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Tuesday, November 25, 2008 // 8:01 PM


Today as usual a boring day for me, realli nth to do at home..
played the computer the whole morning till afternoon..
then arnd 2.15pm head to school for floorball..
it was already bored wen i first enter the hall..
i like can feel the whole thing wat's gonna happen..
enjoy abit then flared up, i knew this thing was coming..
wen playing match i dunno y i suddenly angryy..
everyone can see tat i am not usual..
tat feeling of anger and hatred it too much for me..
it remind me of her and guys???!!!..
tat flirt for example, i already promise to forget bout it..
but i just cant control it, da image is too devastating..
haiz i dun wish to talk bout it anymore..

ALL IS LOST! ):


and thats the end.

Who am I?? .

My name’s Muhd Azam Sufi and Im going to be 16 soon. Studying in GREENDALE SECONDARY SCHOOL. Floorball is my life. I love all my friends especially my brothers in arms and my ONE and ONLY little sister :)
tweeeeeeet-ter .

never ending .


thanks .

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" True love seeks no return."