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Friday, July 07, 2006

I really resent people who steal parts of my blog as their posts. Fuck them. If you were to learn an inportant lesson from my random posts, and you realised that you are a ditto of what type of bloggers I mentioned, YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE PARTS OF MY POSTS TO COVER UP AND SHUN AWAY FROM MY FAULT PICKING!


Because afterall, I fault-picked people's way of typing from one particular blogger I came across and I stereotype it. Understand? Or is my English too shallow for you? Who copies words I learned and used recently and my posts' gists too. Sigh. Rippers. Lack of creativity in humans is really a major weakness that is so much so that it is enough to bring the quality of living in humans down the drain.


A lot of things happened to me, and I'm nothing lesser than being half-floated;suspending in the air in inordinate despair. Lamenting every interval of 5 mins or so, for near a day already, I prostrated myself; wishing a spread eagle would take me to the phatom of my mind.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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