On account of my transgression, will you welcome this confession?

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cause you're hot then you're cold; you're yes then you're no

Thursday, May 14, 2009

My mood didn't improve much even after i got home.
Finished my percussioning audition. I think i did my best.

Mum purposely come and find fault with me on my lenses. LIKE WTF? After a week then she scold. Then she went on to my hair. Omg. The anger filled my hunger already. Serious. Like really, can't even i wear contacts? About the lip piercing i already gave it up for her, what the hell is my freedom. Damn. Fuck. Science was fucktard. Today suck big balls. Fuck la.

8:50pm ~

8:46 PM

The Guy

David.Tenadi.Chng

Republic Polytechnic, Business Applications

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