akh... Not anymore

My grandma loved it too basic. She raised me to my mother raises. When I don't like that. I also admit I can't compete with my mom. 
My mother was beautiful, vivacious, white, no breakouts, have a melodious, voice, could play guitar and can race *may*, had many friends.

While me......
Worse than mediocre, black, pimply, ugly voice, can't play any musical instrument, can't drive a bike, don't want to hang out, have no association, yet have much experience in matters of romance, instead always lead to destruction.


Grandmother.... you don't say it again, I know you don't want my mom is more powerful than me.
hehehehhe...
Sorry Grandma,,,