TALK (not cock)i love to talk to my parents. especially when we each set aside some personal time to discuss issues together.
poppit wasnt home, so she couldnt join us this time. however, my parents and i were able to share more serious stuff in her absence. but i had promised to fill her in on the main discussions which she had missed. recently, much of our discussion topic is centered around ahmah's condition. it's really disheartening to see her in such a state, but i know it wouldnt be of much help if i just broke down in front of her or the others. it's hard just typing and thinking about it. it feels like a
gigantic APPLE is stuck in my throat. my eyes fill up with tears everytime i have to mention it. anyhow, i have to learn how to control this overwhelming sadness within and how to accept reality. meanwhile, putting all my trust in my
God. i hope and pray that the issues will be resolved soon, peacefully too. on another note, one thing which i have learnt more profoundly from this issue is that
we often should not JTC (jump to conclusion). we have to hear both sides of the story before we pass judgement. also, many times, it's
extremely difficult to know where to draw the line, hence the need for and importance of an intellectual and impartial leader. something which i dont understand is
how some pple can speak so insensitively and carelessly. and when you learn that these pple are supposed to be grown ups, it becomes even more disturbing and grotesque.
thank God we dont have to take responsibility for what they say. im just perturbed by the fact that the younger generation may indirectly learn to be like their parents. if so, how sad! it's like
the poverty cycle. the poor breeds the poorer.
i know im not perfect but we are all entitled to our opinions.
through trying situations you either see the best or the worst of people.
feast your eyes.
as for you lot,
please grow up!
