tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33424800973149134012024-03-13T09:19:42.192-07:00lil' imperfect angel :)♚ Queen of Pain ♚Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-89460146370900044022016-01-15T21:03:00.000-08:002016-01-17T04:39:25.154-08:00My precious bestfriends ('; ♥ UPDATED.<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She was born on 18th August 1998 and her parents named her Rozabelle Pediman.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We were schoolmate for 14 years. We didn't really talk to each other until we were primary 6. Let's just say I was a really talkative person and really mean to other people. I didn't talk to her because she was not that, hm I don't know, she was not that friendly to other people unless people came and talk to her. She was a weirdo, like really. She wore a really long socks like she was in a ballet class with two ponytails. The funniest thing that I still remember was when my friends and I saw her blue underwear while she was wearing sport wear and she cried. Hah! I didn't know she was exist till then. My bad. Anyway, we were in the same class like almost every year. Oh, except when we were in Form 2. My result was bad when I was in Form 1 so I had to move to a lower class. Even though we were in different class, we still keep in touch and shared everything. And, when we were in Form 3, she had to move to a lower class too which was the class that I was in. AND SO ON. She's kinda annoying and sometimes it's pissing me off but that's what best friend for right? So, it is already 2016, and day by day she is getting old but it doesn't matter if she's getting old because she always forget like almost everything. Such a noob. I'm really thankful that she is my best friend, my partner-in-crime and etc. You know, I don't really want to talk much about her because it is wasting my time but whatever, once in a blue moon. Boom. No one wants to start a fight with her and I don't know why, maybe it is because of her fuck face. Too pretty to handle. Well, there were so many memories that we shared, so that is one of the prove. </span></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">The name is Nur Shila Abd Rahman. She was born on 12th October 1998. The first time I met her was when she moved to our school like 4 years ago. We were not that close until she moved to our class while we were in Form 4. Day by day, we getting close to each other and we shared a lot of things. And one day, her sister came to our class and told her that they have to go home asap. When I looked at her, she had this 'surprised' look on her face but I had a bad feeling. So when I was home, I saw her post on facebook and it says '29/9/2014' with sad faces. And from there, I knew something bad happened so I asked her and she said that her dad passed away because of car accident that morning that was why she had to go home. I was speechless, I didn't even know what to say to her. So, I said condolences and I told her to stay strong. The next day, she didn't come to school. And everyone was like ' poor Shila , that is so sad ' etc . Maybe after a week, she came to school. She was really different. She didn't really talk much. We knew that it was hard for her to let it go but we tried really hard to make her smile. She did smile for awhile but it was a fake smile. And of course, I know it would be really hard to smile and laugh. I don't even know what am I gonna do if one of my family member pass away. It is like half of us died. But then, after for so long. She was good. She smiled and laughed a lot. Even though she was sad, she didn't really show it to us. She still trying to be tough in front of us and it was okay. Anyway, she is a very kind person. Her exam results were always flying colours. A friendly person and yes, she is pretty too. Although sometimes she annoys me but I always do miss her. We shared a lot of memories too even though it was only for 2 years. We don't really know where she is right now. MIA. Didn't even reply our chat but, yes we miss her all the time.</span></h3>
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Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-37090499766645015132016-01-15T05:11:00.000-08:002016-01-15T05:11:48.242-08:002016.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">I just finished high school! So, I wanted to create a new blog like 2 days ago but, BUT I found my old blog which is I created it when I was still in primary 6. It has been awhile, isn't? The last post that I posted was on 9th October 2011 about my so-called best friend. Hah, I'm not gonna talk about her because she's a pig. I'm a mean person, but who cares. Anyway, it's already TWO O' ONE SIX. I don't even remember why I stopped blogging but the good news is I'm gonna start post everything starting today. I'm kinda excited and feels embarrassing at the same time. I read all the posts that I posted like 5 years ago and it is so E M B A R R A S S I N G. Oh well, what can I do? Bahahaha.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I had a boyfriend when I was in Form 1. I met him through an online game named ' Mo Siang '. After for so long playing that game, my brother asked me to join him to play a new mmo game named ' Dragon Nest ' . So, he also joined and that was where sad things happened . He met a girl, and day by day they became really closed. They skype like almost everyday but he never tell me. And every night while we were on the phone, he forced me to go to bed, again and again and said that he was really sleepy. I was like 'Okay, its fine. I'm gonna off to bed too' Bla bla bla. And the next day, I was talking to my brother and he told me that my boyfriend were playing games with him until morning. He also told me that there was a girl with him. Curiosity kills me so I went to check his facebook and I saw their chat. Hah, I know. I shouldn't do that but what to do what to do. So, I tweeted something on twitter and my boyfriend saw it so he got mad and changed his facebook password. SO WHAT. I was mad so I didn't play Dragon Nest for like 5,6 months. I found a new online game which is I'm still playing it right now. I liked the game so I was playing it by myself because my boyfriend didn't want to play it with me and said that he was busy with his guild and stuff on DN. After that, I created a new character on DN and leveled it until max level just to check on him. Yup, I was a stupid one. :P</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">And every time I went to check him, he was always with that girl. It hurts really bad. Hehe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I really wanted an attention from him so I told him that I created a new character and yadayada.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">We had a big argue for a month. He told me to give him a second chances. I gave him. It happened a lot of times and I still gave him chances. IT HURTS AND I CRIED LIKE ALMOST EVERYDAY. Yep, stew-pids. So, I don't really remember when was it but I was like ' fuck it ' and bla bla bla . He told the girl that I was her girlfriend. She got mad and went comment on my facebook post and said ' I'm sorry, but *** is my boyfriend. :) ' WITH A SMILEY FACE... I got mad at my boyfriend. And, he screenshot some of their chat and that girl said she knew my twitter, she knew my facebook and my instagram. She also said that shes gonna tell me that she showed her ( . Y . ) to my boyfriend . ANDDDDDDD WHATEVER I STOPPED TALKING TO MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE I KNEW THAT EVERYTHING THAT CAME OUT FROM HIS MOUTH WERE LIES. AND, the last thing that he said to me was ' Thank you for everything ' . AND past is just a past. Heh.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">My PMR result was okay. Didn't get really much A's but I was in Account class, with my best friends duh. It was fun fun. Waiting for my SPM result on March. Scary.</span></div>
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We said it was forever - said we'd never part,<br />
I knew it was a line, but I still gave you my heart.</div>
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Said you would stay, promised you could,<br />
You chose to walk away, I knew you would.<br />
You’re not there anymore, my dearest friends,<br />
I hate to say this, but it is our end.<br />
By day you’re one person, by night another,<br />
Neither of them have anything to do with each other.<br />
I sit here and cry for you - not for me,<br />
What you've become, I wish you could see.<br />
In your life you make friends that you're sure are true,<br />
Nothing else matters, except what's between them and you.<br />
You don't know if anyone has ever before felt this way,<br />
For them you took breaths, you wanted to be alive everyday.<br />
It hurts to loose a friend, it gives you the saddest frown,<br />
And when a second one bails, it's like getting kicked while <br />
you're down.<br />
And it hurts to be accused of something you didn't do,<br />
You guys should know better than anyone, that I would never even think to.<br />
You planted a knife in my back,<br />
You were my life, but now, my memories of you are completely black.<br />
I am afraid to love another, but I know I shouldn't be,<br />
Because the people in my life, are perfect for me.<br />
There is this game I play,<br />
Where I close my eyes and fade away.<br />
I can't believe it's true,<br />
but in this place, I can't even remember that I loved you.<br />
You can't fix something that's already done.</div>
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Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-55618802189725089332011-09-29T05:48:00.000-07:002011-09-29T05:48:36.383-07:00Monochrome.<div style="text-align: left;">The fluttering snow are pieces of stars, stretch your hands to the heavens,</div><div style="text-align: left;">you can feel all the wishes being made right?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything is all now in Monochrome.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The white breath I gently breathed out were the words I wanted to convey.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The warmer it was, I'm sure the more the sky brightened.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My wings soaked in sadness take me to a pure white purity,</div><div style="text-align: left;">a tender courage for the future given to me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My heart beats waits for the dawn of a new world,</div><div style="text-align: left;">taking the light with me on a journey, a new tomorrow begins for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A strong will starts to wane and reflecting myself,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can advance without losing my way,</div><div style="text-align: left;">in my smiling eyes I have a radiant compass.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I melt my frozen memories and along with the love I've taken a hold of,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel what's beyond the sky without ever looking back,</div><div style="text-align: left;">We each follow our own orbit, even if we don't meet again,</div><div style="text-align: left;">we're connected by the galaxy.. the light has shown us.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The fluttering stars are like sand and are gently stroking my heart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My dream's afterimage quietly sleeps,</div><div style="text-align: left;">everything is still all in Monochrome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;">-OH KARMA , KARMA , KARMA . I PRAY THEY'LL HUG U AND NEVER LET GO-</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">P/s : dear backstabber , post like this its been always for u . don't deny everything that i post . b'cs i always talk about the reality . im not a story maker , and IM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN LIKE YOU . so deal with it .</span>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-6428293260098487812011-09-24T03:04:00.000-07:002011-09-24T03:04:14.596-07:00Like i said before. A backstabber, will always be a backstabber.yo jerk . seems like once again , im right about you fucking backstabber . and once again , u polluted ur own name . u're funny , u never get bored and tired for being a backstabber and hurting evrybody arounds you . hell im not trying to spread the harsh way . but u the one who make me , so what can i do ? someday somehow , u'll know whats the consequent for being a fucking backstabber . Oh , did i forget something ? yo , im not gonna hide anything no more . darn , u're not just a backstabber . u're a fucking story maker too huh ? is that the only thing u do all this time ? how could u be so heartless to those innocents ? oh , i knew what they felt . i knew whats their thoughts . i knew evrything whats on their mind right now . i've been gone through all these situations man . u never know how we felt . u never know what we think . and u never know anything for being the innocent and still , there's the heartless came and hurt us without any hesitation . And that is u the one who being cruel . damn , im tired of your dramas to the innocents . stop hurting man . stop dreaming , u're not getting a name of popularity from spreading others secrets . now its our turn paying back by our hateness , avoidings and what u should get . ur sorry wont be enough to cure . ur petition wont be accept . and ur sweet talks wont we hear . u backstabs , u swivel convolusions stories , u hurting , oh i swear u'll pay it back someday . even u gave us hundreds of apologizes , we will pay u back with millions of ignorance . even some of us forgave u , we wont trust u anymore . we wont hear to ur sweet talks no more . we avoiding u and ignoring u instead . bastard , we wont fall under ur lies anymore . we wont be one of ur victims no more , i swear . my oh my , u're such a drama queen . backstabber , please dont give me that face and impressions when u read this . ohyeah , ur alias is a backstabber now . dont feel ashame of urself ? i know u're stalking my blog , but whatever u judge whatever u wanna say i'll ignored and keep typing about u . what ? now u're speechless for seeing these ? im not satisfy with u , so do others . u the one who forced me for doing these . and dont forget , u the one who polluted ur own name , so dont be such a slam bang for denying all these fucking bullshits . only u the one whom controlling ur life . so u have a choice , but u chose the wrong path man . <span class="messageBody">Oh and look what i found in 'i need a doctor' lyrics . Dr.Dre rapping part - FUCKING BACKSTABBERS ! </span><span class="messageBody">- Dude , even Dr.Dre said that. </span><span class="messageBody"> <span style="color: red;"> *And this what I called hateness*</span></span><br />
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<span class="messageBody" style="color: magenta;"><strong>- DRAMA QUEEN , THIS IS OBVIOUSLY FOR YOU -</strong></span>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-18899589122749982092011-09-24T01:53:00.000-07:002011-09-24T01:53:14.724-07:00:D<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">WE ARE 1 MALAYSIA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGEOdzf5C-Q/Tn2TplBjqWI/AAAAAAAAACU/1qoa6tJsCNo/s1600/aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="127" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGEOdzf5C-Q/Tn2TplBjqWI/AAAAAAAAACU/1qoa6tJsCNo/s200/aa.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Me & Akir </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsz8L15wkdU/Tn2TuaUN3GI/AAAAAAAAACg/KrmfJzwHtCU/s1600/ScreenSnapShot_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsz8L15wkdU/Tn2TuaUN3GI/AAAAAAAAACg/KrmfJzwHtCU/s200/ScreenSnapShot_0307.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike></strike>:')</div>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-28184459585749034052011-09-19T03:43:00.000-07:002011-09-19T03:43:04.408-07:00Now im a main character , let me be selfish .many times until now .<br />
maybe it was a constant self-control .<br />
maybe i was crying inside .<br />
i can't give away the dream i chose myself .<br />
even though i was always a side character ,<br />
even though i'm a shadow ,<br />
let me be in the centre when i dream . let me be honest baru la .<br />
frequently , somehow i didn't…Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-63882874795969769142011-09-19T03:42:00.001-07:002011-09-19T03:42:18.284-07:00New Heart<em>A new heart has form . I love a white boy , but i will just make u as my fren , Good Friend . White boy , don’t walk in front of me , i may not follow . Dun walk behind me , i may not lead . Walk beside me , and just be my fren . < pfft , phrase.</em>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-31781393844636034652011-09-19T03:41:00.000-07:002011-09-19T03:41:04.045-07:00Wondering<em>this bah i wonder . i wanna try to gather up this swelling wind .</em><br />
<em>go past the peak of the waves racing toward him .</em><br />
<em>Im prepared and even if , the road ahead is far gila ,</em><br />
<em>i’ll continue toward my painted future .</em><br />
<em>as time rushed through me ,</em><br />
<em>the beating of my heart tiba2 sped up .</em><br />
<em>even if i awaken in the middle of my dream ,</em><br />
<em>im searching for the same light as u do under this glittering starry sky .</em><br />
<em>with the countless constellations and shadows .</em><br />
<em>huhu b4 all this i wonder ,</em><br />
<em>i wonder wat were u staring at ,</em><br />
<em>i wonder wat u were staring at .</em>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-73243383717252215872011-09-19T03:38:00.001-07:002011-09-19T03:38:54.942-07:00Try to understand it...One leaf clover - Unlucky<br />
Two leaf clover - Unlucky <br />
Three leaf clover - Unlucky<br />
Four leaf clover - not a chance to get it .<br />
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Four leaf clover - never exist on perfect form .<br />
Leaf clover - me - unlucky<br />
Leaf clover - unlucky - me <br />
Unlucky - u <br />
Too unlucky - u do .<br />
The girl is just like u , unlucky .<br />
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<span>Once upon a time ,<br />
there was a unlucky boy ,<br />
He wanted the best at his worst ,<br />
so he left the girl .<br />
He fall into a clover field ,<br />
and found a one leaf clover .<br />
He wanted a two leaf clover ,<br />
but he promised the girl , but it was too late .<br />
He wanted a three leaf clover ,<br />
the girl is still waiting for him , but he was unlucky .<br />
He wanted a four leaf clover ,<br />
but he was too unlucky . </span>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-29547931263488952062011-09-19T03:36:00.001-07:002011-09-19T03:36:44.804-07:00a dreamboy :)i want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me. who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. a boy who will sing to me at random moments. who lets me sleep on his chest. i want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me. bring me soup or orange juice when i’m sick. i want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times. i want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. a boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times i tell him its okay, he’d still do it. a boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything i say. a boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when i acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times. who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game. who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. a boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gums. who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. a boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume. i want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pyjamas with me. a boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me. a boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. who will kiss me in the pouring rain. i want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other. i want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends. someone who would never be afraid to say i love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. i want a boy who will take me to target to just make fun of some of the stuff there. someone who will kiss me at midnight on new years and who will make funny faces at me when i’m on the phone. i want a boy who will count the stars with me and be friends with my family. i want a boy who will stay home with me on a friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket. someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after i’ve got him soaked. i want a boy who looks me in the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh. a boy who could make me laugh like no one else can. i want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when i’m sick, and would play with my hair. but mostly i want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-32274935824309444752011-09-19T03:31:00.001-07:002011-09-19T03:31:47.725-07:00I'm just a teenager with too much dreams.<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, being a teenager is vastly overrated. We all make mistakes, we are stubborn and we couldn’t give two shits what our parents think, we hate school, we cause shit, we fight, we love, we cry, we give up on believing in a higher power. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">We all fucked up and that’s the truth, we all come from dysfunctional families, because no family is perfect; we said things that we don’t mean, we yell, we scream, we get broken-heart.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Grades don’t mean a thing anymore, we live on quotes and music that describes our lives and most importantly we are tired. We are tired of waking up each morning and having to go to school where we see the people we hate or people we love, we get tired of waiting for the next massage that’s not going to come and we get tired of pretending we’re find.</span></div>Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-36680073719221666652011-09-17T21:18:00.000-07:002011-09-17T21:18:00.913-07:00Wish is just a Wish..Sometimes i wish i could just be a little kid again. So when life gets tough you can just play pretend. I wanna go back to when Santa did exist. When your dad was only the boy you ever kissed. When Disney World was the best place to be. When the only movies you could see were rated G. When your biggest problem was learning to write your name and people didn't change.. and your friends were the same. And every time you were sad or had a bad day. You could just run to mommy and it would all be okay. I wanna go back to no hurt.. and no pain.. just laughter . When everyone always lived happily ever after.Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-57715727888015015892011-09-14T06:08:00.000-07:002011-09-14T06:08:20.539-07:00I'll revenge, just waituii Gorilla, apa yang kau jealous sma saya smpi kau mau kasi buruk2 sy ni ?<br />
pathetic oh kau, ish3. penyakit kau kali tu kan ? cian tul2 kau ni. eee.<br />
please lah, nda juga saya mau gaduh sma kau tu, bidaaa ~<br />
sdhlah ada dua muka, peii ! tu mulut lagi lah, mau cuci guna klorok pun nda pndi bersih2 tu .<br />
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I'll revenge, just wait.Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342480097314913401.post-90075724840044920242011-08-19T21:49:00.000-07:002012-08-25T23:21:42.584-07:00Taking my precious best friend from me is so wrong , damn u<div class="post-header">
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Asshole -.- I mean, u AGAIN? this is so wrong. so fuckin' wrong. nobody can take my best friends especially a person have an attitude like, u? dint u get enough of what u've done? Well, i dont know what kind of person are u. but how many times did u changed ur best friends? u make us to be ur best friends, but u backstabed us. then u make my best friend to be ur bes tfriend, than u backstabed her again. and now u're aiming her? my precious best friend? u're so pity u know? I hope u know what im talking about. I knew, u still have ur backstabbing attitude right? im not shock. so chill out. so her's the fucking damn thing, im so not gonna let this happen. MARK MY WORD IN UR HEAD. AND MARK MY EFFIN WORD IN UR LIFE, U ASSHOLE. Ting Tonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15754501948709132505noreply@blogger.com0