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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Love ur love ones
I was surfing the net just now... doing a project on the graduation for prisons... Though a bit dry, i came to a particular page where i find this little paragraph that i find it interesting and meaningful. it really reminds mi that we should love our love ones.No matter how much wrongdoings that they had done, we should still learn to be forgiving and always accepting. No one knows what will happen to yr love ones in future. They might be one of the unfortunate ones who end up in somewhere where no one wants to be-prison.
Sometimes, how i wish that my dad will be sent to the prison. In my heart, he's always a negative character. Since young, i have always been a punch bag for him. Got bruises all over my body. I hate him. Simply, i just hate him. Few years ago, Mum filed a divorce with him and fought over my custody. From then onwards, he did not hurt mi physically, but mentally. "You are not my daughter! You are a bastard! You should have died earlier! Why must i hold the responsibility to bring you up?! Don't you ever hope that I will take care of you! You are not my business!" These words are always bombarded at me, just like acid pouring over wound, again and again. Well, me and him now seems to be nobody to each other. I wouldn't want to talk to him anymore cos' I do not want to be hurt again.
Whatever it is, no matter how much I hate him, how much that i didn't talk and look at him, i had given up the hope. Maybe this way of giving up is also a way to release myself from those bad memories...
"The husband is inside the iron bars, the wife is outside the iron bars, looking in, So near they are only separated by inches, And yet so distant, like sky and depths of the sea. What no words utter, their desperate eyes relate, Before every word their eyes brim with tears. Who could stand here and watch their meeting unmoved?"
Angelic
