Please read this.
http://my-favouritedrug.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-you-just-have-to-pluck-up.html
Super cool.
My good friend, Shazana somehow out of nowhere wrote this.
She's super smart.
She's a good friend.
She's my friend.
I know its no wonder.
And all the best of luck for her exams.
God Bless (:
And what the fuck is wrong with me.
trust me, it's super not fun being me.
I always feel my life is super sad.
I really cannot think right now.
Sorry to all if I had somehow hurt you.
Trust me, I wont be sorry tomorrow.
I somehow just have this weird sensory crap thingy I wrote on friendster.
It's super lame.
But who gives a fucking shit.
And there is something just so fucking bothering.
It is her.
That creature we call child-bearing, delicate and unmanly.
What am I to do?
I am feeble.
I am a dunce.
I am a dolt.
Oh so fucked.
It's 3.58am now.
I just assisted Ian with his debate.
I sure love debating.
And I hate alcohol.
It makes one feeble, weak.
Yet, It makes one filled.
It's paradoxical.
A statement that seems absurd.
She fucking really left me here high and dry.
And who the fuck am I to her?
Friend, Foe?
And why the fuck do I feel this way?
I've got so many fucking things to think about.
Yet.
Yet.
ARGH!!
FUCK.
GOOD NIGHT/MORNING.
