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Name: Idzwan Studying: No..no study.. taking 2 yr break soon Music: The new n latest boyband "Untitled" with their album " Confident to the Zabz" Sing the Blues baby.. Enjoy..  |
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005 |
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Gosh finally went online and wat do i c.. somebody disses me off. Well now i've officially join my pals who have been dissed off by many including the school staff. Readin his anti-elmo comments - found on Azmi's blog-the beast(??) i've decided to classify him under : guy-who-stead-my-ex gf-and-i-no-grievances-bout-them-but-i-dunno-why-he's-damn-piss-at-me-but-refuses-to-say-it-right-in-my-faces-and-resorts-to-sms-and-blog-bullying????????????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????? I bet it takes Plato and Aristrotle to understand this. But nevertheless i've decided to catalog him n found a bizarre statistic..He was the ONLY fella in the category..man.... Well i've done up a poem bout this.. ive finally found someone who makes me off my feet ive finally found the one who makes me feel complete. it started over caffe we started out as friends it's funny how from sympathy the best thing we give. this time its different it's all because of you it's better than it's ever been cause we can talk it thru my favourite line was can i call u sometime it's all you have to say to take my breath away this is it.. oh..ive finally found someone someone to share my life ive finally found the one to be with every night cos whatever i do its just got to be you my life has just begun ive finally found someone didnt keep you waiting i didnt mind i apologise i will wait forever just to know you were mine. i love your hair i love what you wear you're exceptional cant wait for the rest of my life and whatever i doits just got to be you my life has just begun ive finally found someone............  gosh....he sure melts my heart!! |
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005 |
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I found this scandinavian teenage-angst pop band. Heres some of the lyrics... Yellow Label Depression Life's like a baby watching her mom kill hereself She saw it happened but dunno what it meant Till maybe shes older when she finally understands Oh yea she truly understands. Life's like the dried leaves falling from above Already dead but being stepped upon Or being blown away to all places But to none where it belongs Chorus: I try to fit in but i want to fit out too Sometimes i just feel i wanna live in Timbaktu I walk on the road but there's no car crashing on me Oooh there no car crashing on me Life's like going somewhere to find calm Only to be faced with noises from urban hype The wind is blowing creating the perfect ambience But the loud fighter jets insist on flying above Could you say that im feeling confused But is'nt that cliched everyone's feeling that too Then i get stares as though im different So maybe it is'nt cliched after all |
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Monday, February 21, 2005 |
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South-American decendent log on to the net browses through net pages and came across this blog while surfin good hispanic porn and contacted the owner, a failed mafioso raised by Don Gino in Sicily,Italy. Hence here i am ruling fourty-nine persent shares of the highly doomed organisation. name is Fabreizio. Fabreizo de Larocha. Nothin Personal. Pure Business. They put on my first task ya knowe. To Investigate a fella, maybe a goodfella....Loser...... Loser walked the streets alone failing in his contribution towards builiding a "gracious" society. He did not believe in attaining a connection with the oppostite sex as he firmly thought that these unique species had a set of perfectly flawless beliefs and requirements for which he thought was bullcrap. Loser had friends from which he bore his name.They were the epitome of "what a girl wants, what a girl needs" ; with the cooly shaped and coloured hair. Since Loser did not think it is necessary to assimilate, his friends subjected to discriminating him and accuse him of all rationale tags. Upon reaching home, Loser went to take a quick shower and got dressed for bed. He was about to do what he normally did every two days.(He's really a loser, I do it everyday. The South American strengh of a man) Loser switched on his computer and log on to the net. He was about to surf to his favourite website when a MSN pop-up appeared telling him that he had a new mail from one of his apparently closer friend. Upon opening it, he read: Hey dude, check my new gurl. U dunnoe what u r missing man. Hey how bout' u come to my place dis weekend; the guys will be hanging at my place and bringin their gals along for some fun. we could do u some makeover, esp dat black centre parting hair of urs . Then we could introduce u to one of my gal's frens and stop fulfilling ur desires virtually as ur about to do now.hahaha.  Look Like Us And Get What We Get ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loser closed his browser and switched off his computer. Proceeding to his bed, Loser put on his headphones and and inserted a Rage Against The Machine cd into his discman. Just before he fell asleep the lyrics echoed in his mind - 'Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite....' |
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Sunday, January 30, 2005 |
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A knock to the head
We all fall down Hang your head low Await the incoming blow What about all this critics To me there're just politiks A knock to the head And we all fall down.. |
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004 |
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Chirstmas Letter
Dear Santa, What I want for Xmas is something special. I've been doing a lot of thinking and considering the fact that I've been very nice this year..Plus I've never cheated on any of my girlfriends, all i need this year is a sweet bitch and, if possible do include an off switch too. You never know when it will come in handy. You know.. just to have someone by your side. But Im not being picky you know.. She dont have to have a nice big ass you know.. Just something in proportion to her body..A sweet bitch you know..Well gotta mummy's calling me to sleep now.. Better be a good 9 yr old in time for Xmas... Yours Truly.. |
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Santa's Letter
Dear Kid, Im sorry to disappoint you for not being able to fulfill your request.. But I dont deal with this kind of shit you know. Write me again when you want a toy train or something. However in the spirit of Xmas i've forwarded your mail to the Cupid. Hopefully you'll get your present by Valentine's Day..Cheers kid.. Yours Truly, Santa |
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