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Monday, July 02, 2007
don't follow my words.
don't follow my actions.
don't follow how i talk.
don't follow my jokes.
don't follow what i love.
don't follow what i want.
don't follow me!

whywhywhy!!!!
i can't take it anymore cans.
argh..!
why do that?
can't you just have your own things.
let your things be yours forever, but don't take mine.
(i am not talking about boys)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

don't take my thing as yours.
sometimes somethings cannot share.
if you're like this now, i don't know if you will take away also the things that is important to me.
i am worried.

you are special.
there is only 1 you in this world.
everyone have different sides beauty.
and just follow what is yours...

don't do things for man.
but for God.
as in.. argh.
iya.. !!!

i don't know lah..
anything..

maybe satan keep putting faults in my mind.
seriously, i have been controlling myself for years le.
i don't want to let you feel hurt.
that is always the reason i give in.
ar.....!!!

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JUST BE YOURSELF!
find yourself.
why keep pleasing man?
have something that is only yours.
like what you like.
not what people like.

T.T

anything,
be happy.

don't ask me anything.

-Xiaowei


7:22 PM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.