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I don't describe myself.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Fluctuate.

I don't understand why parents can be so persistent about getting their child to do something when the child had already made it clear that it won't happen. I said I won't go. So, I won't. I am making my own choices now. If my parents wanted to get angry and decided to stay silent or throw some tantrums around the house, well, obviously, i am so much better in staying silent.

on another note, cycling session with babes was awesome. Bad thing was, I couldn't sleep well the whole night. I woke up a dozen times because my legs were aching from the sudden excercise. It was really bad. And I (along with twinny) am really really sleep-deprived.

to you who matters alot, the old me is dead and gone. Dead and gone.