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I started jogging in the morning again. Now, my leg muscles are so sore. Hopefully I won’t be super-size-Ci after this vacation. The food here is so attractive…ah…>.<

I know that every time when I come home for vacation, it’ll take several days for me to get use to being my parents’ little daughter. I don't mind them giving me orders sometimes because they’re good advices. But, they take care of me too much, especially my mom. I understand that she wants me to enjoy staying at home with her since I’ll only be here for 2 month. But.. but she’s making me disabled..! I can’t stand that she keeps telling me “when to do what”. “CiCi, it’s hot in here, I think you should tie up your hair.” “CiCi, go to eat your peach, it’s good for health.” “CiCi, don’t drink cold water.”

Errr! I’ve been drinking cold water all the time for 2 years, Mom! It’s ok. But I controlled myself and I didn’t yell at her. I know she just want to do something for me while I’m at home. I don’t want to hurt her feelings. That means, I need to be more patient and let her understand little by little that I’m not her baby-Ci anymore. I cooked dinner last night. Mom was surprised that I can cook now…hehee…

But sometimes, my parents would treat me like an “old friend” and complain to me about each other. They never notice that I’ve already been tired of stories like that. I’m not the family psychiatrist. Talking to me doesn’t solve anything, it only bring more depression to me. Even though I’m prepared for the “lectures”, I still couldn’t stand it and feel I need to scream. I think I know too much between my parents. It’s their relationships; I’m not responsible for keeping it healthy.

I got a call from one of my high school friend in KL today. He got married last month and he’s going back to TW this weekend to stay with his wife. He was suggesting that we and other ISKL friends should get together before he leaves. “So, CiCi, when are you getting married?”, he asked me. “ehh.. don't know lah.. someday..he..hheeee…^^” I didn't know what else I can say. After the phone call, I started to wonder how old I should be and how old I actually am. Then I felt there’re many CiCi at different ages inside me. The different characters make my life interesting. I don’t know what the future would be. At least I’m enjoying the present time.

So, keep jogging, keep smiling, keep being CiCi. Jia you! Yay!

p.s. Will the phone ring today? Or maybe on weekend? hhee...kidding lah~