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    Friday Night Lights
    Friday, September 18, 2009, 1:08 AM
    They inspired me to play football. They are just amazing.
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    It's 1.07am in the MORNING. I still not asleep yet. Currently listening to the RADIO to kill my boredom. I need my coffee so I can stay awake and hopefully it will helps to open my eyes wide. Thanks god Girlfriend is entertaining all my craps right now. She can't sleep, I can't sleep. There's Bluetooth connection between us. Ok, crap.

    As you can see, I'm not sleeping now and that means I won't be coming to school tomorrow. All planned out. My mum has generously gave me an extra "free break day" for my preparation for Hari Raya this Sunday. Don't talk about Saturday, my schedule is full where I need to clean the kitchen floor, the door, helping my mum with her cooking and helping my father out with the "Ketupat". So yeah, it's tough to be a guy and their only unmarried son. Laugh Out Loud. My sister and my brother are lucky, both married. Very pissed off with them.

    I promised myself that I will not hate anyone during the month of Ramadan but this person really sucked up my blood. And I don't mind people talks about me on their blog but please, no nonsense "talking behind my back" thing. I don't know what's your problem and I don't like it. I may seem a mister nice guy but you have not seen the deep inside of me. I will be a different person when I'm pissed off. I can blog dirty things about you, so don't let me fucking to that, fucker. This might seem like cyber-bullying thing, heck care please. I'm not happy with you and I will never ever be pleased with you and your sickening face. I don't know how pathetic your soul is. Am I the HOT topic now? I guess I am. Get a guy and blowjob him if you have nothing to do besides talking behind my back, bitch. Thanks. I really don't need your effort, it doesn't work on me, miss. What did I know is, my effort works on you. Besides being a minah rep, I think you should change to an Ah Meng instead. I'm just being real. Stating the fact of who you are.

    Inappropriate language, take note. Referring to my Nemesis. Whoever he/she is. I really don't care who is my hater is.

    " But how will I find who my Soulmate is?"
    'By taking risks,' she said to Brida.
    "By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for Love.
    As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.'

    Brida - Paulo Coelho