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Monday, January 23, 2006

sometimes i just feel so withdraw-ed from this world
oh well

just now on the bus
while i was in te queue to get down
this woman "excuse me" me
so i thought she wanted to get down to
so i siam one side
then the door open, so everyone was like moving
den the woman walk until the door there she stop
and the bus uncle closed the door on me
grrrrr

this is so random but yah
do i really really really look like a guy?
grrrr

im very very excited bout the malacca trip
for i dont know what reasons
sexy gonna be sleeping with me (:
BEAMS!

im just very confused bout it
its like, i dont even know what im supposed to do
its what you call the guilty treatment
then when ppl ask bout it, i dont even know what to answer
i just have to smile it off and pretend everything's alright
i shld just fall sick and die at the hospital
she'll be happy
he'll be happy
i'll be happy
everyone's gonna be happy
im not okay
not o-fucking-kay.





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AM

MAO!