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Friday, 7 November 2008
rollin wit shiny impalla

the malay paper i retook wasn't that bad. it was a-okay. i'm hopin for A1. heh. went home wit nana and i promised her that we'll hunt fo jobs soon. damn. i could almost taste the sweetness of good life. just wait till the 11th (last paper) and there you go, i'm all set to be free.


i fuckin don't give any fuck anymore. you're out of my life already. you were on my league but you just lost yourself. i think you are feeling-less. sadly but true, you're the only idiot that couldn't understand me. boohoo. i strongly believe that you took me for granted and i was your keeper. you can curse me all you want for this but yeah. i am your big time arsehole. and if you think you spend much money on me, you better think again cus i have never bring up about all the good times we gone through. you are crap. be it anythin that you're gonna spill to the floor, its all your mess baby. ain't messin my time with shits. i got me going all these times also, so nothin is goin to hinder that progress i'm ridin. i'm switchin gears, movin faster. i haven't feel the need yet to regret upon leavin you, maybe it'll come, maybe it won't. oh well, let's just see. it was a good relationship, but it doesn't seem like a permanent one. you are a nice person generally but yes, i'm glad that i left you. i seriously did.


i don't give any hoots about people who loathes me. you got your reasons to think what you feel, and you are not goin to destroy the path i'm goin to walk on, no. but you can try me if you're quite the stubborn breed. that's a done deal there.

this is my blog and i have every right to speak my mind out since its just going to fade in time. other than that, if offended, please deal it within you and your mind. sincerest.


Friday, November 07, 2008

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