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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
Get out of my way, BITCH.
Sunday, June 20, 2010 // 9:53 PM

Yeah, I'm really pissed. Well, nope. It's not a bit good for my health. I've never been so disgusted in my life before. 'Oh, I like your dress. WHOO... Polka dots leh.' Get out of my face, bimbo. Well, I didn't know you like my dress until now after I've owned it for some 3 years, or at least about 2.5 years. If you wanna bootlick people, you might wanna pay a little tiny bit more attention to that person. This is an epic fail. DUMBASS. Oh come on, I thought you bitches have fun badmouthing me, behind my back (literally). You people say it just behind me. So loudly like as if I'm deaf or something, then act like you love me. For what? I don't even get why you're 'praising' me so much. WOW. I'm damned impressed. If you hate me, then just hate me, I don't dive a damn because you're not even important. You're not even a part of my life. It doesn't matter what you do or what you think of me. Oh yeah, and the other one. Don't say hi to me if you wanna laugh at me in right in front after you say hi. If you don't know, I don't need your hi. You're not like Tom Fletcher or Dougie Poynter. Oh come one, you're just one disgusting person. I'M UTTERLY DISGUSTED. Bond with these people? I might as well die. I'd be disgracing myself to be seen in the same place you these people, even for a few short hours a week. EEW.