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emotions comeback intervention time


Monday, May 19, 2008 !@#$% 12:04 AM

well, I just got back.
wasn't such an eventful day, I must say.
went to airport just now, walked around.
saw sharifah. and fathul. and that someone that looks like farhan.
recieved mesages from mai. eek, found out his name.
and his siblings. bleahhs. okay. stupiid shiit.
was on the phone with Mirah before going.
she was going on and on and on and on and on and on and on about her guy on drugs.
bleahhs. get high and live life. fuck everything else.
really, I need to get a new hobby.
gonna go off. this sucks already.
holidays tomorow. happy holiday. to all the vesak day celebrants. if that's a word.
bleahhs. bye.

we all have our fears but yours are the scariest of them all


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