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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


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no, you tell me

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Sunday, April 01, 2007
Tell me baby


For Jeremy's birthday, he got an inflatable pool. I suggested we put bubble bath :D It was great but of course, it's far from a swimming pool. And shallow is an understatement. But it is private. What the heck, of course it's private.

It's the beginning of Holy Week and I haven't been much charitable. I wasn't either during Lent. All I'm thinking of now is Easter Sunday and how adults won't let me participate in egg-hunting anymore. There are many disadvantages we get as we grow up.

I wonder what it'll be like to be independent - no parents. Some people think it would 'so rock' but to me, it's scary. I'm pretty dependent on my parents. Actually, I'm very dependent on my parents. I can't really imagine how I'd be living without them. Mainly, without any adults. We shouldn't really complain so much, as their children. In their time, they didn't own cellphones or computers. Are you impatient? It's common among the youth because we are the generation of instant messaging and other fast crap. I AM IMPATIENT. They had few privileges, basically. Yeah, you probably think that this is a different generation but the values must remain. Do you still respect your parents? Do you answer back? Do you abuse your privileges? I admit, I've lost and gained my parents' trust on and off.

I wasn't exactly planning to write about this but here I am, writing about this.

If you are angry at your parents for being so 'naggy' or 'irritating', they're just there because they love you and they raised you to be who you are today. We should appreciate our parents :) To parents who left their children behind: you must be ashamed :|

So, that's all I want to write for tonight.

Lately, I've been feeling lazy to blog.
Lately, I've stopped counting Koreans.
Lately, I've cut down junk food.
Lately, I've been missing you. More. And more.


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