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Friday, January 11, 2008,10:11 PM









Just a simple hello, a cheery smile or any style of greeting from someone could change my whole day. I swear! And it makes me feel like, "Hell yeah, I exist!" Unfortunately, I don't exist to some people. And to me, those people are friends. But for their case, I think its different. Way different. They're too occupied with their newfound friends, I guess. Hey, I've found some besties too you know! And I tried not to neglect any one of you. I've put in my hardest to let you know I'm here. I guess that, you guys don't care. If I don't get the attention I want from you, you, and you. I might as well STFU and move on. [=

Oh yeah, I'm through with you okay. I told you, you'll get your retribution. And it did happened. Now you're crying your bullshit out, eh? Don't ever manipulate me with your... Sweet talking, smooching or whatever intentions you intended to bring me back. I will never return back to you.
...Congratulations, I hate you.

Okay, school was great. As usual, the clique was crappy, cranky and childy. (I'm trying to make those words rhyme!) Mr. Wong taught us about technology and the subject was quickly changed into atomic bombs. He showed the victims who kena the impact of the bomb and it was supposed to be rated, NC16 or M18, gore/strong violence. *ENDS UP SPEECHLESS* Why my homo like feel nothing one! But lucky in B&W format or I might rape Mr. Wong. The boys loved it, oh god. You've just experience the world of death, man! K, crap. Alah, papa say he wanna bring me out in the end never bring. I changed my clothes, put eyeliner all that already leh.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, HOMEWORKS IS PILING UP. ADIOS. BAIBAIBAIBAIBAI.