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Saturday, February 25, 2006
14:44
dear dad. don't you notice i'm becoming like your eldest daugther? quiet & avoiding you? do you know why? simply because you've wrongly interprate me. you've always asked us to talk to you. but how is it possible if i try to sort things out with you but again & again you insist on me being wrong? that day you saw me STUDYING math early in the morn around 1am. you offered your help but i declined it. i was just getting on the mood of studying when you scolded me. "math is not supposed to be studied. you have to practise math". you don't have the idea of how desperate my life is till i have to STUDY for math. the other day, i immediately respond to mum when shecalled us to eat dinner so that i've enough time to digest the food before i pray. you scolded me for eating too little for dinner. how am i suppose to digest the food before i pray? & like hello, i accidentally ate too much for tea; almost 1/4 of the biscuits in that container because it was addictive. you suggested to mum not to buy biscuits anymore. i agree with you. the next day, i forced myself to eat more. after scooping the rice, i cleaned the spoon against the brim of my plate & the latter ends up messy. you scolded me for that. you don't allow me to knock the spoon against the rice pot & when i clean against my plate, you scolded me. i did all these for the sake of cleaning the spoon. unlike you, clean plates & no knocking of the rice pots but unclean spoon & depend on mum to clean it for you.



i wonder why i can't cope with my studies. i mean, considering others, who are much busier than i am, they are better than me academically. & they don't pay attention in class, copy homework, hang out, etc. i confided in kak mard & she said that they are just lucky enough to have the IQ but i use my own effort. at least, kak mard recognise my effort. i sleep no earlier than 12 practically everday.


yesterday was the 1st time we pitched our 1st tent. wohoo...! wasn't that bad. but i still got problems tying the ten guy loop.


i've been eating alot nowadays. that's sad.