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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
I still can't help but think that the world is unfair whenever I'm feeling down. Perseverance may sometimes even go down the drain when we think that it will defintely pay off at the end of the day. Sometimes it's a good to persevere but sometimes it is not. I love to persevere as I believe that miracles do happen. I will not give up till my last drawn breathe. However, people like me may be deemed as fools. "give up..","don't be silly..." are words of advice from bystanders. There's still a lil' hope in me that my birthday wishes will come true. Nah. My dreams and wishes have yet to come true....................................................................
How come the least expected always happen to us? It's really out of my imagination. Yet the thing I want will never come to me? What a disaster!


















I pictured that I paint a beautiful portrait of us and framed it all up. Then, I locked it in my miniature warm and hearty storeroom. Whenever I miss you, I take it out to have a look and put it back. Never ever will this painting be disposed of 'cause there's flaming love.

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