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Friday, March 28, 2008
allowed entry at 5:40 pm

Ashley Isham was standing next to me backstage, yo! ^_^


My jaw is still lose =(
I think I need surgery, god dammit.
I don't wanna die. haaaah.


I found out that I was a good kid when I was little.
Never crying, screaming or crying while screaming when I wanted things or when I was angry.
None of my siblings were like that either.
But growing up, the 3 of us are all screwed up in the minds.
You'd be surprised at the shit that we did and I regret every single thing I've done that made my mum cry or get hurt. Brr.

I think I have my dad's genes, being laid-back, perfectionist, patient, quiet but angry and then walking off just so that we can cool off somewhere else.
"Fuck you. Fuck off. Take your shit and get out of here. I don't wanna see your stupid goddamn face around me.", while talking to his colleagues and staff. haha
How fun is that, getting to fuck people upside down and not getting into any trouble. Damn.
I still wonder what characteristics I got from my mum.
I think I nag and point out mistakes too much. Yeah, that's from her. Gah.


My source of laughter, anxiety, bliss, bullshit and everything, all in one.
I'm never angry, mad, furious or fed up.
Cause it'll be a loss to be.
Every moment is awesome.


Meet Emo Elmo.
His heart was once torn apart, but now it's sewn shut with a black thread lol
And I don't know where my eyes went uh.
They always run away when I try to smile.
Bloody hell.


"Kau nak kahwin dengan sape?"
haahahahhaha