Yes, i don't know how one would feel to be workin day in day out for endless hours with hardly any rest days.
Yes, i'm only in school for a couple of hours a week.
Yes, i only work 20 hours night shift a week, compared to the 40+ to 50+ hours one clocks per week.
Yes i don't understand.
So i assume any of you would understand how it feels like to be stranded 5,000km away from home, and the worst being e fact that it was my own choice to be here instead of taking up SMU/NUS' offers so as to save my dad money for my younger bro's education. It's sucha fine line isn't it, where selflessness meets foolishness?
And i assume that anyone of you would understand how it feels to be 5000 km away from your loved ones, your best friends and those who really care abt you, and not bein a phone call away to get them to meet up in your darkest hours.
And anyone of you would understand how it feels to come back to a pile of readings which you totally dun feel like reading but have to, assignments you dun feel like doin' but have to, and at the same time try your best to reassure yourself that your prodigal mum would be fine all by herself, that your poor grandma who's exiled to Batam who's dying to be with her grandchildren in Singapore would live to see you again when you return; and at times fail at your desperate attempts to reassure yourself that all the above would be fine.
So unless you understand all these, don't say: "No, you don't." when I take the effort to reassure you that I do understand so that I can make you feel better. I mean, of COURSE I don't understand how it feels to be in your shoes, since I've never been in them. But I don't say:"No, you don't" to anyone who tries to tell me that they do understand my situation, even when i fully know they don't.
This lengthy piece is not meant to guilt-trip anyone. I jus need an outlet. i hope everyone understands.