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Monday, March 22, 2010
this is when i realised how understanding my parents really are. my dad is so understanding that he can actually accept this bad habit of mine. he knew about it but he didnt want to force me to say. he wasnt even a little angry about it, he can still smile to me and told me it's alright. this is the first time after so long that i actually cried so badly infront of them.

i made them really worried i guess. but i felt so much better after telling them. and their hugs meant so much to me at this point of time.

and seriously, i love my family big time. for being so supportive of me, for being so understanding, for being always always there for me.


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