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Who: Alif Danial
Defined Age: 16
Birthday: 22.02.90
Location: East Side Of Singapore

Wants To Go To Nafa Design School To Take Fashion Studies Pink/ Purple Lover. Tends To Irritate SHY ppl!
Is This yourFutureBoyfriend?

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1. Bob Marley; Get Up, Stand Up
2. Chiodos; There's No Penguins In Alaska
3. Silverstein; Call It Karma
4. Chiodos; One Day Women Will Become Monsters
5. Dragonforce; Through The Fire And Flames


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Monday, November 20, 2006

I Feel So FUCKING Used. I'm FUCKING In A Regret. I Wanted My Lacoste Polo T Says "We're Just Friends But I Wanted To Look Nice For You." But I Guess That's Not The Way. Seem To Forget What We Said The Day Before. It Meant Really Important To Me. Well, It's True When They Say I'm Friendly... Sorry To Whom It May Concern. But This Week Seems Not Of What I Expected. I Guess It's All Downhill From Here. My Family A Bitch, They Seem Don't Know Teenagers. I Was Hoping For Prom But Then, The Clothes Were I Expected. I Guess It's True, Don't Expect Too Much And You Wouldn't Get Hurt. FUCKING HURT RIGHT NOW. I'm Just Don't Like To Tell People Directly What I Feel, Cause I Really Emphasise That My Friends Are My Top Priorities. But REALLY, Do You Have To Stab My Back Directly Or Indirectly? I Mean, I'm Not Being Sensitive But Please Uh, Think First Before You Talk Something. I'm Sorry Have To Blog This Angry Blog, Cause I Had Enough Of The Tantrums And Rubbish That I Had Receive. And You Said That You Would Die For Me. Okay-Okay, As A Human, I'm Not Perfect, Therefore... As For Those Whom Want To Know My Weak Points That I'm Aware Of:
I Always Act Smart
I Trust People Too Much
I'm A Spendthrift
Loud
I Think I'm Right
Sensitive
Don't Know When To Shut Up
I Bottle Up My Feelings
Girls
Do Not Have The Looks
Am A Suck-Up
=)! Thanks Daryl, I Really Need To Blog And Express My Feeling. Btw, This Is Not For You Daryl. You Been There For Me.


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