man are apt to offend.. where they find most goodness to forgive.. to err is human; to forgive, divine.. i'm but human..
true, like all said, definitely aint a deliberate act whatsoeva.. it's the repetition i hate.. dodobird knows it best mayb?
heeded gaozi's advice, tried sorting out the root prob of recurrence.. if only she listens.. if only she'll put down her i'm-ur-mother-so-i-noe-best attitude to TALK and LISTEN to me..
but i won't give up yet..
sometimes i think it's a pity my parents arent actors..

Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue..
preservation of patience can only be for so long..
quarrels sparked off when anguish was too much to bear..
thoughts of 'i ought to be cherished this and that way by so-and-so' triumphed with egotistical approach..
break-ups sometimes occur when intolerance replaced acceptance and forgiveness..
perfect love is rare indeed..for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain..
if i seek perfection in love where evidently it isn't viable ever, i'd most probably remain a spinster..
but no harm for some who chose to perceive as reaching for the stars and fall on the clouds..
most of us agrees that we're never lonely, there's someone who dreams of our smile,
and finds in our presence that life is worth while..
but we are never satisfied aren't we?
for we do not consider those whom we don't know, neglect, overlooked or even detest as 'someone'..
anyhow.. don't allow defeats to cast shadows on imminent dreams..
minor despairs tt disguise as virtues like it or not.. carries us a long way..