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Will never be the women with the perfect hair,
who can wear white and not spill on it.

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I want a song that I can relate to my life. I hate everything that I'm going through now. Just as i thought, I have my freedom, but something else just have to bother this peaceful life. I end some stuff and I believe I can concentrate more on other stuffs.

Something happen on my side. Something that I can never imagine that i would actually go through. The man that 'by right', i have to give my fully respect, don't deserve a single respect from me.
I know money can't buy me happiness,
but it does bring me a more pleasant form of misery.