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Friday, November 21, 2008

Hello.
I guess I'll just update what I wanna update here,
and post something more to myself on my blog aite.
oh me, :D .

I'm so looking forward to schl.
I swear.
I simply cant tahan the feeling like I'm gonna die here.
and when I have the feeling of dying,
I think about the sch stress and all the pain I have to bear at home.
with 2 momoks.
brrr.

so yest I was aiming to be a good girl, anak mithali eh?
I cleaned the toilet fr 1hr, :D oh me, bt my sis just copycat la sey,
while I cleaned the toilet she go vacuum and mop.
and so Mama nagged tht seha did much more thn me.
haw, life sucks.

and oh. okay now I lazy to sign in to me own blog.
so just put it here.
dear stranger,
I told you I'm sorry.
and it was my fault,
but not totally, cos uh ( would you listen anyway? )
but my guilt feeling was swept off
by ur fcuking fcuk off msgs, and I couldnt tahan.
so you used all those stupid words fcukwits use,
now what harge diri were you talking bout girl?
think before you talk can?
only losers use vulgarities when they're mad at ppl.
yes, sore losers.
oh yes, I am growing up :D
are you?

and another one,
I thought you'd agreed being just hi-bye friends with me
long long ago.
so whatsup with you?
if you were okay with it then, why not now?
and if you think I'm immature by ending our 'close-friendship',
I don't give a shit and oh, pardon me.
immature is like someone else,
who finds pleasure collecting enemies ard the world.
but I dont, you know that.
you know I hate having enemies.

biarlah kurelakan segala walau hidupku sebuah tanda tanya mengapa..

hahaha, taufik, I'm coming for you.

so I wanna talk. you don't wanna read, nehmind.
it's gnna be bout me.
ever felt desperate to be real good
and to find perfection in yourself?
it's so not clever, but I had.
and when my acts dont tell whats in my heart,
gosh, ppl all start to dislike me.
and thts so toot.
and yes they ruined me.
who would do such a thing?
I am a barrel of secrets, yes.
but I'm not a wolf in a sheep's clothing.
BAA .
and I act like I cant be bothered what others say,
but man, deep inside it kills.
if only ppl understand my desire to make ppl trust me,
ohh life would be so wow.
I made myself read what others say bout me on my hp.
the first few times, I cried.
Idk why I'm like this okay.
but pls, stop all this horsehit.
who would do such a thing?

I know it's wordy, sorry. :D

dad, she may be the kamelia you want,
but I can't be the anna you see in me.
I'm myself, BAA.

Blogged @ 11/21/2008


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