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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
actually very look forward to cell outing de.
but.. no money x)
money is not the problem?
but its always the main problem i have.

ok, have to forget all about going...
when i ask my mum if i can go to escape,
she say i am following my 2nd bro's path.
i wonder why she gives my brother money so freely,
but not me.
maybe i can think, he can't x)
just think positively lah.

then i very sad loh..
nvm, don't waste money =)
then my dad call me to go west coast.
always last minute.
and i really don't like last minute thing..
and he always does that. ARGH!

but i didn't let my unhappyness out like that.
told them i really want to go to escape lah.
then when i haven't finish my sentence,
my father say go west coast with him tml.

then very sad loh.. nvm.
don't go loh, no harm what..
everyweek also can see cell group.

then call weiwei tell her i not going.
it doesn't matter if i am going right?
they will still enjoy, smore i can please my parents x)

i choose to obey my parents.

then later i ask God if i am right,
if this will make things better.

'its right and start to obey my parents.
make them feel that you care and accompany them often.'

-Xiaowei


11:00 PM

WEI

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