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people are calling me and asking,
"how're you feeling?
getting results tomorrow eh?
excited, worry, scare?"
yeh, i am. damn hell worry,
as if. o.-
since when is eli concern bout' her academic work? haha.
whatever, not the topic for this post.


i'm feeling so depressed/listless/despondent/gloomy/glum.
you name it. i don't feel good for the whole of today.
why? cause baby ain't replying my messgaes.
why? cause he is having outfield and damn it,
no reception at the very damn place he is at right now. wtf.
the worst thing is,
he could barely sleep cause of whatever enemy attack with whatever objective.
lame shit, wth.
and the only time he can have his eyes shut is when the tank is moving,
which takes less than half and hour,
and the tank is crowded with people.
the poor boy gotta squat in the tank and sleep.
despite all these, he was being very optimistic bout it' though.
cause he likes play warfare. LMAO.
urgh, just couldn't get a piece of mind when he is having outfield.
he will complain to me bout' the charity he had done,
blood donation to those horny mosquitoes.
what an ass man.
argh, his outfield is going to kill me by the time he books out.


the world is so bloody hell unfair,
those assholes get good repayment,
and mr nice-s get shits.
what a fair fair world uh,
driving me crazy!!