At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Last blogged @ 4:17 PM

I have this random thought of blogging privately again.
So that I can gossip all I want, about everyone, and everything.

Sister is having a dilemma in what course and which school to go to.
I'm stressing bout nothing as usual.
But certain thoughts keep running through my head.
I can't be blamed, cos I myself did not expect the ending to be like this.
I wasn't even prepared, I was completely ignorant.
So fuck it, shoot me with all your arrows and bullets, I don't really give a shit.
I'm getting sick of blogging.
Blogging after reading blogs makes me wanna blog less.
So I'll just do whateverrrrrr I want.
Fine, this post is fuckin random.
Dont care me kay?

RANDOM POST, RANDOM REMARKS, RANDOM TALK, NO OFFENCE.


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