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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Friday, August 20, 2004 v

I know it's quite pathetic of me to mope about the fact that I didn't go for teh Hoobastank thing but I still feel a bit disappointed in them both.

Fuck you 2 for that.
Ok that's quite bad of me but yeah you're damn right I'm pissed.
Ok, now that I think of it, I gave it away. I said I didn't feel like it.
But I don't know. I don't know. It was the day after my birthday. Do you think it would have meant something, esp since she said I was the first person who knew abt Hoobastank last time.
Ok, maybe amal sounded more enthu about it.
Well I should forget it. Here I am clinging to emo baggage that's breaking my back.
Anyway, I shall got to some fucking hardcore thing someday and screw them.
Like Avenged Sevenfold will ever come here lah. Or PTW. Or even Guernica. I'll go to a YC or Soco one if it ever comes here.

Urgh now I'm gonna say Fuck petty old me.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 10:33 pm [+]