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a message to you, mate
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Time after time, i get left out.
Nobody smses me whether there's an outing or just some gathering at some void-deck.
Senang kate lam kene busted, busted, busted ntah bape byk kali.
& the reason?
Lam ada matair. Tkle ajak klua.
Matair Lam nnti buat hal.
Atau senang kate, lam tk important.
I'm not some wanker talking to you yat.
No, not by any chances.
& to think you msged me just like that just now?
Like as if i'm some rubbish to you?
Is that what i am to you?
Remember yat, you fuckin insulted me for years.
Whether it was me being a punk, or me getting retained.
Never i ran away from our friendship.
I stood by you when the need arises.
And yat, i got punched by you.
Remember?
For some girl?
Have i punched you in the face?
I can't describe the feeling in me now.
Just jog on.
Those were his words for today.
this blog will be the witness for my stupidity and self-centeredness
years passed much faster.
I've got new friends. And i admit i forgot my old friends, friends who have been there for so long. I know its been a rollercoaster life. I didnt want to argue. I didnt want to fight. And the fact that i was a soft person inside, never changed. I mean. A friend like Lam, won't come twice and I've learnt that throught the worst story of my life! I guess i'd step on the wrong foot, on the path, AGAIN. im sorry god, im sorry Lam, im sorry everybody.
Voiced at 11:25 PM on 03 March 2008