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Sunday, June 01, 2008 ; 9:25 PM

i think im allergic to blogging..
everytime i want to blog i feel like shitting..
yea rite..so this entry gonna be a lil shitty and crappy...





k so a few weeks ago..
i was holding some coins going to shop with my little sis...
and i asked my sis..
me: do you know why 50cent coin is bigger than 1 dollar coin?
sis:no..why?
me:cuz 50 cents want act big...


okay obviously sis ignores me as i laughed at my own joke...





a few weeks ago too...
when life was bad..
i was eating rice with my hands..as a malay...
after eating rice with this spicy gravy...
i washed my hands and watch tv...
my eyes start to itch and i rubbed it...
then a few seconds later my eyes start to sting...
and i began laughing at it..
haha
..
okay im going insane...
i badly need distraction therapy...



tmr's napfa test and i just cant help but think of failing..haha!!

pardon me while i sail through my psychotic-ness...



i never felt this horrible before..
being happy on the outside suddenly feels so fake...
theres too much things thats bothering me and i just wanna let loose...
and i cant help feeling this way..
let me survive this week...
let me get back to myself soon...
can i?

Staring blankly ahead;
Just making my way through the crowd

The Seeker
Name.
school.
bdae
blah blah blah

Thrash



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