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My ass and stomach is burning at the same time but for a different reason.

My stomach burns becuz of the sambal, while my ass burns becuz of the shit…

Yesterday, i think i broke the record for shitting 4 times in a day!

Have u ever observe your own shit?  I do…

sometimes its brown, sometimes its black…

sometimes it floats, sometimes it sinks…

sometimes its long, sometimes its short…

They say its better for your shit to float than to sink…

i wonder why?

Mayb becuz if it sinks, it’ll drown and die…and if it floats, its alive!

These days, my shits have been veri much alive, staring back at me as if telling me not to flush them…

But sadly, i have to do…

May the shits rest in peace…

nuff said…*slutty bitch inc*

my stomach feels full and alittle upset…shldn’t eat so much.

but i need to put on weight…

my butt is missing…

my boobs shrunk…

Today, a sale person had to chop off half the length of a watch to fit my wrist

Befor leaving, she told me to eat more! haha…so nice of her…

And yesterday, i went for dinner without a bra…i forgot.

yes… its that small and un-realisable…sad case.

i support FREE TITS anyway…(and FREE DICKS TOO)

we shld all support FREE……..PARTS?

ya! we came to the world naked, we shld stay naked and die naked…

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Its free, its cooling, its comfortable, its enviromental-friendly, its attractive…

For gals, no more wires, no more pads, no more tissues!

For guys, no more itch, no more scratch, no more wetness!

do not hesitate to join this campaign, and together lets say: SUPPORT FREE TITS/DICKS FOR A BETTER TOMORROW!!

nuff said…*slutty bitch inc*

there goes another ache in my neck.

i’m strong. i’m stabborn. i’m tough. i’m brutal. i’m blunt.

i’m trained to be and act like this…

when there’s no man in the family,

when the only man who is supposed to give u all the protection, love, warmth in this world is gone, there is notting much left..

i become the one who replace him…or at least try my best to be him…

its hard. its painful. its tiring.

my life changed from the veri day he left…

i miss him. i love him. i hate him.

i hate myself. i pity myself.

but at the end of the day, i’m proud of myself…

i believe everything happens for a reason.

i believe GOD has a better plan for everything that had failed…

i trust him. i depend on him.

he’s my everything…

i look up, wipe my tears, breathe hard and wait for the rising sun to bring in the new chapter of my life…

nuff said…*slutty bitch inc*

*listening to se7en’s song, shakin my booty and singing at the top of my lungs "baby i like u like that!"*
Hari ini, i skipped whole day’s class. why? cuz i haven’t finish my assignment due tmr.
i’m alone at bee’s place and hearing noises behind me…hungry ghost festival not over yet!
ok, here’s the topic of the day-Hungry Ghost Festival.
Its the month in the chinese calander when the hell gate opens and millions of hungry Ggghosts rush o0out…
Anyway, we hafta offer food to our ‘brothers and sisters’ otherwise they’ll eat us instead…
we hafta burn money/credit card/nokia 8250/passport/prostitutes/kancil/bangalows/22carats gold/designer-brand clothes and shoes/ipod…believe me,there are many more…
When these paper are burned,they’re supposed to turned into real objects! so there is a magician in hell? and then, our ‘brothers and sisters’ wil use them in hell…
But i thought u’re supposed to SUFFER in hell?
To me, all these burning is reallie useless. waste of money, waste of paper, waste of resourse, u worsen the haze, wat else?
I noe its a tradition…and thats the sad case.
I dun believe in ghost. i dun believe in magic.
But, wouldn’t it be nice if we can enjoy death in hell?
cheer! *slutty bitch inc*

ok…i hafta admit…i like gays…

they turn me on…

For your information, the colour purple is gay pride, the shape triangle is gay symbol

anyway, this happened ever since i watched brokeback,

i realised i enjoy every single scene from the sex, the romance, the kiss, the caress, to the meet-every-4-years-to-fuck scene…

i dun like gay porns, never watched one yet…

i prefer romantic gay movies, but when i say gay means guy-guy, not gal-gal cuz i’ve seen enuff of them…

i think it’s brave of gays to admit and face the ugly society wif their true identity…

gays r like anyone else, but wif courage and atititude!

gay power!

noe why homo-sex can be more enjoyable as hetero-sex? because it feels soooooo much tighter! 

not through experience but through knowledge.

Again, i hafta announce that i’m not sex-experienced but sex-educated.

okok, u pp can wipe tt disgusting look off yr faces now, i’m almost done…

lastly, to all those straight, bent and crooked, PRACTISE SAFE SEX!!

i understand, its less sensitive and enjoyable but u got notting to lost! reallie! u dun wan me to list down the disease u’ll contract w/o safe sex.

trust me, the list goes on…

enuff said…brought to u by slutty bitch inc.

today, saya macam orang hantu jalan-jalan ( i like walkin zombie)…

my legs felt like it weigh a million tonnes and

saya mata tak boleh buka!! (eyes cannot open)

kenapa? why?

because i onli had 2 hours of decent sleep last morning…

kenapa? why?

because my head kept singing kelly clarkson’s ‘juz walk away’ song!!

it’s like listening to a broken radio tt couldn’t stop playing…

u faham tak?

i had to wake up and read a book to make myself fall asleep…

how pathetic?

so i promise myself not to nap today so i’ll be darn sleepy tonite.

aron is tempting me to watch porn, but i shall resist because i’m not horny and desperate now…

ok, i’m going to take a short nap…

nuff said. ciao.

this day is a back again….

this feeling is back again…

this mood is haunting me again…

i feel so empty…

i feel like i have no soul…

who am i?

why am i here?

who am i?

i’m crying inside…

i’m screaming inside…

i’m dying inside…

who can help me?

i’m in pain…

i’m in pain…

i’m in pain…

why am i still alive?

why am i still breathing?

why am i still awake?

i’m sick…

i’m abnormal…

i’m insane…

i’m helpless…

i’m souless…

i’m desperate…

i juz wanna fly…

i juz wanna get out…

i juz wanna be free…

And i noe this day will arrive soon…

pukeout…

got no way to go…

feeling helpless…

feeling lost…

got no hope…

got no goal…

where’s the light?

i’m lost…

where’s my soul?

i’m lost…

i’m bleeding…

who can help me?

i’m crying…

who can hear me?

who took away my beautiful smile?

who took away my beautiful soul?

i shall wait till that day, and i will be saved…

enufff said…

dear aron raj…i noe u reallie like my stories becuz its more original and touching than yours…but sad to say, i cant write too many.

I dun wanna make u cry…

today, i’ll tok abt smtg else…

i love the rain…

but its kinda irritating me these days…

wat is happening to our world today?

i thought this is the month of heat strokes?

i thought this is the month where sunscreens run out of sale?

i thought this is the month where the hot sun feeds on our skin?

i juz experienced a baby version of hurricane last month and i pray it wun never happen agn…

wat is happening to our world today?

we’re drowning…

we deserve all this…

we destroyed our onli home…

we deserve it…

Bee said someone’s doing experiment wif our weather and i 100% agree!!

now lets see who might be the culprit…

1. some rich country who wans to use the weather as a weapon to conquer the world!

2.its juz our mother earth having PMS…

3. A sign we gotta start learning to swim…

we muz all be environmental friendly.

This is our earth.

This is our home.

We muz do our part to protect our home.

Without our earth, where will we be?

Its not like we can find another planet and migrate there!

REUSE, REDUCE AND RECYCLE…

support free tits!! haha…

enuff said…

today, i found out that frenz who read my story was concerned about my past…i appreciate that u guys care, but DO NOT PITY ME.

There are people out there who have worse experience than me.

i juz wanna share my story wif pp who might hafta the same experience as me…i wan to let them noe tt they’re not alone. they dun hafta hide anything. they dun hafta be ashame of their past.

having a bad past doesn’t give u an excuse to be a bad person…

having a bad past doesn’t give an excuse to blame anyone, including yrself…

having a bad past doesn’t give u an excuse to manipulate others and den blame it on yr "bad past"…

i came from a broken family, my parents divorced when i was 3.

i had to leave my mom, away to s’pore at the age of 4, where i was abused.

i’ve experienced the worst frenship, frenz who manipulated, frenz who backstabbed, frenz who took me for granted, frenz who criticised juz to hurt me…

At home, my sister makes me suffer a living hell…she’s bad-tempered, she’s spoilt, she’s mean, she’s violent…

i’m a veri patient and tolerant person, i think i muz thank my sister for it becuz she’s like my patience mentor. but, i believe i’ll die of high blood pressure or heart attack one day…

i experienced the worst, not even my closest family or frenz noe it…

they remain my darkest secret…

onli GOD noes…and i noes GOD feels for me…

i do not blame anyone for this is my life.

this is who i am…

i’m juz glad that my past is not haunting me…i’m glad that i moved on…

i do not live in my past, i live WITH my past…they’re part of me, they gimme my identity, they’re my strength, they’re my weakness…

they remind me to be strong, they remind me of my vulnerability…

i admit i used to pity myself…drowning in my own sorrow…i’ll cry whenever i think of my past, because i dun understand why it muz happen to me…

but i realised that i’m being silly…i’m being stupid…

who says u hafta let go of yr past?

embrace them!

embrace them with LOVE!!

embrace them with forgiveness!!

no one, including myself, deserve any of these…but i see it as a gift from GOD…

this is the life he gave me…

eunff said…