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Thursday, June 7, 2007

Oh mann.Guys and girls,it seems i am always begging you guys to keep your smiles forever.But now,although I always try to,I'm frowning.My mom and I cannot get along.NAH-UH.Yesterday,during my family tennis match,she kept teasing me about how I don't run and don't play well and me being a sore loser.I was pretty angry,cauz' I had TWO feet with weak ankles.Then,she teased about how BAD I played and how my little brother was better.HELLO.MY RIGHT ARM WAS STRAINED LIKE HELL AND MY WRIST WAS TWISTED.My parents don't know me as well as just friends do.They STILL think my favourite color is Pink.HELLO.BACKDATED.Geez.This year,so far,apart from Cai Lao shi,the ONLY person who makes me cry is my mom.Last year too.I just can't get along.It feels like i'm lagging in what is supposed to be a family.And when I lag behind,NOONE stops to wait for me.Its the nightmares I used to get since young.I just hate this and hate that.I keep trying to be optimistic about the stuff they do...BUT I CAN'T.My late grandma also told me something that made me go AGAINST my mother.Or was it just a dream?I don't know anymore.But I'll always have firends by my side... ... Thanks to ALL of you out there who is ALWAYS supporting me.

Blogged @ 7.6.07
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