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Saturday, June 14, 2008

Rain admist the sunshine,
Indeed it is..
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shut up alrdy =x

hopefully someone please strike me with the intelligence of Einstein or whoever that is capable to make my life a successful one =x
now that i think about it, hmmm Cheryl's brain would be just fine.

Cheryl is a spoilt brat,
and she throws tantrums as and when she likes
lalalalalala
okay im bored. dad wouldn't let me watch the tv cos he wants to watch his stupid horse race. EEW. what about my ZACK and CODY?!? sweet sweet cute identical twins. see the drools.. =x
yes. im a cartoon freak and im turning 18.
im the cooliiiiesssst person you can ever meet! HAHA

and dad make me light some incense, whatever. whats the point when i dont believe in those Gods in the first place. i dont give a damn about who u pray to, or who u want me to pray to. especially when i dont even believe in them. who cares about what u think when u dont even give a shit about how i feel. i hate it when he is back. of the one week, maybe a a day or two of fun and the rest is just crappy. how i hate it. i respect you not because you are my dad. but because you provide me with money. yea, thats the truth. things have change, now i known you, grown up and understand what you've done. do u still expect me to treat you like the daddy i once loved? im sorry, but i cant. not at this moment. prove me wrong. make me eat my words. but i know my heart wouldnt change. this love for you, is never the same.

oops. craps and rubbish wasnt filtered in this post. hohoho
-ryl