A Prodigal Son's Sorrow
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Agreeable... So just treat you parents nicer from this day onwards.. I'm sure you did learnt your lesson well? Did you?Originally posted by Detached:You guys took my thread and turn it into some English discussion
We must we be in America to use American spelling? Doesn't make sense, I spell the way I spell
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Yea and it's so nice to see the family tighter than everOriginally posted by soulwinner:Agreeable... So just treat you parents nicer from this day onwards.. I'm sure you did learnt your lesson well? Did you? -
Actually Singapore english standard is following the British language of English, not the American english.Originally posted by Detached:You guys took my thread and turn it into some English discussion
We must we be in America to use American spelling? Doesn't make sense, I spell the way I spell
So speak english! Dun pray pray. -
Originally posted by Bontakun:Be the prodigal son you claim to be then. Do it. Don't procrastnate. Cherish your loved ones NOW. Nothing is stopping you except yourself.
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Hmm... Don't get it....Originally posted by Gedanken:Guilt, along with regret, is one of the most useless of all human sentiments. If it wasn't worth doing right the first time around, it's not worth worrying about down the track.
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Originally posted by Detached:
What a nub.
I couldn't help but grieve when I saw the glorious gown of the morning rays shimmering on my parents' face; how the callous sunbeams paid emphasis on my parents' weathered faces.
I still remember how they looked when they were young and dazzling. Now, those cruel lines are etched deeply in their faces, and they aren't just wrinkles - but lines of sacrifices.
Then my thought shifted to how endearing and patient they were and how willful a child I was. How they exonerate me, for each fault; each sin and each wrong I've committed. They certainly deserve better, they're such awesome and dedicated parents.
They're the people who would neither criticize my lack nor mock my struggles, instead encourage me to find my strength in my lack and struggle. Gosh, I promise to be a better son tomorrow. Sorry dad and mom, I love you.
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Whose clone are you?Originally posted by Stoat:What a nub.
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i tot is banzieOriginally posted by Detached:I couldn't help but grieve when I saw the glorious gown of the morning rays shimmering on my parents' face; how the callous sunbeams paid emphasis on my parents' weathered faces.
I still remember how they looked when they were young and dazzling. Now, those cruel lines are etched deeply in their faces, and they aren't just wrinkles - but lines of sacrifices.
Then my thought shifted to how endearing and patient they were and how willful a child I was. How they exonerate me, for each fault; each sin and each wrong I've committed. They certainly deserve better, they're such awesome and dedicated parents.
They're the people who would neither criticize my lack nor mock my struggles, instead encourage me to find my strength in my lack and struggle. Gosh, I promise to be a better son tomorrow. Sorry dad and mom, I love you.
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woah! angmoh shoo chim ah? haha.
anyway, it doesn't take much effort to be a lovely son and a lovely sun.
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I would have thought it was straightforward enough, Devil. Do it once, do it right, and carry on to bigger and better things. Otherwise, forget about it. Life's too damned short for guilt, regret or melancholic ramblings.Originally posted by Devil1976:Hmm... Don't get it....
I agree with the other guys - this belongs more in Writer's Haven or Mad Pencils Club. -
im pretty sure i would lolOriginally posted by soulwinner:human do make mistake...would you be able to write in this manner? -
It would be nice if you can tell them that in person.Originally posted by Detached:I couldn't help but grieve when I saw the glorious gown of the morning rays shimmering on my parents' face; how the callous sunbeams paid emphasis on my parents' weathered faces.
I still remember how they looked when they were young and dazzling. Now, those cruel lines are etched deeply in their faces, and they aren't just wrinkles - but lines of sacrifices.
Then my thought shifted to how endearing and patient they were and how willful a child I was. How they exonerate me, for each fault; each sin and each wrong I've committed. They certainly deserve better, they're such awesome and dedicated parents.
They're the people who would neither criticize my lack nor mock my struggles, instead encourage me to find my strength in my lack and struggle. Gosh, I promise to be a better son tomorrow. Sorry dad and mom, I love you. 
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I'm honestly too shy to tell them in real lifeOriginally posted by Yunhaier:It would be nice if you can tell them that in person.
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So what's your purpose for telling us then? We don't know your parents, so it's pointless, isn't it?