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Friday, December 12, 2008

Hmm. Tyco, its his skill.


Rite. I finally got myself rite. I got it. I did the right thing. I live. Make any mistake. Someone dies. Simple game of life. Are u up for it? = .=

Wat can anyone do? It happened. Up to my expectation. But it didnt. Simply because. I'm DEAD disappointed. My phone. Hmmm. From the day it was a goner up till now. I had only gotten smses frm 6 ppl. And a hell tons lots of miss calls. DEAD disappointed. I'm not rooted anymore. No voices' gonna change how i'm gonna think. You have juz lost. Simply cause. I did the right thing. I live.


Wow. Since that post frm baby, I realized. All the 'sorry' anyone else tells me. Are juz cover-ups. Dont take me for a fool. All these, are just a lie. Or so do i think.

I've learnt that no one can be trusted. For only i alone dont cheat my own feelings. And even so. I'm utterly disappointed. Thats all. Basketball is. well, great. As long as i still can move. I can play on. All i want now. Its. YOU. =D BYE =.= ------------------------------------ Baby, ILY.

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