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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Monday, March 2, 2009

Did'nt upload all the pictures because of laziness. The passion art was Super with the capital 'S'. Everything was okay but not till i saw her and so as the end of the day. Shall not mention anything or someone.Went to passion art with Syakirah and Fateen. First thing first, the malay dance was out of my expectation. it was damn nice. not only they look jaw dropping gorgeous but also the dance. good job you guys^_____^. the next favourite presentation was denzel and his friend playing the guitar. it was impressive and me and khai was just talking about guardian angel when we planned to wear for passion arts weeks ago and yea! Denzel and his friend played the song. hahaa. nice.

Common test is this week and i just took my english test just now. Luckily it was compo but i was out of luck because, it was difficult and i did'nt had the time to finished what i planned my compo would be so i know i would be expecting a bad result for my compo. tomorrow will be taking my maths and chemistry paper. Have'nt even start studying. i know i will be failing maths and co as the others subjects. so yea, slacking more and more as days passed.

Here's the thing. there's this three bitch behind me when i was with boify. was walking down the escalator when one of them tried to make me feel bad. "Ehks, maner _____. aku tadi nampak dier dekat popular." the fattest bitch said. "yea, aku pon rase _____ dekat popular." the 'step jambu' bitch replied and the short+fat bitch laughed. when we reached down i said, " beh, kao nk aku buat per?". bby looked at me and was confused. i told him about the bitch and look at the bitches and i kind of lost them. i texted _____ and _____ settled + calmed me down.

Bitch, stop it lah. serious talking, there's nothing between us. you want him? you can have him because i already have myself a guy. Was pissed off. you don't know the story, so shut your gaps coz' its my life and not yours. accept it or just ignore it. find your own fault and not others because maybe your fault is just bigger than mine. my life so i know how to handle it and you're not the boss of me. so? get lost lahh. hahaa.

to Haqim.

i don't think its working out. with the bad whisperer and the worst comments, its not what i live for. some how, i feel that, the people out there just can't accept the fact that we're friends. no matter how hard we tried to speak the truth, people don't believed us. we had nothing between us and yet, why do people even want to care about us if we're friends or not. When we were attached, no one ever cared if we were still going out or not. i feel like just ignoring you and treat you like a stranger but its not how im used to it nor do you. It was a promised that we made and we had promised to still be as friends after we ended the relationship.

There's too much of hypos out there.