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♥ Life
posted by yukiong on Sunday, 7 June 2009 at 11:44 pm.
Ah! My life is totally boring. Everyday is like doing the same old stuff. Totally hate this kind of life.

Yesterday, I went for a hair cut and then went to play with my cousin. As for today, my mother, bro and I went to the market to eat. The market was just opened on Tuesday. I was not used to the new market, like a little bit weird and like those familiar faces like disappear le. We had the chao tow keuy there. And then I and my mother went to Outram Park. I bought one T-shirt there and my mother went to buy some silk. Long time never go out le. I really like to go out but somehow, I feel very scared especially when I am alone. I really do not know to overcome this fear.

Just now, when I watched those disabled and mentally disabled people performing on the stage, I feel that they are very brave. If it was me, I would probably be feeling nervous and make mistakes. I always tell myself to learn from those people and not to run away from reality. If they can do it, why I cannot? But whenever I want to do something, somewhere in my heart will stop me. I really hate to make a mess out of myself and most importantly, I really mind how others look at me. It’s been so many years already, and I still could not go out of this reality. I wonder how much time it will take before I can really accept the reality and be happy. Maybe it would be not too long or maybe it will never happen.