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Thursday, November 17, 2005 12:34 pm
IT'S COMPLICATED/WOAH WOAH WOAH
[State Of Mind: -]
The negative impression that you shot me yesterday really irked me. Hell yes it was the straw the broke the camel's back, the spindle that pricked the princess's finger, the dissapointment that made the hooker run to the nunnery.
Talking behind my back. Calling me stuff I never thought you would say. I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU. I'm just putting on a mask and joining you in your mardi gras of what you call "friends". You think columniating is cool and funny.
Juxtaposing your friends with some fucked up retail slut. Oh you think you're fun? Oh you think you're entertaining? Oh you can so get your dominant asshole away from me. Don't make me explode.
Don't bother speculating what I am talking about.
Moving on.
Town-ed with Ulfah. Was a last minute plan. I wanted to grab 44526 things yes. And what? Ripcurl pants are on sale. 50% discount baby. WOAH, WOAH kan? No. That is WOAH, WOAH, WOAH. Okay. Dah. Cukop.
I wanted to work. But my dad forbid me though. Dayah offered me a job as a sales personnel. My job is to walk around and promote a security alarm. Siak ah. Aku dah lah tak pandai berbual. $510 per month without commission. WOAH, WOAH, WOAH kan? But yesterday my mom told me, "Alah. Tak payah kerje lah. Tinggal lagi 1 bulan plus aje. Nanti Olin nak aper-aper Olin bilang mak lah."
WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!!
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