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i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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fools.
21 March 2006 9:09 pm


do you know what bugs me?
when people make a fool out of you.

you know fartu n irfan. asshole.
they hide my spontanious book.
so i go really panic and stuff.
than irfan came and gimme my book.
and fatu was like," siak! panic sak skali!"
and those two laugh all the way loudly
fuck. mmg kurangajar kan?!
buat baik pandai. dpn muka diam.

than during break right. fitri took my perfume. he spray it all over ahmad. it has this really sweet smell. than the bunch of guys came in and was shinning over the smell. firdaus was hugging himself over what reason which i dont knoe. "bau ape siol? sedap uh... blablabla" when they know ahmad wore it, they were so busted and changes mind saying it was not nice. so they ask whose perfume is it? fitri told them it was me. than they make another loud comment on how bad it smell. and the fools look at me and laugh laugh laugh. wth sak.

and ohh hell. the new sitting arrangement.
like damn shity. guys at the back move to the front.
so what can you expect? annoyance. EEEK.
oh fool, my pretty classmate. =))

goodness gracious.
come weekend hurry up!