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Saturday, October 14, 2006

hate the feeling of being nagged at. i come home late and i get nagged for that. i come home early and i get nagged at too. sigh. oh well, i guess it's hard trying to compromise and to reach an agreement. there're always times that parents don't understand their children and we also can't understand them. so let's just live and let live.

maybe i'm just mood swinging that's why. let's just say it's one of those days.

thank you dear, i know you care. ihy lots (:

sometimes i wonder how i can ever stand being treated unfairly at home. but i guess i've gotten used to it. somehow i know my mum cares and loves me, just that she does it in a different way. it's hard, but i guess there's no choice but to accept it. i always wonder why, but i guess it's easier to just let things be.

i'm starving. where's my dinner! =(

tired, irritated and hungry =(
-cheryl
10:42 PM





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