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Tuesday, September 23, 2008




i'm gonna run and run and never stop running. is it? heeeheee.

i realised that some things which happens to you(in general) happens to everyone else. was online yesterday (and blocked) and realised that everyone's personal message were almost the same, "going back to the past". is the past really that good or just the memories? sad happy stupid crazy angry memories.

now, the present. discovered even more WIERD people. they are wierd in their own ways, seriously. if you were me, you wouldn't do anything either, trust me. don't look at me as if i didn't try. i did.

so what do you think about the present? wierd or annoying? fun and exciting? torturing but happy? i don't know.

at every point in life, there are two pathways. are we choosing them, or has god planned the path for us?

randomshit: i hate my maid. she shall die of talking too much or i wish some indonesian terrorist bomb her stupid foul mouth or some random bangla chop her into cubes and cook a nice indian thick hot spicy curry with extra lettuce and with lesser sugar without milk plus KFC's $1 cheese upsized! so angry that i became hungry. i'm gonna make her suffer after giving me too many trouble.


got this from a friend,

Are humans like tissue paper? To be used and thrown away?
p.s: please remember Ass.U.Me (:

4:00 PM

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