★ for my princecharming, samsi.
I am sorry that I made you cry,
It hurts me so bad that I want to die.
In you I have found a love that is true,
And my heart is filled with love for you.
I am sorry that I have hurt you and you are in pain,
But without you, my life will not be the same.
I am sorry whatever should I do,
I want to take the time and apologize to you.
You fill my heart with joy, and you make my life complete,
Every time you come around me my heart skips a beat.
Every night I think of you as I lye in the dark,
And I close my eyes and I see you holding on to me with your head against my heart.
Before I go and put this poem to an end,
I want to say I am sorry and it will never happen again.
★ page 1: profile
Nerly Erviona. A year older when July 15 comes. Engaged to Samsi Samad.
I am a police officer who controls a child gone wild,
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child's tears,
I am a librarian showing adventures that a storybook brings,
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little messes,
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child's monthly growth,
When mother and father are gone for the day, I become both,
I am a doctor that detects when a child is feeling sick,
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate with all,
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall,
I am a clown and comedian that make the children laugh,
I am a dietician assuring they have lunch,
When we seem to stray from values, I become a preacher,
But I am proud to have to be these people because..
I'm proud to say, "I am a teacher."
★ PAGE 2: STORIES AFTER STORIES
Date: Wednesday, November 3, 2010 | Time: 15:08
Heylo people! I feel better now. Maybe due to the extra love and careful actions that my BabyChinta give me after what had happened. Yes, the scar is still there even though it's not bleeding anymore.
But I felt the pain again yesterday when I followed his family to Tanjong Katong Complex. I don't wanna elaborate. All I could say is, "Stop comparing Yati and me because we 're way, way, way far different person with different background of family, different attitudes, different behaviours, different complexion, different colout tone, different voice, different way we lead out lives, different way we treat our husbands-to-be and more!"
And you don't have the rights to do that to me too. Your sons and daughter are not the perrrrrfect people. No one is. And please stop pointing fingers on me and thinking that I am a very, very bad future daughter-in law to you because I will prove you wrong one day.
(Back to top, Baby. )