woke up early today.
yes, i did feel farked up when i woke up.
I've got to teach and go to school to meet dear peeps.

my catching of balls. oh yes, oh dear, it farking sucks. ive got to admit it.
and my passes is not even consistent nor it is straight.

i really got to work it out. hais.
tomorrow, probably there is a match, and i bet the feeling sucks.
i still havent bought the shoe for netball. hais.
i will need to endure when i do my runs tomorrow. hais.
how i wish my parents understand the pain of being a center player.
they just thought that i went to school to run, do passes and make friends =.-/

when my mum is away, every morning i would wake up.
and think for a moment.
probably i can understand the feeling of those who doesn't have a mum.
yes, i bet it hurts.

but i seriously dont understand my mum's attitude.
i want to be closer to her, be her best friend, not only her daughter, but how can;t she farkingly understand my feeling ?
she would just continue to nag and nag and nag.
she told me i was rude. but didn't she ever recall the way she talk to me. scolding me.
if it is the way of her teaching me to be good to her, i think it's wrong.

deep inside i felt hurt, the gap between us is just too big.