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Thursday, March 15, 2007

seeing what's been happenin t people around me these days,
this's one sick and twisted world, and only your true friends 'll make it through.
i've thought it through and i'v already decided for myself who t trust, who t keep by me, who t play along with and whatever. of cus, im not gna name names.
it's really amazing t see politics being played even at our ages. how i wished this world would'v less of people who are two-faced, hypocritical, and on a gentler note, fucked up inside. get outta my face.
authenticity? kiss my ass. xoxo.
it just leads t people gettin so aware of each other's every actions, paranoid, they dont even know who t trust anymore. feelin' me?
funny, how we sit back and satire at others, yet afraid of what goes around comes around.
such a conundrum, isnt it? well for some reasons, i beg t differ, cus some people just deserve t be satired at.
whatever it is, i'll just carry on with my own life with the group of risible people alongside t brighten my day.


can't wait for the BLING! magazine t be published!
js's bbq tmr, cool.
match with some jc on sat, niceeeeeee.
sat, sat..
laters.


you know, i used t have a lil' concept of where i stand. but this concept flew right outta my hands and now, i dont even really know who i am t you, not anymore.


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