Like all the best families, we have our share of eccentricities, of impetuous and wayward youngsters and of family disagreements.
The Wife
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A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.
The Husband
Love is a flower which turns into fruit at marriage.
Father & Mother
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.
Brother
A brother is a friend given by Nature.
Sister
Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there.
Extras
maybe. maybe not.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Did I hurt you that bad? Why is she involve in between us? I thought it's between us. I am and was shocked by her words. Maybe it's over. Really over. Maybe it's not. I don't know. I'm confused.
Maybe I'm really am useless. A piece of shit. I stink where ever I go. That's why people tend to point fingers at me.
Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm wrong. All the time. Maybe I should just shut up. Maybe you should talk.
For now, I'll be reserved. Maybe. If that's what people want me to be. Or maybe I should stand up. Say what's in my heart.
I am terribly hurt, for your information. I did cry the whole night. My eyes hurt. My head hurt. My heart hurt.
I need a friend. I need someone to hear me out. Emotions and feelings are stuck in me. I'm bursting. Do you mind hearing me out? Maybe not. I guess so.
I regret. Having her. Going there. Praying hard.
It seems like it's all my fault. Maybe. That's just what people say.
If I couldn't commit, I wouldn't have stayed all this time. I would have left. I would be far away. Far far away. But I didn't. Didn't I?
What's your definition of good? I don't understand. I tried but I can't. I hate trying.
Things seems unfair for me. For now.
Why am I in this state? Why is it hard for me to smile? Why can't I hear my laughter? Where's that 'happiness'?
I want to stop this nonsense. I want to turn back time.
Maybe I'm of no effect to you. Maybe I'm just your lust. Or maybe not. But you never said things that make me go ga-ga over you. How would I know that I'm special? I'm always wrong, useless to you. Am I?
