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Thursday, March 24, 2011

There's an invisible pressure when meeting the parents, not because they are scary, simply because sometimes you really dono wad to tell them when their kids are so good and you have nothing to comment, and sometimes when you talk to fast, you tend to hyperventilate, or even blank out and suddenly stop and dono what to say. it's not that i'm nervous. I face them with a normal attitude, be myself. No matter I seem to be childish or laugh alotor did not speak in a stern teacher-like manner, I don't care. I like myself to be like that. They are quite happy with what I told them. When they ask me how are they or how am I going to help them, sometimes my mind will be blank as I did not really think in depth how I should answer them. I hope they like the way I am..to be truthful and doing my very best I can for them.

I love bubble tea.
I love blue and white.
I love sports.
I'm a teacher and a volunteer too.
I sing till dawn,
I dance till dusk.
That's coz...
I want to live without regret.
And lead a meaningful life.
To prove to myself that
I have lived before