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Friday, November 6, 2009 at 4:40 AM

Sometimes I just really not into my family. Seriously. I know we are close as a family but we are very different. One good example is my Sister and me. People do not know that we are siblings. When we met her friends, they would say "Wah.. you both look very different." Not only physically, but characters too. She is wayy too friendly and talkative whereas I am too shy. I just can`t get her sometimes. She has a boyfriend and she would ask me to tag along with them when they go out at some times. C`monla... I don`t wanna play the third wheel. If you wanna have a date, just go out. Don`t pretend to invite me along. Just because you know that I will be all alone in the house and that I will be all lonely, you try to ask me out together with your boyfriend. Please laa... you know I am not the girl who loves to play gooseberry and yet you still ask me the same question. I know her. She would be all perky and cheerful when she has a date with her boyfriend that day and she would open up a conversation with me. She wanted me not to be offended when she went out with her boyfriend. Lame? -_- At times when her boyfriend will be working and not going out with her, she would be boring and not as cheerful. Pretty obvious. I guess it`s about the age gap. 6 years difference. I guess that is why we cant really understand each other. Oh well...I hate it.

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