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Saturday, November 8, 2008

i'm not happy because of something my dad told me today
and also because he is going overseas and will only be back three months later.
also i couldn't control it anymore that i just blurted everything that i was unhappy/frustrated about.
sorry for making you worry but i guess the bubble had already burst.
i really cannot take it anymore
and everything i do doesn't seem to get f***ing appreciated
bloody hell

no one knows what the future has in hold for them
guess we'll just have to do like what you always say: be prepared for the worse
barricade the road to nowhere and give me some clues
any clue will do?

i'msuper fuckedup witheverything now

sojustleavemealone









LA FEMME

zhiying
you won't be interested in the rest

LA LISTE

go on a holiday
a job that i like
blackberry
me to you bear
friends forever
parents to stop worying
to be happy once again


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