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Saturday, December 27, 2008 12:44 PM

27dec08 - calm morning.

i dont understand why.
it seems harder and harder for me and my mum to communicate with each other.
i just wanted to talk to her about my happenings yesterday, but after i changed to my pyjamas and came out of the room, she scolded me.
she scolded me things that i dont understand why.
is it because of what i say? or is it because of what i do?
but i think likely is because of my attitude again.
as she did say the day before that she hates ppl who gives attitude.
but i really meant no harm. and i seriously didnt give any attitude towards her.
i was just trying to have a night-talk with her, just like what i did last time when i was younger.
(before sleep, we would lie down on the bed to talk and laugh about things. when washing up, sit down at the dinner table to chit-chat..)
i didnt wan our relationship to drift any further away..
as i know im always busy with projects, spending much of my time in the time doing work.
and in the weekends, i might even be going out with friends and not being to accompany her.

im not a superhero or anything, and i cant split myself up either.
and i do know that my work has really lots of things to do, and not being to be a good daughter is my fault.
im sorry for everything and anything.
but.. i really hope that you would not misunderstand me as well.
i really have many things to tell you, to share with you. to let you know how m i growing up.
im already trying my very best to make out time, and also change myself back to the past.

let everything return to the start. i hope.


dear diary.






samantha ker.
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