Very sour indeed....

Actually, I felt like describing the Green Day concert last night, but I guess I'll just let you guys know on msn.Reason? you-know-who has done it again, spoiling the atmosphere of harmony by jumping the gun on certain matters and shooting the innocent....

Came back home with the feeling that the fun has ended and it's time to come back to reality. Guess what? I fell through the earth...

Drank barley to relieve my sore throat, and suddenly mum was like "You know why they don't call you?Because you don't do skipping,or running(Honestly, it makes me recall old times which I prefer not) or any sort.How could you just sit here and expect yourself to win?"

Now,it may sound true, but analyse what you-know-who said closely as well as the continuing scenario

Got ready for bed, definitely feeling irritated,. Planned for early leave and so I slept in my tennis gear.

Next morning, woke up at 730am, and the first thing was her whining.

"what time is your practice(830am),what time is it now?What can't you set your alarm?I purposely made this a test"

Yeah right, SO LAME.SINCE WHEN DID YOU SET TESTS?YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO PROVE YOU HAVE COMPLETE CONTROL WHILE DAD'S NOT AROUND AND CONTINUOUSLY BRAG ABOUT HOW WELL YOU COULD DO ON YOUR OWN.GET REAL,*****.

I left in about 5 mins without saying a word.It's a pain to argue with the "radical pragmatist"......I suppose you know what that means...plainly due to the fact that she is one....

Went for practice when I should be in a good mood(and I'm not).Backhand was unusual due to high consistency and power,serve was ok and my forehand which would be my main weapon was screwed up.Talk about bad days.....

Came back home,dad called and mum threatened that she would fly back to Philli due to his insistence over her getting a job. She whined when he requested me over the phone.He began talking his "moneytalk", and due to the boredom(or sickness) of hearing, I pointed the phone away until I feel I wanna listen and do so when "moneytalk" happens again.Rude,I know, but getiing a job at KFC is something I don't really wanna hear.I mean, STOP THINKING ABOUT FAST FOOD CHAINS,BAKA!!!

And now mum's forcing(not encouraging due to tone difference) me to exercise my legs because she thinks that my footwork is slack.OF COURSE IT IS.Unfortunately, I don't really like pleasing people by doing what they want if they force me to, and hence I sulkily picked up the bell and place it on my left arm.Still she insisted,and I wouldn't budge. In the end she was like:"What's the point if you're not winning at all?Look at the others.They train because they want to improve."

For your info,you-know-who, I don't see the others talk the way you do. They don't talk like they're the ones who want their kids to play.THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE,AND THAT P*SSES ME OFF.Like I said,I don't like pleasing anyone who forces me to do something, and I have my own way of doing things which doesn't suits yours or success's, and YOU CAN'T MAKE ME. After all,it's not like you're playing.And don't say it's "heartbrokening" (ooooh, and you correct me like a teacher =.=) to see me lose badly,DON'T WATCH THEN. Honestly, I don't really appreciate both of you watching, because you'd pop in a few audible words here and there, which totally irks me because I feel that it's not me playing for what I want to play for(something that makes me feel free to express myself), but playing for both of you.That, I have to say, IS THE WORST POSSIBLE THING WHEN IT COMES TO WHAT ONE DOES. Tchhh,discouraging,pushy, yet attempting to make a child play for your sake. I'VE GOT TWO WORDS FOR THAT: DOWNRIGHT FAILURE!!

All of us have different views, and no surprises if I get a backlash, but I consider this post a non-pragmatic one(relativist?realitical?whuddever...)