Don't run.

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060906

if you wanna cry, cry on my shoulder.

monday's trng was gruesome. my weak arms are still crying out loud from the trng. how am i to survive tmr's? in addition to all the trouble i created for myself these couple of days, how am i to train seriously. okay cancel the fact that by nature im a swim addict. flyings tmr will be pain. i cant fly with arms like these?

had a terrific time today with my cousin. up downs up downs she was with me through it all. and not forgetting boyuan who was being the nice guy accompanying the two frantic and wild ladies for the night.

just call me,
just call me,
i'd be there to make your day.
baby i love you,
you're the man i want to meet.
you're the man i wanna be with for the rest of my life.
baby it's not difficult is it.
stay strong jieping, stay strong.

♥