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Sometimes when I do something, say, buy my favourite teddy bear candies, my teddy bear may ask me why I'm doing this.

After I tell my teddy bear I just feel like it, my teddy bear may ask me why I feel like it.

After I tell my teddy bear I feel like it because I like to do things to make my teddy bear happy, my teddy bear may ask me why I want to make my teddy bear happy. Blahblahblah.

After some more questions from my teddy bear, I'll somehow get the idea that my teddy bear will never understand, or it just refuses to understand, for some reason.

Then I'll just leave it, leave my teddy bear alone. I also probably won't buy my teddy bear candies anymore.

Yup, maybe I'm a quitter afterall. Especially when it comes to understanding other's feelings, I get lost very easily.

Sometimes when it's hard for me to be happy, I feel it all the more important to get back up on my feet and be happy.
Thankful to all those around me who believe so much in me although I always disappoint. My hands are just made to be too small for things out of my ability and range.

Just now when I got home, I caught my Papa trying to hide his cheeky smile as I walked past him, so I asked him what was so funny. Know what he said?

"Nothing lah. I'm just happy that my daughter is so pretty."
My Papa is so (zi-high) and sweet. Even if I'm ugly, I'm still the pretty eldest daughter in his eyes.

Ok byebye!