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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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3:33 AM, Flames To Dust.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I bumped into an old flame of mine on Friday. I was on the way home from school with Anna. She was with her new flame. Haha, honey you're SO god damn predictable. Don't worry. I knew it was her all along. You don't want to look at me at first. Why uh? Haha, don't worry. Anna's my friend, not my new flame. Haiyaa, suka hati kau lah eh. And i gotta thank Anna for her so tak perlu reaction. The old girl smiled at me and then Anna started digging me in the ribs. Like for what siak Anna! Haha. Old girl, old girl, you never changed a bit since we last met. Well, your hair improved a bit. I like it better now (: You followed my advice right...? Haha. That new haircut of yours, at least, you look more "manly". Ahaha. Ah well. See you someday soon Al :D Haha, the word tapau always makes me, haha, always makes me smile (:
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