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date: Sunday, November 8, 2009
title: holy. NOT.
time: 3:42 AM

That was a first for me. Seriously, everything feels weird now. That feeling, gushed inside like as if it was potassium reacting immediately to oxygen. Everything was supposed to be set aside. Everything was supposed to be, "over". Just by contact, it came back. It's 4.03a.m, and I can't sleep. Many things running on my mind, and I all can think of is of what happened. Screw this.

And this goes out to the two-'tudong' wearing sluts I met. Please, for god's sake, take off those scarfs, you're a total disgrace. Swap em' for some cheap $5 tubes and micro-skirts where you can find lying around rubbish bins or your mum's closet. Oh by the way, you can get your personalities changed for free, yes I mean FREE at the closest mirror near you. (Warning, person reflected might not be you, might be facing with a slut. Don't worry, that's you.) For any inquiries, gladly call your parents to teach you some basic level of knowledge if you wanna wear that "tudong".

You wanna talk about people about eating alot. What's wrong with eating rice, with 2 vege' and a meat serving? Just like that, you call that alot? "Wah, eat so much ah?" Ah, fuck you. You two sluts are just plain lucky, that I didn't reply anything. I'm an average guy, but I know my basic level of respect ah fuck. Want to shoot, face me. Gutless cunts. Just because I look big you guys think you have an advantage to say that. Ah another fuck you. I'm seriously looking forward to meeting you.

Sorry for all the "keyboard-warrior" talk. Holy, I sound like that person. Damn, I hope that person sees this too.


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