Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

The situation with my relatives are turning ugly. First the resistance for my mum to enter Renci, and now, the fight for the custody of my mum.

My dad received a lawyer's letter today from the bas-terds. They wanna file for a court order with my dad in tow. (fat hope, like we're going to work with these people) They asked my dad to sign a consent form to allow the release of my mum's medical reports so that they can file for the court order. It also states that if my dad doesn't do so, it's going to high court to ask my dad to sign. In addition, they stated that my dad had "intimate smses" with 4 numbers, of which 1 was an overseas number (no link cuz my dad has no overseas contacts) the other, we tried to call, was a malay woman whom my dad didn't recognise and the other 2 known ones are his female-friends. Furthermore, they stated the exact amount, date and my FREAKING bank account number saying we transferred money.

I mean come on. I'm sure some of my readers love their siblings and some more than others. But don't you think this is a little TOO FAR?

It's gone beyond the relm of reason to irrationality. And economists tell me that people act in their self-interest. I wonder that kind of self-interest would take not 1, but 3 people that far. I don't think the love of a sibling is that strong a motivator. Then again, as an only child, what do i know.

Nat asked me the other day how much i can take...how much can a person take. Every time such stuffs happen, it's a new limit and then another limit. One fine day, that ceiling's gonna blow. I don't know what i'll do then.

Would society judge me as a homicidal woman who murdered her relatives in cold blood? Leaving behind innocents? Or will I commit suicide and end it all in me. Or will I become pathological and develop insanity? Will I become anti-social? Will I hate people? What will I become after this? A monster or a saint?

I fear for my own sanity. Every time such things happen just push me that closer to the edge.

Fact of life is, except a few, people generally do not care. That's why, in anthropology, i ask myself questions - don't anyone feel that there is something terribly wrong with our world system?