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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
@ 8:46 PM
I'm so fucking irritated.
Why?
Because it's just irritating.

I wondered where did all the people who are
worth while to be friends with.
Why am I stuck here with these peoples?
Annoying, loud, demanding people.

Whatever they want,
they just open mouth and they get what they want.

Cakap punya la pandai
but when the time comes,
I don't know where that smart ass went.
When they are in trouble, they know how to find me.

My photo session is hanging loose
and they blardy clever using my camera till the memory card full.
I was fucking pissed off
but did I say anything?

I don't think so.
I'm so effin fucking irritated!

I'm just waiting for the day that I'm out of here.
I'm not thankful for the people I meet here.


Get me out of this hell!


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