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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Different frequency / 11:02:00 PM

Guys and girls always think differently, don't they?

On a guy's point of view, he meant well.
On a girl's point of view, she meant well too.

It's just that both minds think differently.


That's all for this part.



School's getting really hectic, stressful and taxing.
What's with pressuring me to redo my blood test when it's mild anemic.
It's called 'mild' for a reason.

Stop blaming me, accusing me over my 'little' amount of food consumption.
That's because you don't know how much I eat.
Stop pin-pointing me and say I'm just too skinny, that I'll have problems next time.
Hey, I didn't ask for that, did I?
Stop asking me to eat more.
I spent nearly all my savings on my food. Welcome to donate more so that I have money to spend on food, my love.
Stop saying, eat more even when you're full.
If you can do something about expanding my tummy even when I'm bloated, welcome.

Seriously, just stop it.
I didn't ask for it. I didn't invite this conditions, and I have no say.
I did all I can; To eat, eat and eat.

Urgh.



.a wonderland

.xiaowei
.120190
.basketball

navigate through the sexy, colourful pictures.

give.me.the.ingredients, hand.me.more.spices, to.have.me.taste.your love.better-



with the stories told




and a happy ending.
Hand me the cookies and no one gets hurt