prayers are always answered. a month ago, we had prayed and left it in His hands. a month had passed, and we obediently, though reluctantly learnt to let it go, let it pass.
today, the prayer is answered. in good time, He reminds us, all in good time.
the puppy will be joining the family on sunday, we cannot wait. the puppy will be showered with love, love and more love. i can hardly contain my happiness, in fact, i cannot. i am giddy from fluttering around in joyful smiling circles. i am so happy, i can no longer write without sounding gibberish.
the puppy is finally coming home with us. i am a lucky four-leaf clover.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
ripple effect.
if only repercussions do not exist, but we all know that they do. and from past experiences, i know i am often misread, misunderstood then oddly maligned. as a consequence, i now learn that i really cannot even offer an innocent smile in response to the hello, in fear the ripples start those monster waves and drown us all again.
in every choice laid on this table, i cannot seem to escape being misunderstood. i just hope all will come to pass, soon. i have to keep my eyes on Him and keep reminding myself, that i live not to be a crowd pleaser, that all does not matter, except for Him and Him only.
in every choice laid on this table, i cannot seem to escape being misunderstood. i just hope all will come to pass, soon. i have to keep my eyes on Him and keep reminding myself, that i live not to be a crowd pleaser, that all does not matter, except for Him and Him only.
the magic bread.
i still enjoy doraemon. i am still mesmerized by his Bread, the Bread that can help you pass all examinations. how easy can examinations get? you just have to eat the Bread!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
superheroes.
when i was a child, dressed in cute mini clothes and ponytails, my jaws perpetually dropped in awe each time the soft cuddly carebears shine their superhero powers or ride at 280kmph (assuming superheroes need not keep to speed limits) in the light blue skies on their cloudful convertibles.
having grown out of superbears and "i am the terror, that flaps in the night. i am duck wing duck!", i departed the colorful fictional telly world and slipped into the real world- a place where darkness lurks not just in the troubled alleys, but also on the brightly litted highways.
the good may sometimes have to endure vicious cuts and slashes, and the pain often too much to bear. the bad and villians run freely, laughing in the open, while the good weeps in an unheard whisper in the deserted nights. a funny world, whipped out of irony and chinese drama serials. and look at the bizarre headlines of our daily newspapers.
thankfully, He is the truth. He sees all, knows all. therefore, we need not fear. because at the end of the day, when all is stripped away, it is only Him that matters.
He is my superhero, the One whom i can always count on, the Greatest Author and Authority. my once broken life, He has taken away and showers me now with healing, love, hope and the sweetest blessings. He will always provide, and like my other half says, "all in good time".
He has blessed me immensely. May God bless you too.
having grown out of superbears and "i am the terror, that flaps in the night. i am duck wing duck!", i departed the colorful fictional telly world and slipped into the real world- a place where darkness lurks not just in the troubled alleys, but also on the brightly litted highways.
the good may sometimes have to endure vicious cuts and slashes, and the pain often too much to bear. the bad and villians run freely, laughing in the open, while the good weeps in an unheard whisper in the deserted nights. a funny world, whipped out of irony and chinese drama serials. and look at the bizarre headlines of our daily newspapers.
thankfully, He is the truth. He sees all, knows all. therefore, we need not fear. because at the end of the day, when all is stripped away, it is only Him that matters.
He is my superhero, the One whom i can always count on, the Greatest Author and Authority. my once broken life, He has taken away and showers me now with healing, love, hope and the sweetest blessings. He will always provide, and like my other half says, "all in good time".
He has blessed me immensely. May God bless you too.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
at the table.
"yeah, i know that guy. his name is.......hmmm, starts with a B......." ransacking my brain.
"Benjamin?" my other half asked, with a suspicious snigger.
"Bernard?" dad added, with a smirk.
"or Benga-li?" continued dad, with an innocent ponder.
and i wonder why didn't i flip. the two most idiotic men on earth are under the same roof, MY roof.
"Benjamin?" my other half asked, with a suspicious snigger.
"Bernard?" dad added, with a smirk.
"or Benga-li?" continued dad, with an innocent ponder.
and i wonder why didn't i flip. the two most idiotic men on earth are under the same roof, MY roof.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
scrabble is hilarious.
i rolled in bed like a volley and laughed till my throat tonsils swelled. i figure this is why i am so addicted to him, though he pisses the hell out of me sometimes; he makes me happy just by being him.
my other half just booted me out of an online scrabble game, not once, but thrice.
and can you guess why?
anyway, off i go again, continuing the ball rolling in bed. laughs.
with him, everything can be hilarious, even when life's a bumpy ride.
my other half just booted me out of an online scrabble game, not once, but thrice.
and can you guess why?
anyway, off i go again, continuing the ball rolling in bed. laughs.
with him, everything can be hilarious, even when life's a bumpy ride.
Monday, July 04, 2005
chilled attempt at being the norm.
writing vaguely with a layer of mist is just very me, my very lukewarm effort at clouding my personal life with ambiguity for privacy concerns. but today, for a change, i shall attempt to be transparent and see if this manner of archiving my memories spices up my routine living.
so here's yet another typical monday morning; majority of this city's people are dragging their reluctant feet to the cluttered upbeat business district/stress-filled educational institions, while i snuggle under my blanket waiting for mister sun to roast my little butt.
with a buzz from my doorbell, my other half saved me from being a grilled hot chick by turning up at my doorstep at 9 a.m. i surprised myself when i did not rip his succulent neck apart, but how could i? he had me at hello. i ended up a very happy girl with a stomach full of juicy honey-glazed pork ribs. the oddity of having fresh-out-of-oven ribs for breakfast is a rather excellent idea, yummy.
oh, so am i finally a sheet of transparency film? does this score a low haze index? figure not, clueless, tada.
so here's yet another typical monday morning; majority of this city's people are dragging their reluctant feet to the cluttered upbeat business district/stress-filled educational institions, while i snuggle under my blanket waiting for mister sun to roast my little butt.
with a buzz from my doorbell, my other half saved me from being a grilled hot chick by turning up at my doorstep at 9 a.m. i surprised myself when i did not rip his succulent neck apart, but how could i? he had me at hello. i ended up a very happy girl with a stomach full of juicy honey-glazed pork ribs. the oddity of having fresh-out-of-oven ribs for breakfast is a rather excellent idea, yummy.
oh, so am i finally a sheet of transparency film? does this score a low haze index? figure not, clueless, tada.
down the other way.
runaway runaway oh runaway,
solitude is beauty oh solitary strength,
i run miles to leave you out of sight,
to not have you in mind,
to breathe in that normal rhythm,
to not fall, to not cry.
solitude is beauty oh solitary strength,
i run miles to leave you out of sight,
to not have you in mind,
to breathe in that normal rhythm,
to not fall, to not cry.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
spring in june.
my room is a classic museum if one was ever keen to read my life as a book, on a random sunday morning. a large collection of my belongings are wildly consumed by dust/camouflaged by rust/invisible. while many used to mean the world to me, most are now memories solely for reminiscence purposes (aged people have this bad habit. i heard it makes them feel younger).
anyway, enough said, it is time for springcleaning!
trash evacuation!
anyway, enough said, it is time for springcleaning!
trash evacuation!
wagging that tongue.
spoken/written words can never be vacuumed back into your regretful throat. even an ocean of penitence, served along with a platter of sincere sorriness can retreat no hurt that has been inflicted. physical wounds tarnish the beauty that the vastly superficial world desires, but it is the emotional slap on the broken heart that cries and bleeds.
true enough, healing is always possible, but the process is hardly ever painless or effortless, and scarring can sometimes be a permanent.
for countless times, i had spoken/written words to burn, to spite, to anger, to break, to judge, to hurt. that tongue, when controlled by the ferocious mean monster, is nothing short of a destructive warhead. how i wish my tongue is a purified white angel, holy holy.
for those who are starting to worry about what crazy drama had happened over the weekend, or what garbage did i spout and am now grinding my teeth desperately to chew them into minced non-existence, well nothing much happened really; at least none that measured a minimum 6 on my richter scale.
it is however, a minor weekend affair that got me thinking about misbehaved tongues; and my current amazement at the crowded local blogging scene that litted this entry.
i am quite an isolated blogger, contented to blog in this quiet secluded blog which entertains few/sometimes no readers. i have no desire to seek fame. i write senseless nothings of zero/near-zero entertainment value; sometimes random words which string together to become total incoherence, sometimes poems which express my serious thoughts despite coming across as gibberish talk to others, sometimes self-centric paragraphs about myself, myself and myself. in short, this blog is so private that it probably holds significance only to myself, and a few others (i am trying hard to count beyond my thumb).
reading about some local bloggers in the papers got me doing some surfing, reading and thinking. there is this emerging trend that blogs are slowly shedding its identity of being online journals. they are now quarterly like forums, or jigsaw puzzles that help strangers/friends/anyone piece (read: judge) your personality.
famous local bloggers seem to get their peace wrecked quite abit. the sarong party girl removed her debatable pictures, xiaxue received hate mails for voicing out her personal opinions; i guess the list goes on, but i really do not know that much about the local blogging community and this little knowledge is enough for me to not want to probe further.
everyone has beliefs, values et cetera which they hold onto firmly, yet we have a tendency to force our opinions on others, forgetting the very basic principle of respect. words can torment anyone, loved ones, friends or strangers. we can sometimes be a little too quick to judge, to comment, to advise, to criticize. we tend to think our perspectives are right, and conclude too adamantly that every other person's views are foolish/wrong/immature/unacceptable. what often happens next is that, we are overly generous with our so-called honest opinions and end up being harsh and hurtful.
i guess, all i wanted to say in this long and obviously-too-lengthy entry, is that it is perfectly fine to be straightforward, feel free to articulate your thoughts, but there is never a need to be unkind. well, having said this, i hope to tame my misbehaved tongue.
and to all bloggers, since all of us blog for various diverse reasons, i hope all of you guys survive well, in respective manners. as for me, this little lonely bubble is keeping me very fine, and happy.
true enough, healing is always possible, but the process is hardly ever painless or effortless, and scarring can sometimes be a permanent.
for countless times, i had spoken/written words to burn, to spite, to anger, to break, to judge, to hurt. that tongue, when controlled by the ferocious mean monster, is nothing short of a destructive warhead. how i wish my tongue is a purified white angel, holy holy.
for those who are starting to worry about what crazy drama had happened over the weekend, or what garbage did i spout and am now grinding my teeth desperately to chew them into minced non-existence, well nothing much happened really; at least none that measured a minimum 6 on my richter scale.
it is however, a minor weekend affair that got me thinking about misbehaved tongues; and my current amazement at the crowded local blogging scene that litted this entry.
i am quite an isolated blogger, contented to blog in this quiet secluded blog which entertains few/sometimes no readers. i have no desire to seek fame. i write senseless nothings of zero/near-zero entertainment value; sometimes random words which string together to become total incoherence, sometimes poems which express my serious thoughts despite coming across as gibberish talk to others, sometimes self-centric paragraphs about myself, myself and myself. in short, this blog is so private that it probably holds significance only to myself, and a few others (i am trying hard to count beyond my thumb).
reading about some local bloggers in the papers got me doing some surfing, reading and thinking. there is this emerging trend that blogs are slowly shedding its identity of being online journals. they are now quarterly like forums, or jigsaw puzzles that help strangers/friends/anyone piece (read: judge) your personality.
famous local bloggers seem to get their peace wrecked quite abit. the sarong party girl removed her debatable pictures, xiaxue received hate mails for voicing out her personal opinions; i guess the list goes on, but i really do not know that much about the local blogging community and this little knowledge is enough for me to not want to probe further.
everyone has beliefs, values et cetera which they hold onto firmly, yet we have a tendency to force our opinions on others, forgetting the very basic principle of respect. words can torment anyone, loved ones, friends or strangers. we can sometimes be a little too quick to judge, to comment, to advise, to criticize. we tend to think our perspectives are right, and conclude too adamantly that every other person's views are foolish/wrong/immature/unacceptable. what often happens next is that, we are overly generous with our so-called honest opinions and end up being harsh and hurtful.
i guess, all i wanted to say in this long and obviously-too-lengthy entry, is that it is perfectly fine to be straightforward, feel free to articulate your thoughts, but there is never a need to be unkind. well, having said this, i hope to tame my misbehaved tongue.
and to all bloggers, since all of us blog for various diverse reasons, i hope all of you guys survive well, in respective manners. as for me, this little lonely bubble is keeping me very fine, and happy.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
tunnel of that traveler.
loneliness of a traveler,
lonelily, lonelily.
to question the living world,
to disbelieve, to understand.
to fight,
to compromise,
to despair,
to hope,
to isolate.
then walk on to lose all that shouting thoughts,
tears,
and scramblings,
only to be an average societal soul,
for yet another two burning laps,
on the familiarly packed charcoaled track.
lonelily, lonelily.
to question the living world,
to disbelieve, to understand.
to fight,
to compromise,
to despair,
to hope,
to isolate.
then walk on to lose all that shouting thoughts,
tears,
and scramblings,
only to be an average societal soul,
for yet another two burning laps,
on the familiarly packed charcoaled track.
Friday, June 24, 2005
her green fingers.
mum dashes out of her bedroom in a flustered whirlwind, late for an appointment.
"DADDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"
i, being ever so helpful, poked my itchy nose in.
"what? pa is in the room."
"HELP ME WATER THE PLANTS!!!!!!!!!"
struggling with her shoes while the keys jiggle in her hands.
raises my brows
"plants? aren't they dead?"
"BUT MUST STILL WATER!! WATER FOR ME OKAY??!"
BAMM. the heavy wooded door has shut itself. silence.
grumbles to self.
"so she is really not giving up till the plants are stark naked."
shrugs.
"DADDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"
i, being ever so helpful, poked my itchy nose in.
"what? pa is in the room."
"HELP ME WATER THE PLANTS!!!!!!!!!"
struggling with her shoes while the keys jiggle in her hands.
raises my brows
"plants? aren't they dead?"
"BUT MUST STILL WATER!! WATER FOR ME OKAY??!"
BAMM. the heavy wooded door has shut itself. silence.
grumbles to self.
"so she is really not giving up till the plants are stark naked."
shrugs.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
random blog-fillers.
1.out pops another wedding invite from my mail, throwing me into a much dreaded shopping frenzy; but there is no escape. my wardrobe happens not to be, so hmmm wedding-friendly. shrugs.
2.i finally gave mum her mother's day gift, on father's day.
3.my other half more than makes up for my lacking in culinary talent. he whipped up an awesome awesome dinner last night; better-than-nydc baked pasta, sinfully peppery roast chicken and melt-in-your-mouth 100% homemade mash potatoes. jughead would love you baby, i tell ya, but hurrays, you are mine mine, all mine.
4.i am feeling slightly vexed and troubled over something, but this is not worth mentioning. i figure the more i talk about it, the more the gloomy blues consumes me. i really should sulk less, and pray more.
5.cracker is supposed to visit the vet two weeks back. i am so going to get scolded.
6.oh, and i finally went to the very famous maxwell food market for the first time last sunday! i am not absolutely certain, but it may also be my very first time having fish meat bee hoon (i do not recall having had fish meat bee hoon, but i have a vague recollection of some sort of noodles with a soup base that looks beigey and creamy too. any other noodles with that sort of base? or is it deja vu acting up? well, probably.). it ain't too bad, but i think i seriously need to work on my chopstick skills. chopsticks is such an impairment, it makes me slower than the queen of tortoises.
2.i finally gave mum her mother's day gift, on father's day.
3.my other half more than makes up for my lacking in culinary talent. he whipped up an awesome awesome dinner last night; better-than-nydc baked pasta, sinfully peppery roast chicken and melt-in-your-mouth 100% homemade mash potatoes. jughead would love you baby, i tell ya, but hurrays, you are mine mine, all mine.
4.i am feeling slightly vexed and troubled over something, but this is not worth mentioning. i figure the more i talk about it, the more the gloomy blues consumes me. i really should sulk less, and pray more.
5.cracker is supposed to visit the vet two weeks back. i am so going to get scolded.
6.oh, and i finally went to the very famous maxwell food market for the first time last sunday! i am not absolutely certain, but it may also be my very first time having fish meat bee hoon (i do not recall having had fish meat bee hoon, but i have a vague recollection of some sort of noodles with a soup base that looks beigey and creamy too. any other noodles with that sort of base? or is it deja vu acting up? well, probably.). it ain't too bad, but i think i seriously need to work on my chopstick skills. chopsticks is such an impairment, it makes me slower than the queen of tortoises.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
jack in the box.
sometimes, out of nowhere, you find a piece of your past. it lingers around in a silent whisper, maybe in that cluttered drawer, maybe in that dusty brown bag you have long stopped favoring. and as we speak, jack in the box of memories pops out, taking you by surprise, and questions you if your today is better than that yesterday.
so, do you miss that yesterday? jack presses me to answer.
i shook my head, though not wanting to offend.
i am thankful for all my yesterdays, and i have not stripped them of their worth. but they have passed and i now, in my hands, hold a God-given bag filled with overpouring love, happiness and a bleaming bright future.
yesterdays cannot co-exist with todays. and having said that, i shall press on with all my todays to find the sunshiny tomorrows, leaving yesterdays in their beautiful boxes of faded letters, and jaded promises.
so, do you miss that yesterday? jack presses me to answer.
i shook my head, though not wanting to offend.
i am thankful for all my yesterdays, and i have not stripped them of their worth. but they have passed and i now, in my hands, hold a God-given bag filled with overpouring love, happiness and a bleaming bright future.
yesterdays cannot co-exist with todays. and having said that, i shall press on with all my todays to find the sunshiny tomorrows, leaving yesterdays in their beautiful boxes of faded letters, and jaded promises.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
melted candy.
this is literally the third candy cane, that has lured me into its den with its sweet sugar and seductive cavities. but i or rather, we are going to let it pass.
it is rather heart-wrenching. i cannot really see what could possibly lay beyond this that could be anymore delicious than this house built of chocolate fudge. blinded, i have to keep my eyes on Him and trust that He gives us nothing but the best. in this, i find the little bit of comfort that keeps me from dwelling further into disappointment.
i am hoping that tomorrow will be a little more like a day in 1987. give me a break from the adult world that trudges forward, leaving me behind all the time. i am tired of catching up with that accelerating packed bullet train.
it would be nice to take a walk in the gentle breeze of 1987, and breathe.
it is rather heart-wrenching. i cannot really see what could possibly lay beyond this that could be anymore delicious than this house built of chocolate fudge. blinded, i have to keep my eyes on Him and trust that He gives us nothing but the best. in this, i find the little bit of comfort that keeps me from dwelling further into disappointment.
i am hoping that tomorrow will be a little more like a day in 1987. give me a break from the adult world that trudges forward, leaving me behind all the time. i am tired of catching up with that accelerating packed bullet train.
it would be nice to take a walk in the gentle breeze of 1987, and breathe.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
monsters in my pocket.
when my pets take ill, they amplify their squeaks four notches up to get their obnoxious ways, get greedier than real farm pigs, and irritate the hell out of me by staying awake till the wee hours. it is nearing 2 a.m now and they are a thousand hundred miles from slumberland. the lights are out, my eyes see a portrait of black, but my firmly shut ears fail to sift out all that munching, chewing, squeaking, purring, whining, and strolling around their little rosy garden. and you think they will love me for sharing the comfort of air-conditioning with them? no.
but bugger, i am too attached. i cannot find rest if they are not next to me. they are my pretty nightlights. i love them, muacks.
anyway, it is rather fun to feed them their medications. for once, i get to be the big bad wolf, and no one gets to call me evil. sniggers. grins. laughs.
on a wackier note, a trip to the vet changes life, in an odd theatre sense. my other half was thrown into a role-playing frenzy earlier. he is the suave surgeon who operates on his patients (read: pigs) with complex mini syringes, watch the sexy droplets of occupational perspiration forming on his forehead; while i am the girlie white nurse who fills the syringes with the yellow-colored magic potions, and wipes the surgeon's forehead gently in poetic fashion. flashback to reality, he is no surgeon and i am no nurse. we are just two idiots who love terrorising their pets. payback time, this is fun.
well, life is interesting. even i am amused as i watch my life roll in the brown muddy swamps.
but bugger, i am too attached. i cannot find rest if they are not next to me. they are my pretty nightlights. i love them, muacks.
anyway, it is rather fun to feed them their medications. for once, i get to be the big bad wolf, and no one gets to call me evil. sniggers. grins. laughs.
on a wackier note, a trip to the vet changes life, in an odd theatre sense. my other half was thrown into a role-playing frenzy earlier. he is the suave surgeon who operates on his patients (read: pigs) with complex mini syringes, watch the sexy droplets of occupational perspiration forming on his forehead; while i am the girlie white nurse who fills the syringes with the yellow-colored magic potions, and wipes the surgeon's forehead gently in poetic fashion. flashback to reality, he is no surgeon and i am no nurse. we are just two idiots who love terrorising their pets. payback time, this is fun.
well, life is interesting. even i am amused as i watch my life roll in the brown muddy swamps.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
adventures of the fat cat.
my crazy fat cat came home from a secret mission trip, with marry brown and my favorite label from the other land! i am happily choked on pretty clothes and deliciously junked fried chicken.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
nine bucks pound-shedder.
to humor myself, i made a typical i-know-it-will-sleep-in-my-shelf purchase: a skipping rope.
still, i am somewhat hoping it will be a good investment.
9 bucks to shed some pounds, watcha think?
still, i am somewhat hoping it will be a good investment.
9 bucks to shed some pounds, watcha think?
Friday, April 29, 2005
vitamin pringles.
i am shot down with slight nausea, intense stomach pain and extreme fatigue, yet now as i type, i am continually feasting on pringles, not to mention the menu for earlier: fried chicken drumlets with fries, snickers and shortbread.
it seems that i am the kind of patient that doctors will dread and detest. therefore, to save doctors from the pain of facing such an oddball patient, i shall never be a patient. i shall live healthily to a crazy ripe age on my favorite high-calories, low/no-nutrition potato chips, milkshakes, ice-cream and all other tasty members of the junk food family.
yummy, slurp.
it seems that i am the kind of patient that doctors will dread and detest. therefore, to save doctors from the pain of facing such an oddball patient, i shall never be a patient. i shall live healthily to a crazy ripe age on my favorite high-calories, low/no-nutrition potato chips, milkshakes, ice-cream and all other tasty members of the junk food family.
yummy, slurp.
sweet chocolate avenue.
buy me my double fudge chocolate ice-cream, or i shall stick my cute round butt here on the floor and cry myself loud and silly.
okay, i am not that childish and unreasonable, but i am certainly a far cry from being the perfect daughter.
it is no surprise that my parents had truckloads of fun while i was away for three years. they had numerous honeymoons to the other end of earth, and the house was easy on maintenance (pet-free, dust-free, mess-free, daughter-free etc). now that i am back, they are forced to shove the responsibility of being parents down their throats once again. i do not act my age, i am not assuring and therefore, i worry them excessively all the time. sulk, but i seriously do hope that someday soon (and i mean big-time soon), i will be able to set my parents' minds at ease and no longer contribute to their whiting hair and wrinkles. first step: stop being a procrastinating stubborn freakhead.
alright, i confess that i am still feeling slightly bad for being impatient with my mum last night. it is not an easy feat to listen to repetitve advices (some call it nags) and still keep a straight face, but i could have hung in there, turned down my mum's volume in my imaginary world and simply not react. whatever it is, it is over and though i would love to say a big fat sorry, i am just a staunch pridester with my parents. therefore, i shall just take it easy and make a resolution: be more patient with my parents. have i been saying this since i could speak?
well, probably so.
okay, i am not that childish and unreasonable, but i am certainly a far cry from being the perfect daughter.
it is no surprise that my parents had truckloads of fun while i was away for three years. they had numerous honeymoons to the other end of earth, and the house was easy on maintenance (pet-free, dust-free, mess-free, daughter-free etc). now that i am back, they are forced to shove the responsibility of being parents down their throats once again. i do not act my age, i am not assuring and therefore, i worry them excessively all the time. sulk, but i seriously do hope that someday soon (and i mean big-time soon), i will be able to set my parents' minds at ease and no longer contribute to their whiting hair and wrinkles. first step: stop being a procrastinating stubborn freakhead.
alright, i confess that i am still feeling slightly bad for being impatient with my mum last night. it is not an easy feat to listen to repetitve advices (some call it nags) and still keep a straight face, but i could have hung in there, turned down my mum's volume in my imaginary world and simply not react. whatever it is, it is over and though i would love to say a big fat sorry, i am just a staunch pridester with my parents. therefore, i shall just take it easy and make a resolution: be more patient with my parents. have i been saying this since i could speak?
well, probably so.
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