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the simple guy.

Khyerul Daniel Anuwar
15
290892
a virgo;
male, not near tall,
loves music,
very shy indeed,
looks up to elijah wood,

this guy.
elijah wood

basically that's all.

any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
-Anton Chekhov



those special people.
AINI
AIYEEEN
EPEN
ISAAC
NURUL

your messages.



that noise.

noise coming from up there, not down here.

scroll up please.

lady starlight.
the one i've been looking for. :)
i like her hair most.

anime.!

special thanks.
Code:{/lisse:D

i edited the skin alot, personally.
Thursday, May 1, 2008

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Today we will have a look on the one bastard, who has managed to piss off about 80% of the Singapore Population.

In which after that I will refuse to ever speak of or write about this particular asshole ever again. Who else can it fucking be but our dear public enemy Mr Mas Selamat Bin Kastari.

Now who better to share with you the stories and facts about our infamous escapee than myself.
He could have fucking attempted to set fire to a fishball noodle stall and nobody would have given a fuck. But no.
Me Mas Selamat Wanna Bomb Bomb The Tall Tower With Big Shinny Light Where Aeroplanes Go Zoom Zoom.

Jackass.

And this a fucking true story. About a week back, as I was making my way to camp one early Monday morning, I bumped into one of my friends at the bus stop I take to camp each morning and we were chatting about, for fuck's sake I can't even remember what the hell he was talking to me about but I'm pretty fucking sure it would not have benefited mankind one bit. So no loss there.

Alright, moving on with life. I 've been living in this world for almost 16 years now... I have seen a lot of shit going on. I've seen people changed and changed people. People talk about people. People think about people. People backstabbing people. It's all about the people. The people made, made it happen.

I guess in life it cannot be enough for all humans. I cannot understand how people can be so selfish towards oneself and letting other people suffer. It's not that they don't know how to do work but they just simply didn't bother. A dollar for a dollar kind of thing. These people just won't go the extra mile for something good. That's just crap! How to improve oneself if you just don't go the extra mile in your life. You only get one shot at things and these things comes once in a lifetime. As a human we could think which one is good and which one is bad for you in life. And when I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me".

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

P.S. Shutting my eyes as the darkness surrounds
Eerie whispers from the corners, I hear
My god, what have I become?
Bleeding, I love you, dear.


= /6:23:00 PM =
& still living that simple life.

my story ends here, thank you.