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Don't leave me....
i'm your soul.


I'm a girl who dont care about othersbut not wanting to be seen by her trueself . Hates to be left alone or people leaving .Without that i would feel lonely and hate myself.

strike out.

Wants to be happy
Wallet
Phone
Laptop
True friends
Love from people

hearts talking.


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alternative exits.

Familys .<3
Bigfam ♫
Eileen .
Huiyu .
Litat .
Shengyong .
Shizhe .
Jiancheng .
Friends .
Gerald .
Ashley .
Meiling .
Junyan .
Arshad .
Elene .
Charmaine .
Lisa .
Ruby.
Jenson .
Kuanhong .
Siti .
Band .
Hsws .
Catholik .
Alumni>
French horns .
Trumpet .
Sec1s .
Amelia .
Esther .
Grace .
Joey .
Miranda .
Sarah .
Tricia .

my days, not yours.

December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
September 2011
October 2011
November 2011
July 2013

thank you.

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Its been awhile since i had cried this much...
But hours of crying didnt make me feel better.
Fell asleep. The next morning.. Felt nothing from nothing.
Seeing all those twits again. And still nothing.
What am i feeling now? Sad? Miserable? Dont care? Tired?
The only words i can say is. Dont know.
All those people backing that person make me think.
Am i wrong saying her? Is that called hard work?
With that person just put down the instrument when that person feel like it when that person have no mood?
And slack around everytime? With us helping that person's parts for tens of times and still gets it wrong in the end?
Did that person really put in any effort? Or is the person backing that person up is just fucking stupid or are they just like that person?
Oh i see that person's effort is only a few days before the competition la.
I see SO THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE CALLED HARD WORK!
SO THE FREAKING HARDWORK IS NOT THE DAY U GOT THE SCORE AND START WORKING ON IT BUT WORKING ON IT JUST A FEW DAYS BEFORE THE FUCKING COMPETITION.
IS THAT IT!?? ALL THE FUCKING HUMANS THINK LIKE THAT RIGHT!
AND FUCKINGLY HEAR ONLY ONE SIDE OF THE STORY?
So what's a person calling a person bitch?
A bitcher? Hmmm... from what i see the person saying that is worst than a bitch?
Let's see even if that person is angry with that person but what authority to say that of another person?
If thaat person did well , why would that so called 'bitch' scold or start "bitching' about her?
Angry? what's angry? Posting online and everywhere letting everyone know that you are scolding someone bitch? Ha. just get over it. Continue scolding. I wont let it affect me. Just take it as one of the training im having for the future.
Letting people like or hate. Im just wondering. Is there a difference?
Only friends u can crap all you wan and waste your time.
And without friends u have all the time in the world to think and do what u wan and what u need to do right?
All right. Continue calling me bitch. But i hope. One day when no one backs you up.
How ugly or how disgustingly would u fall. I wont bless you now. But May god curse you.


♥ 11:23 PM