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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Why must Malaysians live in gated houses? I know that Putrajaya houses aren't gated but I live in Kota Damansara not across the road from the federal building!See what happened to my car!  Here, I'll blow it up for you,  Blow me up as well while you're at it! Ugh, how come this shit doesn't happen when Nadia's driving? And I had to ask for help from the detestable neighbour next doors as well because the auntie who lived across the road has forgotten how to drive a manual (the engine died on her). Ugh. I hate this shit. I'm gonna get a good-paying job and hire a chaffeur, damnit. Labels: accident |