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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Dear xxxxxx-xx-xxx,Im sorry we never got the chance to really sit down and start a proper conversation.. Maybe it's bcoz of the language barrier - Im so bad in CL that i cant even speak a sentence of it without using some English in between.. Im sorry i wasnt able to open up to you, or talk to you abt me and ur son.. About what we were going through, or even ask how your day had been.. I gez it's hard to talk to someone so much older than me - like my parents, i dont go telling them what i face in my growing teenage yrs.. I wished i could juz chuck aside that shy and negative nature and boldly laugh, joke, and even be serious at our conversations.. I gez i am at fault for causing the trouble for u and ur son.. Often, i wud want u both mother and son to spend the quality time together, instead of ur son spending that quality time with me.. I gez i was selfish and that was wat probably led to the tension between u guys.. Blood is thicker than water.. Im like an outsider, someone whom so called "intruded" into your family a yr ago, without a brief of your family history.. Without knowing the future outcomes of this event.. What can i do, but juz watch helplessly.. You say i have to grow up, im still a kid and havent experienced much in life.. You say i have to study hard so that pple wud respect me and id learn to better support myself.. Maybe you wouldnt like it when i told u i want to be a musician, and do what i like to do.. I really want to make you proud and not let you look down on me.. It's always the same thing.. People look down on me.. It's bcoz of the way i dress and look, perhaps? My exes parents didnt like me.. No one did.. I gez, i felt discouraged and all hopes dashed.. Im sorry for refusing to spend the time with u sometimes.. Sometimes i juz cant face you.. I cant face not being able to open up to you.. I gez i can never be able to.. Your son tells me to try.. Well i am trying.. I really hope to talk to you properly.. Even though i cant speak very well in Chinese, i hope you'd accept me for being so Englishy.. Im sorry for the troubles caused between u and ur son.. Maybe u guys shud understand each other better.. Seek first to undstand, then be understood.. :) I love you.. God bless.. 10:07 PM
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Dear xxxxxx-xx-xxx,Im sorry we never got the chance to really sit down and start a proper conversation.. Maybe it's bcoz of the language barrier - Im so bad in CL that i cant even speak a sentence of it without using some English in between.. Im sorry i wasnt able to open up to you, or talk to you abt me and ur son.. About what we were going through, or even ask how your day had been.. I gez it's hard to talk to someone so much older than me - like my parents, i dont go telling them what i face in my growing teenage yrs.. I wished i could juz chuck aside that shy and negative nature and boldly laugh, joke, and even be serious at our conversations.. I gez i am at fault for causing the trouble for u and ur son.. Often, i wud want u both mother and son to spend the quality time together, instead of ur son spending that quality time with me.. I gez i was selfish and that was wat probably led to the tension between u guys.. Blood is thicker than water.. Im like an outsider, someone whom so called "intruded" into your family a yr ago, without a brief of your family history.. Without knowing the future outcomes of this event.. What can i do, but juz watch helplessly.. You say i have to grow up, im still a kid and havent experienced much in life.. You say i have to study hard so that pple wud respect me and id learn to better support myself.. Maybe you wouldnt like it when i told u i want to be a musician, and do what i like to do.. I really want to make you proud and not let you look down on me.. It's always the same thing.. People look down on me.. It's bcoz of the way i dress and look, perhaps? My exes parents didnt like me.. No one did.. I gez, i felt discouraged and all hopes dashed.. Im sorry for refusing to spend the time with u sometimes.. Sometimes i juz cant face you.. I cant face not being able to open up to you.. I gez i can never be able to.. Your son tells me to try.. Well i am trying.. I really hope to talk to you properly.. Even though i cant speak very well in Chinese, i hope you'd accept me for being so Englishy.. Im sorry for the troubles caused between u and ur son.. Maybe u guys shud understand each other better.. Seek first to undstand, then be understood.. :) I love you.. God bless..
Reach my prismic soul.
The Girl
Eva Marie
aka Black Samara.
Hatefully Twenty-one.
Musician
Drummer
Vocalist
Writer
Giggist
Poet.
Loves
Mozerella cheese
Mee sua
Meiji plain crackers.
Music
Screamm
Guitars
Drumming
Singing
Rocking out.
Chilling at Starbucks/Spinelli
Goofing around.
Black eyes.
Black nails.
Black heart.
Hates
Cucumbers
Dog food.
Posers
heart breakers.
YOU.
Unconditional Desires.
My own Orange County Drumset.
To get my diploma in music next year.
Learn double pedals.
Get Married.
Get my future parents in laws to like me.
The endless connections.
Mix the words up.
You have my thanks.
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