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?Yesterday has been and gone, tomorrow will I find the sun or will it rain?? This is taken from ?oGoodbye to romancê? by Ozzy and now, it?Ts so true to my heart. Everyday I wonder what I will be in the next 10 years, will I be able to earn a living on my own or will I be a dependant on parents? They all lay their hope on me, which becomes such a great pressure that I?Tm always scared to let them down. What should I do? I can?Tt change the way I am to live up to their expectations, why am I always compared with my brother, he is intelligent, I am not. Wê?Tre totally different, why do I have to live under his shade? Mom and dad are crazy, they always want me to be like this and like that, to be an outdated girl when the world is changing everyday. They pose their conservative thought on me, how can I put up with it? Ahhh if there were a contest among parents to be the one who have no idea what their child is like, my parents would easily get the highest prize.

Don't be afraid to open up your heartEverybody cries...

?Yesterday has been and gone, tomorrow will I find the sun or will it rain?? This is taken from ?oGoodbye to romancê? by Ozzy and now, it?Ts so true to my heart. Everyday I wonder what I will be in the next 10 years, will I be able to earn a living on my own or will I be a dependant on parents? They all lay their hope on me, which becomes such a great pressure that I?Tm always scared to let them down. What should I do? I can?Tt change the way I am to live up to their expectations, why am I always compared with my brother, he is intelligent, I am not. Wê?Tre totally different, why do I have to live under his shade? Mom and dad are crazy, they always want me to be like this and like that, to be an outdated girl when the world is changing everyday. They pose their conservative thought on me, how can I put up with it? Ahhh if there were a contest among parents to be the one who have no idea what their child is like, my parents would easily get the highest prize.

Don't be afraid to open up your heartEverybody cries...

I used to find myself in the same dilemma as you, B. In the hurdle race of parents, I was somehow so pathetic that I tended to keep myself as far as possible away from some children my parents wanted me to get along with. They are children of my father?Ts friends. They are classy, diligent and polite. I wish I could meet them up somewhere so that I would have not been so inept and reluctant to join their world. It was wrong from the beginning, as I didn?Tt choose to talk to them, let alone to share some social activities. They are posh, I am not. They play piano, I gave up any hope to be musical literate after some months struggling to play organ. They are good cooks, I am domestically hopeless. They can forge out different cuisines from North to South, I don?Tt mind to eat most of things putting on dining table. Every appealing swan has to overcome a first period of being ugly, I guess. I also knew I could benefit from socializing with them. I just didn?Tt figure out my real motivation to make an effort. Whenever I looked around I felt the desire of my father pushing me towards them whilst I was so mushy to absorb that monumental plan. I was optimistic but not with my father?Ts face looked down so close.
About 6 or 7 of us went to a private English class together. Even though I happened to be incredibly idiot during those 2 hours per day, 2 days per week English practicing, the main torture didn?Tt come yet until they and their parents decided to give us some treat. We came out for dinner sometimes or gathered at onê?Ts house, mainly talked about future, music, those kinds of stuff. Not every meeting was a tabloid, however with the summed-up regular question from my father: ?oHow was it going? What did you do?? I learned to end my day with an immense disappointment about myself, my ability and sadly my personality. I throw myself into that limbo long enough to see how coward I was, and how sympathetic I could be when seeing someone else make a try.
One day I missed a birthday party of a girl in the group and recognised it was something I was so over the moon with. I was determined that standing for my own voice was more important than pleasing my father. That girl was so nice and sweet. I liked to see her showing her charming by playing some piano classical snippets. I would have not been reluctant to receive her hospitality if I approached her in different circumstance. Never mind, that day finished off my trying to fit into the mould. Since then I learned English by myself, not hanging around any paid class more than two or three months and said goodbye to a posh lady image.
I still have being strived for my instinct belief so far, still felt exact the same irritation when facing pressure from my parents. Someone asked me how could I be abroad too long and have the gut to refuse quite a few chances to settle down at home. I haven?Tt been ready to become an answer of your life puzzle yet, dear father. I was a tiny intimidated girl running lonely on the long way to find something I didn?Tt know whether worthy for my life or not. Running fast not because I?Tm strong, father. Just because I?Tm so imperfect and slushy. Nevertheless, I?Tm still on the race, because I?Tm your daughter, father.
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I used to find myself in the same dilemma as you, B. In the hurdle race of parents, I was somehow so pathetic that I tended to keep myself as far as possible away from some children my parents wanted me to get along with. They are children of my father?Ts friends. They are classy, diligent and polite. I wish I could meet them up somewhere so that I would have not been so inept and reluctant to join their world. It was wrong from the beginning, as I didn?Tt choose to talk to them, let alone to share some social activities. They are posh, I am not. They play piano, I gave up any hope to be musical literate after some months struggling to play organ. They are good cooks, I am domestically hopeless. They can forge out different cuisines from North to South, I don?Tt mind to eat most of things putting on dining table. Every appealing swan has to overcome a first period of being ugly, I guess. I also knew I could benefit from socializing with them. I just didn?Tt figure out my real motivation to make an effort. Whenever I looked around I felt the desire of my father pushing me towards them whilst I was so mushy to absorb that monumental plan. I was optimistic but not with my father?Ts face looked down so close.
About 6 or 7 of us went to a private English class together. Even though I happened to be incredibly idiot during those 2 hours per day, 2 days per week English practicing, the main torture didn?Tt come yet until they and their parents decided to give us some treat. We came out for dinner sometimes or gathered at onê?Ts house, mainly talked about future, music, those kinds of stuff. Not every meeting was a tabloid, however with the summed-up regular question from my father: ?oHow was it going? What did you do?? I learned to end my day with an immense disappointment about myself, my ability and sadly my personality. I throw myself into that limbo long enough to see how coward I was, and how sympathetic I could be when seeing someone else make a try.
One day I missed a birthday party of a girl in the group and recognised it was something I was so over the moon with. I was determined that standing for my own voice was more important than pleasing my father. That girl was so nice and sweet. I liked to see her showing her charming by playing some piano classical snippets. I would have not been reluctant to receive her hospitality if I approached her in different circumstance. Never mind, that day finished off my trying to fit into the mould. Since then I learned English by myself, not hanging around any paid class more than two or three months and said goodbye to a posh lady image.
I still have being strived for my instinct belief so far, still felt exact the same irritation when facing pressure from my parents. Someone asked me how could I be abroad too long and have the gut to refuse quite a few chances to settle down at home. I haven?Tt been ready to become an answer of your life puzzle yet, dear father. I was a tiny intimidated girl running lonely on the long way to find something I didn?Tt know whether worthy for my life or not. Running fast not because I?Tm strong, father. Just because I?Tm so imperfect and slushy. Nevertheless, I?Tm still on the race, because I?Tm your daughter, father.
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Today is the bad day in my life. When i waked up, it''s raining, everything slip away with water. Then I prepared to go to my office. When I kicked of my motocycle it''s out of fuel! Damm it. ..

Today is the bad day in my life. When i waked up, it''s raining, everything slip away with water. Then I prepared to go to my office. When I kicked of my motocycle it''s out of fuel! Damm it. ..

Hell awaits! Hell awaits! The past weeks were so terrible! Just felt as if everything were "redundant", my hands, my hair, my eyes, etc. Kind of feelings when you had nothing to do but your prodigan time to idle away. Nothing meaningful to do. Mentally misoriented, feeling like breaking open my head to see what''s inside. If there EVER is something gray in it, I will keep it in, if there is something that look otherwise, I wish I could select it out and throw it into a recycle bin. Wondering if I have anything looking gray in my head.
How dificult it always is to read a book without being on a bus??? But it''s completely ridiculous, totally silly to always want a bus so as to read a thought-provoking book. So funny it was! Bus, bus, all the time bus. Hating myself so much. How so???
How to overcome it??? Hope oneday I''d become a bookworm like my friends'' girlfriends. Only bookworming can bring fresh knowledge and deep insights. My plan is in about 2-3 years I''d need a pair of glasses, thus feeling no dissident anymore to discuss whatever there is out from my friends'' mouths.
You hear that? That is the sound of inevitability...

Hell awaits! Hell awaits! The past weeks were so terrible! Just felt as if everything were "redundant", my hands, my hair, my eyes, etc. Kind of feelings when you had nothing to do but your prodigan time to idle away. Nothing meaningful to do. Mentally misoriented, feeling like breaking open my head to see what''s inside. If there EVER is something gray in it, I will keep it in, if there is something that look otherwise, I wish I could select it out and throw it into a recycle bin. Wondering if I have anything looking gray in my head.
How dificult it always is to read a book without being on a bus??? But it''s completely ridiculous, totally silly to always want a bus so as to read a thought-provoking book. So funny it was! Bus, bus, all the time bus. Hating myself so much. How so???
How to overcome it??? Hope oneday I''d become a bookworm like my friends'' girlfriends. Only bookworming can bring fresh knowledge and deep insights. My plan is in about 2-3 years I''d need a pair of glasses, thus feeling no dissident anymore to discuss whatever there is out from my friends'' mouths.
You hear that? That is the sound of inevitability...

Posted by @hoacatbien
It is so bad day , i am so bored , tired of many thing . I want to write st for a rest . Iam waiting my boy friend , but i can not see him . It is so bad sat . I am waiting for him to say gôdbye to him because i can not hold on waiting him.
Thank the wind of destiny for bringing you into my world

Posted by @hoacatbien
It is so bad day , i am so bored , tired of many thing . I want to write st for a rest . Iam waiting my boy friend , but i can not see him . It is so bad sat . I am waiting for him to say gôdbye to him because i can not hold on waiting him.
Thank the wind of destiny for bringing you into my world