Friday, August 15, 2008
seriously right now i'm freaking pissed.
lepas satu hal, lagi satu hal pulak happen. tak ke macam sial?!
argh!
k like in everyone BLOG, there will be this saying...
"if you're not happy, then leave!"
"you're not welcome here, please leave."
this is true! kalau kau tak happy when you read my posts, then jangan baca.
close the page. ignore it.
kalau my posts seriously pissed you off, JANGAN BACA TERUS, or or or, JANGAN MASOK PON AKU NYE BLOG.
what i write here is for those who wants to know what is going on out there, or what i think.
bukan aku nak kacau kau lah sial, but there is a limit to my tolerance. so back off lah...!
argh!!!!
you sensitive piece of JUNK!!!
seriously kalau sesiapa terasa jugak, then i've done my part.
biarlah rahsia.
i just came back from there, when i received a call.
i have my own share of problems lah sial.
results are the same, no matter what, it is still the same.
have to meet Dt.J. again in 6 months to get some updates.
i'm tired thinking about my own problems... cause there is noone to solve it for me.
this thing just wont change or stop.
so dear ibu,
lepas satu hal, lagi satu hal pulak happen. tak ke macam sial?!
argh!
k like in everyone BLOG, there will be this saying...
"if you're not happy, then leave!"
"you're not welcome here, please leave."
this is true! kalau kau tak happy when you read my posts, then jangan baca.
close the page. ignore it.
kalau my posts seriously pissed you off, JANGAN BACA TERUS, or or or, JANGAN MASOK PON AKU NYE BLOG.
what i write here is for those who wants to know what is going on out there, or what i think.
bukan aku nak kacau kau lah sial, but there is a limit to my tolerance. so back off lah...!
argh!!!!
you sensitive piece of JUNK!!!
seriously kalau sesiapa terasa jugak, then i've done my part.
biarlah rahsia.
i just came back from there, when i received a call.
i have my own share of problems lah sial.
results are the same, no matter what, it is still the same.
have to meet Dt.J. again in 6 months to get some updates.
i'm tired thinking about my own problems... cause there is noone to solve it for me.
this thing just wont change or stop.
so dear ibu,
please stop hoping.
no more wasting money can?
it just won't change.
there is no such thing as miracle.
yours sincerely,
your daughter.
PS/siapa makan chilli, die lah yang terasa pedas nye. i've no comment...
Labels: get out. leave.
what we could have been, 3:31 PM.
