Saturday, January 17, 2009

I get extremely upset when the people whom I so dearly love just do not understand me. especially when it comes to my parents, it hurts me to most

I still remember once I scored about 80 over for a maths paper in sec2. It was lower than my usual 90 over and I got scolded for not studying hard when the paper was set purposely at a higher standard. I was in fact one of the top few in class already but yet my mom didnt believe me.

Another time when I was in primary school, I got canned by my mom for staying at my friend's house for slightly more than an hr to play. She wanted me home straight from school.

As I grow older, the reminder of working hard does surface at times by parents. Though it can just be a reminder, it can seem as an insult to me. Even friends know that I work hard. If my own parents can't see it, do they even understand my character at all?

I am just 2 days away before reaching 1 drving probation year. all i ask is just to allow me to drive alone to church from home. it was a definite no. what made me upset was the fact my dad does not understand that i would never want to do something which i am not confident at. If I wasnt confident, I wouldnt want to take the car at all.

I really often wonder how much my parents know me.
and this is defnitely not helping my current down period.

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

its been so long
and its only a day before school officially starts.
here I am, feeling really scared and daunted by the upcoming obstacles and hardships.
I have a premonition that I may fail again. The failure is nothing new and I always try to believe thats failure isn't the difficult part. Its the aftermath of picking myself up again and facing the reality. Up to now, I have to say I failed in doing so. If not, why am I so afraid of the uncertainties.
How many there are? about 4 currently?
I wish I didnt need to worry that much. I wish I didnt have the tendency to blow things up when its no big deal.
Somehow I wish this is not the real me.

Lucia, hope everything is well. Somehow everytime I blog, I think of you =)

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