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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
Une fleur dans l'orage
Thursday, July 31, 2008, 6:03 PM
Somebody tell me to stop eating so much junk!
Today was just the 2nd day of my experimental dieting and I've already went against my own promise and ate extra junk food. I don't understand which part of my brain keeps on sending signals for me to eat eat eat.
After a sandwich and a cup of sliced watermelon during lunch, I went to buy famous amous cookies after school and then went home and cooked up 6 onion rings for myself using virgin olive oil(since there were no oil left in my house). Ate the onion rings with ketchup, wanted a glass of milk but thankfully, there were no more left too. Raided the fridge and discovered that there were nothing left for me to eat(no fruits, no veggies) and managed to resist the temptation of grabbing another packet of biscuits. OMG. (Jingjing save me! I'm infected with your disease too.)

J'espère que je peux devenir une fleur dans l'orage. Une fleur que sera tenant toujours, après l'orage. A flower that is still left standing after the heavy storm will be the prettiest and strongest flower ever. No matter where the wind blows or how the rain beats or how the lightning and thunder crack, under the open sky in a vast field of grass, the last little flower standing will always be the prettiest. I need to be that little flower. 微微的小花一定要为爱它的人绽放着！I need to concentrate and focus everything in preparation for EOYs and stop wasting my time blog-hopping or falling asleep during boring bio lessons or disgusting AMC competitions.

我想, 偶尔我们也应该骗一下自己，这样才会变得更坚强。