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Saturday, November 04, 2006

When I was young a little child, I told my sis. "Let's work towards a bungalow with 3 storeys, 4 maids to attend to Mum." When I was young I told my sis, "Remember, when we grow up, don't be rude to Mum at all times." When I was young, I told my sis, " Earn more money to make Mum enjoy Life."


When I grew older a fair bit, I told my brother, "Don't be rude to Mum. Today is her birthday, go wish her a happy one." When I grew older, I drew a card on my brother's behalf, I told him, " Pass it to Mum and say happy birthday. Tell her it's drawn by you. " When I grew older, I told my brother, " Listen to Mum, she's having a hard time raising you and youngest sis."


When they grew older, I often raise my voice at my Mum. That was during the rebellious period almost everyone experienced. I didn't like the way she talks to me, I didn't like being at home. I didn't like the way she shields her young ones. I didn't like her being always being naggy at me.



When I finally matured my way out of that heart aching period, I told myself, "She's actually nice, as a mother of four. Understand her pains and give her some joy." Despite being comment at my taking of bag packed with books to study "Make sure you go study," I kept quiet.




Now, my sister is the one giving me problems. Oh my god. A real hardworking girl since young , engrossed in self-torturing by burying herself in books and dozing off at study tables at late nights, she's soon to be ruined, by love.




A boyfriend who appears terrible due to the smoking habits, and the early going out of home but late returns often. Mum shook her head. About once a day a shout will be heard from her to Mum. Like yesterday, just a simple request of her letting the seat to Dad, she *^&(#$^$#^$*&! at Mum. Today, Mum asked her to have her breakfast before going out, she said she's not eating. On top of being worried, Mum persuaded her once more. She increased her voice , " You know I'm on diet right?!" What the fcuk. Die, die die.. Don't wish to care much lah anyway, I was once like that . LOL.




I discovered today, the object often used in poetries describing impossibility to prove love isn't perfect too. Guess what? It's that round pearl white object who looks down on us every night. Moon. As high as it can be hanging in the sky, you'll soon to discover it's flaws which ruin it's purity. Patches of black, but I don't know what's the term lah, on it. How fair indeed. The symbol of love, too, has it's ugly side...
















Till date, I effort every bit I could, joyed you as far as possible. You too, brewed me appreciation in your actions and words. I'm not getting enough, let alone to be showing resent towards everything you say and do. I love the things you say and do. From the simplest calls to the ending byes, wonderful and lovely. Sometimes, I feel that I be getting nothing in the end but I'm not the least worried nor sad, I gave all I could, and those I can't will be there soon. Natural is beauty, show me the beauty. If in any case should the opposite surface, please tell me. Be yourself, be us. I have yet to thank you enough for making me feel like this.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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