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Monday, September 01, 2008
what bor @ 8:56 PM

Today totally sucked**** ass.. for me. !
early in the morning my sister ruined everything.
next my oven broke down.
then i got sugar all over me.
next i quarrelled with my family.
and then im all left alone in my roomie locked up.
nice day , what a nice start i have. when i thought yesterday was the worst without being able to cycle. and now this. i dont even have the mood to follow my plans , by baking and lending bike from dhana. this sh!T. and know what.. tonight i will have to give up my roomie and to sleep with my sister and my momi. just because...******************************** family stuffs. how am i suppose to enjoy my remaining holidays.... *tsktsk*.
oh well... untill i cant believe it but im getting better. what sh!t mood i have.
nice. *0* ........ perhaps i belong to the mental hospital. out of the world.
HASSE suie.
p.s i now im fat. but at least i have something you dont have.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.