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Thursday, August 05, 2010
Mummy n daddy I'm sorry.
I didn't grow up the way you want
me to be.
You taught me well. But I just
wasn't good enough for n everyone
else.
Mummy had never like me doing
extreme sports. But I go
against it because I wanted to
impressed a guy I had a crush on.
So I went ice skating n got my arm
broken. Had an operation n the
regret the later. You were there to feed
n shower me. I was only 14.

The operation left me a heavier
arm n a scar of disgust. I was
ashamed, upset n terrified.
You, paid n accompanied me
for my constructive surgery and
watch me in pain once again.

I told myself, mummy I'll be good.
No more watching me in pain.

I remember when I was learning
how to walk, I fell n I cried.
Again, you just watch n scolded
me for falling yet crying for
attention. I hated u for making
me learn the hard way.

I hated my dad as he always
mention about money. Even
when I was hospitalise. His first
concern was for the fees. Not me.

Rebellious. I started working at 14.
I wanna earn my own money.
I wanted to prove I was capable of
survival, at 14.

Everything started at 14.

Now that I'm 22.
My dad did well meeting our
material needs, holding as up
as a family.
Mummy as well did good.
Everyone is healthy n strong.

Little bro's the best.
Bringing his best in studies.

Mummy n daddy I do u no proud.
There are people out there that things
I'm cheap, low life n never good enough
for anything.
I break the rules n Your constant
reminder to protect my own reputation.
I failed again n I got hurt.
But I'm afraid of telling u,
I don't wanna upset u.

I always believe in love.
Loving everyone around u.
I put in my everything.
But why it doesn't come back
to me?

Daddy, is this why you refuse
lift me up when I fell down n bleeds?
Because I understood now.
The real world is about bleeding.
And how you bleeds determine
how you live.

Love you, Mum, Dad, lil bro and everyone.
I go beyond my limits to create a new life.
For myself n for you all.
Its time that i demonstrate my love and care for you.
Sorry i dont wanna live like you want me to.
but i make sure i meet both ends.

Running tru the monsoon