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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Age doesn't matter I just got back from Sunday School. To be honest, I'm glad that I'm in the class I'm supposed to be in. For a sec there, I thought it's going to be the old same Sunday Class. But, Uncle Charles, the one teaching us for this year is amazing. Words can't describe how inspiring he is. So, I would like to say few things here as I play the pictures through my head. Anyway, I was on my way home. I saw this 2 old couples. I don't know what words can I say to tell you that, it was the most amazing thing that I've seen for the past of my 29 days of 2012.   If I fail my PMR, I would feel a shitload pouring down onto my face. Well not literally, that would be disgusting. Hahaha. Life has been treating me, okay lately. From me, there are few kinds of okay. Like okay okay or oh okay or okayy. You know how it feels like not to know how to spell one word and then you stare at it then you question its existence? That's me now. Subject changed again. I want to know. Am I good enough? Like I said, life has been treating me okay. How is okay actually? I have no idea. That's why. But for sure, things have changed. I'm not happy. I tremble to think that we could never return to conditions like it used to. I want to have a proper contact with any anonymous and not be a total fag. What is more bodoh than this. You know, I have this cod name that I keep to myself(at least I could keep this one to my own), I think my parents figured it out. Hahaha. It's really funny when I come to think of it. I can't handle this inside joke anymore. I want to burst my head off, laughing. No pressure, nobody knows it besides me. But I use it always, at home. No one realized until yesterday, my mom started to tegur me about it. All I could do is get into my room laughing my ass off. Anyway. For the past couple of days, I'm more devoted to stuffs that I've not been touching. Like sorting out my wardrobe & my book shelf. I had no idea that my book shelf would be so full with things that I rarely use or barely know I had them. Even my wardrobe. I thought of donating them then stack a lot more new clothes into my wardrobe, yes? Donating, hmm? What am I thinking. What is wrong with my internet connection? It is running at it's slowest pace since ever. I've been waiting for this song to buffer like forever already. I might as well stare at my laptop for decades until it finish buffering. Hmm. The outsiders are intruding bye
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
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