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The rest aint important anymore
Not too cheerful actually
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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Sorry Jiawen.
Sorry Alicia.
Sorry kangjun.
Sorry Chaang.

Okay fuck u bastard boon. Chaang once the damage is done its done. Sorry is not allowed in cheer vocabulary. You cannot even do a fucking jump to shoulder seat. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING FOR.

URRGH. If the team dont get champions. ITS YOUR FAULT.
YOUR BLOODY FAULT.
And chaang even had confidence in you by saying, "useless right, get stronger la, you can one."
IF YOU FAIL HIM, u dont even deserve to be in the cheer comp team. YOU BETTER WORK EXTRA HARD AND MAKE SURE YOU DONT FAIL HIM U FUCKER.

AND FUCK THE BALUKU AT THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD.
AND FUCK THE PAIN IN YOUR LEFT WRIST SUSTAINED FROM HOLIDAY WORK.
AND FUCK GRAND HYATT WHO REFUSED TO BELIVE THE WAITER/ESS THAT BY HOLDING THE COCKTAIL TRAY FOR TOO LONG IN THAT "PROFRESSIONAL" MANNER.
AND FUCK YOUR MUSCLES FOR BEING USELESS. SO WHAT IF CAN DO FOUR PULLUPS AND CANNOT LIFT A 38KG GIRL.
AND FUCK YOURSELF FOR BEING A USELESS BUM.
AND U ONLY HAVE YOURSELF TO FUCK IF U FAIL BT1, JUST BECAUSE U COULD HAVE WORKED 100 TIMES FUCKING HARDER.
AND MOST IMPTLY. IF U SEE NO C U SHLD BE EXPECTING IT ALL ALONG.
BECAUSE, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER IN THE PLACE.
WAKE UP YOUR FUCKING IDEA.
ITS YOUR FUCKING DESTINY.
ITS BEEN PLANNED. U ALREADY CAN BLOODY SEE IT.
STOP TRYING NOT TO SEE THE FUCKING TRUTH AND DAYDREAM.
AND ITS CERTAINLY TIME TO SEE THIS FUCKER DOWN TO HELL.

sorry for this emo post chaang. I know u dont like emo guys in your team. This is my source of motivation. Only by scolding shit then i will pia my life out.

And since being frustrated smtimes about how things are, FUCK IT can solve everything.





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