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Monday, 23 February 2009
these myths is a nu world

basically, i am on my everyday affair now just rotting, bumming at 3:43am watching the biggest loser on channel 5 and patiently waiting for holly to come home. it felt like a million donkey years since i last had conversations with her on msn. and emily hasn't been here too; maybe she is spending more time bonding with holly instead, i guessed.

and jules, i've created a new friendster account but i still have not done anything to it. somehow i regret sia. you.made.me.do.it.on.impulse.and - i swear i got no idea why i created a new friendster account for myself. boooooo.

i need a jobbbbbbbb. dammit.! job job jobbbb. give me a fuckin job uh please? or 50 000 buckeroos under my bed by the next morning. heh that would be paradise

anyhoo... i need to get back on track. my gym sessions! i'm screwed somehow. its been a month since i hit the gym. i think i'm shapeless now. ha. i need buckeroooos man. i need to get my supplements! i really can't gym without supplements.

i wondered if hed kandi still produce nice good beach chillout music. haiya... i'm soooo going to hunt down for more nice music like hed kandi's. ok random.


okay... tettttttt...............fast forwarding..................





i've always know that by hook or by crook the only best solution is to be on my own, and i guessed i'm right, for now. at the end of the day, it doesn't matter, my crazy broken soul and mind can still and always will manage all these shit. i'll be doing it on my own, i want to stand up for myself. i don't care about any stupid shit anymore.

if its really about hotter boys and stolen sweethearts, then i'm really up for the challenge. and if i gonna make it through, consider my achievements as the biggest regret of your life. like... the best you never had. alright? ...okay...deal. great.

i'm a host of imperfections, i'm a perfect disaster... so just watch me make it rain


Monday, February 23, 2009

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