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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
hate life
damn i hate life.. life is a bloody bore!!! farking bore!! i juz dun understand my temper tis days.. had been really bad. i seriously cant stay home. i hate boredom! i have to get out of tis farking house! bloody hell... firstly i lost my fone n ppl juz dun care how i feel. asked gh for his no. and he dun bloody hell give it to me... "dun wan leh.. coz u forgot my no." wad the hell.. i remember ur no. for wad fark? cant u juz tell me ur farking no.? dun tell me den fine.. i dun wanna freaking care so much. den there's kenneth.. complaining on and on abt SJ... come on la fark... juz accept wads happening la... wad the hell... juz shuddup will u? argh! to tink u said, "eh.. if u got nutting to tok to me den dun come n tok to me." farker.. y the hell u toking to me now?! u nutting to tok abt den dun come toking to ME! fark.. den there's tis annoymous guy who i have NO bloody idea is... talking sooo bloody inimate wif me.. calling me mei... fark... dun anihow go arnd acknowledging god-sistas!! u dun even noe who the hell i am and u're calling me ur mei?! fark off!
fark!! n now my mom's nagging n nagging n nagging.. argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! y dun i have at least a min of silence in tis bloody house?! once they're home, all they do is sing sing sing.. fark! n they're singing really stinks! off tune, off beat... bloody hell.. cant they juz stop for a day?! bloody hell.. i wanna get out of tis house!!!!!!!!! someone juz kill me.. pls...
fark!! n now my mom's nagging n nagging n nagging.. argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! y dun i have at least a min of silence in tis bloody house?! once they're home, all they do is sing sing sing.. fark! n they're singing really stinks! off tune, off beat... bloody hell.. cant they juz stop for a day?! bloody hell.. i wanna get out of tis house!!!!!!!!! someone juz kill me.. pls...