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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Selamat Hari Raya 2008. it has been an extremely long period of time since i last blog. n suddenly today, i just need to release my uncontrollable temper here. a medium i have always favoured. bcoz i am d boss, d authority here.

life. love. sigh. countless happy moments. but now im in d confused state. why? why cant love just be perfect like how it's suppose to be? why r there so much confusion n sorrow but i just cant explain them?

im so insecure, too sensitive, an empty bottle. i tink too fast, too ahead, too much. no limit. no one can beat me in tis tinking game. nobody catch me in d run n calm me down. n my temper's horrible. wen im mad, words tat come out shoot d shit out of idiots. n these idiots just have d power to do or say someting on d bull's eye. made it worse n got more shitty shots from me. sometimes i feel so sori for them. sometimes they just deserve them.

idiots r so idiotic. they have a list of shitty personality n i cant tolerate them. ego-centric. selfish. ignorant. immature. fucking lazy. they have tis motto, 'Getiing d most by doing d least'. i strictly believe in meritocracy. so i have these kinda people. n once again, they are called idiots.

can i have a more perfect bf please? i dont care if u tink im asking for too much. im greedy. i just feel sori for myself so tats y.

another ting. i have a bad habit. a greatly horrible one. n i wana kick it. i tink too much. especially about d past. i noe time dont come back for us n i noe tat wats in d past means it's over. totally over. just tat i need to be reminded consistently.

Allah is d greatest. he will give us d best tat we deserve at d perfect moment. but sometimes i realise d tings i get may be great at a point of time but real no-no at another. n being someone who reads between d line all d time, i sometimes wonder which is reli for me n which r d list of tings arent meant for me for d future.

lesson learnt. never misjudge a straight road.

noted@12:57 AM
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