" Sebuah Kisah Klasik. "

haa. im gonna fall sick soon i guess. i dunnoe. i feel like so. n im so needin money. im broke. dead broke. no caching2 at all. haa. i need cash to burn for tmr. shud i ask mum? i need to get a new set of headphones. ezlink. necklaces. those bands. urgh. i need money. i need money. i need money! *screams!

i totally goin bonkers. and i am totally hatin you. u noe what, yes you. ur makin me sick sick sick sick each tyme more. u are bein such uhh, whats tht word, bitch? uhh yeshh. thts you. like that term? it suits u n ur personality aint it. like finally~ get a lyfe lah. please. dont waste your tyme hangin in mine. i tell you. u aint gettin anythin lahh. fuckin bitches wit no fuckin life. what a life for them!

im so gonna klua tmr. cannot take it already. i dont care wit hu. im so gonna come home late. im so gonna enjoy myself and release evry shitts insyde me. urgh.

got back all my results. only failed malay. n a c for maths. tha rest are bs. thts okayy i guess. n teachers say im slackin. what tha heck. my life. i noe what my goals are. dont need anuther person doin it up fo me.

tdae had amaths ec. i understnd it a bit. but was kinda dozin off in class. i need my sleep. but dunnoe howe m gonna get em wit all this late night calls. again, im NOT blamin youu okayys. i blame me. but i still like em a whole lotts. =)

thts it. just hate those torturing fucking bitches. phat wrote this in her entry. and i love it loadss.

hmm. had been goin home late due to ECs n those crappy excursion. went to science centre yesterday fo a talk on engineering. den afta dat. check out black skirts with nis fo her uncles wedding dinner. then ma bag was dym heavy. so i was "seret-ing" ma bag when i was at metro. n nis seeing mie,she help carry ma popular plastic bag. nyehaha. was tired. n decided to get home. at da interchnge saw rafie n all. nis was with rafie. rafie was with meedee n taufik. Nis! im immitating ur line. heh. hmm they all wanna go ep. so took da same bus as 'em. n to those whu still wanna deny da truth n still dun wanna accept it. look in da mirror n say to urself "i;ve gotta accept da truth. they r together" so stop bein sum *bleep* n break 'em apart even tho u got da looks. cus looks arent all dat matters now. how naive cud a person be. diggin up da truth from other people when they already know da real deal. sheesh. im so sad fo this plastics.

there's 2 kinds of plastics which fall on da same category. those whu smile in front of u n pretend to like u when they r digging fo dark secrets beneath u. the other kinda plastics r just those kind whu beautify themself every single second n backstabs u in da back. they can laff at u one minute n stare at u da other second. plastic oh plastics. dun think we're stupid cus if u think we r. sad to say,u're da one who r stupid. fug plastics.

love u phatt. love u loadss. n not forgettin mai. n radha. n other other people. n to fuck with those plastics. =D

toodles people.