Ooh, I'm angry.

LISTEN HERE PERSON.

GUESS WHAT?

YOU DISGUST ME.

WHY? WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHY.

I HAVE BEEN LIKING YOU FROM THE

START OF SCHOOL. IN FRONT OF

YOU, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DENYING IT.

I HELPED YOU OUT WITH YOUR

RELATIONSHIPS.

WASN'T I JEALOUS?

OF COURSE I WAS.

BUT INSTEAD, I WANTED TO MAKE YOU

HAPPY.

THE PAIN I FELT,

WHEN YOU WERE WITH HER,

WHEN YOU DARED TO MAKE OUT

IN FRONT OF ME, AND I HAD TO BEAR

IT ALL. BUT YOU NEVER KNEW.

I SACRIFICED MY FEELINGS

FOR YOU TO BE FUCKING HAPPY.

BUT YOU DON'T CARE.

DID YOU EVER CARE?

I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT YOU NEVER DID.

I WAITED. I WAITED AND WAITED,

UNTIL CRIED SOMETIMES, AND I

GET MOODY AND DEPRESSED,

AND WHEN YOU'RE NOT THERE,

I'D MISS YOU SO MUCH.

BUT YOU NEVER KNEW.

I WAITED. BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT

EITHER.

THE FEELING WAS SO PAINFUL.

BUT YOU NEVER KNEW.

I WAS ALWAYS THERE,

BUT YOU NEVER CARED.

AND RECENTLY,

I TOOK UP ALL MY BLOODY GUTS,

AND TOLD YOU HOW I REALLY FELT.

AND YOU TOOK IT LIKE THIS,

"AH, ANOTHER GIRL LIKES ME.

GUESS I'M THAT GOOD-LOOKING.."

I THOUGHT YOU'D UNDERSTAND.

I THOUGHT YOU'D AT LEAST CARED.

BUT YOU NEVER DID.

I THOUGHT YOU TREAT ME

OK AFTER I CONFESSED.

BUT YOU NEVER DID.

YOU DISTANCED YOURSELF

AWAY FROM ME. AND DON'T THINK

I DON'T NOTICE THAT.

AND NOW, ALL I CAN DO IS

SHUT UP.

I

SHUT MYSELF AWAY FROM THE WORLD.

BECAUSE I AM SICK AND TIRED OF

TAKING IN REJECTION.

A FRIEND ASKS YOU WHETHER

THERE WOULD EVER BE A POSSIBILITY.

AND YOU CONFIRM IT WITH A NO.

AND YOU COME UP WITH STUPID

REASONS ON WHY THERE WOULDN'T

BE A POSSIBILITY. YOU SAY

THAT I WOULD'NT LIKE 'YOUR' KIND

OF PERSON.

IF I DID'NT, WHY

WOULD I EVEN LIKE YOU IN THEN

IN THE FIRST PLACE?

CAN YOU JUST ACCEPT THE

BLOODY FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT

OKAY WITH ME, BECAUSE THIS PERSON

IS NOT PERFECT OR ALL THAT LIKES YOU.

AND COME UP WITH LAME EXCUSES LIKE,

'SHE DOESNT LIKE GUYS LIKE ME..'

BUT IF I WAS ALL THAT,

ONE LOOK, AND I'M YOURS?

AND YOU SAID TO A FRIEND,

THAT WE CAN ONLY BE FRIENDS

AND NOT MORE THAN THAT.

WELL, GUESS WHAT?

WE'RE NOT EVEN FRIENDS NOW.

I'M VERY HURT.

BUT, HEY, YOU

WOULDN'T HAVE TIME TO

CARE FOR A GIRL LIKE ME EH?

Person,

Could you tell me something.
How do you feel when you penned my name on that paper?

Person,

May I please ask?

Why can't you treat me the same way you treat your masterpieces?

- So Gentle - So Careful - So Preciously Treasured -

Person,

I am sure I do not mean much to you.

I do not think you will grip me tight like the pen you hold.

Just when you give me signs of hope...

Just when I thought you were filling me with love...

You walked away, leaving me behind.

Like an art piece left hanging in an abandoned cottage.

A poem I found...by Amin.

[http://passionz.blogdrive.com]

Hey.

Feeling exceptionally happy today.

Well, except for a few stuff...

Like me sitting beside John.

Which I don't want to.

Hmm..

Work things out.

You don't kacau me,

I shut up.

You don't talk to me,

I don't talk to you.

I mind my own business,

and you mind your own.

Settled.

And a test which I found stupid.

And him.

I guess I take back my words?

No, i won't.

I'm just angry at you.

Stop pretending like you don't care.

And I can't believe Hayyan knows.

But overall...

I'm happy today.

Not much scolding today.

And err..SORRY CASH...

bout just now...the pee-ing thingy..

and my mom with the com thingy...

And thanks for entertaining

Adam just now...

Aljufri-Doc Oct

Cashvin- Adam's swinging partner/ Sidekick

Adam- Spiderboy

Heheh... you guys were cute. :)

Not really ready with a

new tagboard...yet...

Maybe after PMS is over,

I would consider...but I just don't

want to see stupid comments of

what's not THEIRS.

Well, anyways,

err.... I think i'm gonna

say 'Hi' to Abu.

I mean, if you're reading this...

I guess your not all bad...

so err.. Hi.

Sorry, if I ever...well, you know..

treated you like shit...

Well..sorry.

Hope we get along. :)

Oh well...

~I guess I'm in love with [------'-] flaws...~

Seriously now,

WHAT?

So, I guess i'm the fucking VILLAIN now am I?

Everything's going wrong.

My bestfriend's family thinks that i'm

some kind of bad influence.

WELL GUESS WHAT?

I WASN'T THAT BAD UNTIL HE CAME ALONG!!

Don't get this the wrong way, bestfriend.

Right. If you keep it to yourself,

I wouldnt mind at all.

But YOU TELL MY FUCKING TEACHER?

WHAT THE FUCK?

And then you send me a fucking message

that SPOILS my night.

What have you got against me?

What?

WHAT!!?

I hate life and EVERYTHING THAT GOES WITH IT.

I have feelings because i'm human.

Stop this shit.

So he doesn't seem interested.

No, he just ISN'T interested.

Well, i'm not going to go after him and force

him to love me or anything. It's stupid.

I'll just have to lead life with a broken heart.

Did you know that those who spend their time protecting

others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?

Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others

company or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help?

Did you know that those who dress in black, are those

who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?

[I wear black.]

Hmm...

I'm crazy about Hoobastank.

Yep. Hoobastank. Not DOUG ROBB only...

But Hoobastank.

Go listen to Hello Again.

It's cool.

This is one sad story.Well, to me, that is...

It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphonestuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this flu just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. USA, Asia, Africa, Europe, Australasia. It's as though it's just sweeping in from all over the world. And then,all of a sudden the news comes out. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the world, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals. Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in he world is going on and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute. Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease.
Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another-some are even laughing, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure,and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need ... we need you to sign a consent form." The number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-how many pints?" And that is when the o ld doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all." "But-but...You don't understand." "We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!" "But can't you give him a transfusion?" "If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?" In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?" And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've-got to get started. People all over the world are dying. Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? "Why, why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?" Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?" Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love you have for us." You can now spread the gospel... or delete it. If you are not ashamed of God or what he has done for you pass this on, PLEASE spread the word. Someone on your address list might not know God and this could change their life.

The End. Or is it?

So it's confirmed.
I'm off to Portsmouth, England in I don't know when.
Excited. Very. Two weeks, people...
I'm gonna miss you guys although I know,
you guys would'nt even care less.
Heh. I'm gonna miss you ------...
You know who you are.

Wait, why am I talking crap?
I'm gonna come back what...
So I don't need to miss you guys..
Wait, I'm confused...

Nat, Shut up.

Is it just me,

or is he trying to avoid me?

It looks like it, but then again,

it doesn't look like it..

I'm not sure.

My stomach is feeling all twisty twirly...

All because of him.

Haiz.

I like this feeling.

I don't usually have it.

I do now.

I don't want to seem obsessed or anything.

Coz I'm not.

I'm just smitten.

They say I look different.

I smile now.

And I really, really like you.

You know who you are.

I finally have someone to smile about.

Wahahahaha... CASHVIN!! THANKIES FOR THIS

ERR...AUTOGRAPHED PHOTO THINGY...

I AM SOOOO A FAN OF CASTON KUTCHER!

WOOHOO! \m/ \m/

I did something I never thought I would.

Hi Heykal. :)

Don't ask.

Feeling all smiley wiley here....

:) :) :)

Dear Die-rie

It's funny

When people say they're your friends,

but you find them different after a while.

And we were once good friends,

and then we get to know the real each other,

and realize that we don't want to be good friends

with the real each other.

Isnt thay hypocritical?

So are we all hypocrites?

I can't answer that question for myself actually.

Or maybe if we fall in love with our bestfriend.

That's scary isnt it?

You won't express your feelings

because you're afraid to ruin

the friendship that you already treasure.

But what if your bestfriend feels the same way?

And we both never got too express our feelings?

All is scary.

So how exactly are we supposed

to live life happily?

Arent we all afraid of what's

going to happen next,

when we don't even know

what's going to happen next?

Love,

Nat.

I've gotta confession to make.

I...I...I can't!!

No, I can't.

I'm sorry.

NO, I WILL CONFESS!

I...I..I'VE HAD TOO MUCH COFFEE!

WOOHOO!

Don't ask. I've had too much coffee.

Woohoo.

I've updated.

HI AIN!!!! :D

BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH.