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name:Jhoi Lerum
birth day:26th of may
age:nineteen
she can be aloof and very cold
patience was NEVER her virtue
skeptical and undecided
reckless and candid
dreamt of being a killer/assassin
a bum that loves sleep
keeps her friends close
and enemies unnoticed
explosive and violent
harsh and untammed

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strawberries & peaches
coffee is an addiction.
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Coelho's novels
Bruce Wayne/ Batman
Warhols' pop art
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Y E L L O W
Italian f o o d
Grey's Anatomy
ParaMORE
(ulk emo.)
Chuck Bass - i love
Steven Hyde - i adore
and and...
G O D - my all

she hates: arrogance.


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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

DO NOT READ 9:01 PM


sabi nang don't read e!

[WARNING! don't read if you don't want to see the unpleasant side of me. and if you are the person i am pertaining to, the person who blamed me for every crap he's going through right now. i tell you. you better STOP reading NOW because you'd just loathe me, and i'd just hurt you. but on second thought. nah, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! so go on and read!]

i'm so into ranting right now.

i have given so much.
i have given chances, time, and effort.
and what do i get in return? for every thing that i've done? i only got blames, problems, and criticisms for my faults and flaws.

you're telling me that i've never spent money for you? the question is, why will i? huh? have you spent something for me? did you even bother understanding me? nah. i don't think so. don't tell me, and brag how you planned about my 18th birthday, because maybe yah, you planned for it, but you did not spent a centavo for it. the money you've spent for it was my DAD's. so stop bragging. I DON'T NEED IT. i never asked you to plan for it! yah, maybe i sound so rude, but i think i was disrespected more. when you threw my stuffs, and blamed me for everything.

blaming me for everything that is happening to you?can you remember that everything that is happening was your plan? isn't that you're good in manipulating people? that you have thought and saw things comming? but have you seen this? huh? isn't that i've told you from the beginning that i love someone so much? but because of being such a persistent bitch, you told me that you we're willing to take every risk? SO WHERE DID IT LEAD YOU RIGHT NOW? i'm tired of you. you never gave me something i deserve. all you gave me is a crap. when i tried to work things out you became so overwhelmed by the situation. you went out with bailas, and i didn't give such a big deal out of it. you even flirted with other girls which i don't really give a damn. and now you're telling me that you're liking one of my friends. how do you expect me to react on that? to tell you the truth. I DON'T GIVE A HELL!! i really don't care! can't you see it? go on do whatever you want! you don't have to brag me that you CAN move on very EASILY but chose not to because really... i don't care! okay. disregard the fact that she is my friend, and that we HAD a "whatever" you call it, which they so call as "relationship". so set that aside. set aside the awkwardness that i feel because YOU have something going on with MY friend. because guess what, i don't give any concern.

think of this instead:

what would the guy who is liking my friend would think and feel once he knew about this? who is by the way, the guy i was talking about, was your so called "close friend." fcuk. are you even still thinking? oh well. i'm out of that. i don't wanna be involve to you anymore. actually to tell you the truth, i don't want to know you anymore. i can get so good to the person who does good to me, and as worst as i can get to those who TRY ME. you have not seen me mad. and this is who i am when i'm mad. all i can tell you is BEWARE. i could kill you through my words.

i never blamed you even if the things happening to me right now, because of YOU, is full of crap. you have never heard a single word from me. i won't tell the things that i've done for you anymore. you know it yourself. no need for elaboration. but because i'm still sane, thanks to my friend, i'd act as if nothing is happening. but from now on, i'd forget to that i've ever known you. why? i have so much grudges in me since things happen. and i can't take it anymore.

but you know what hurts me most?

is the fact that, i've exchanged the person who meant everything to me for a BASTARD.

You are everything i wanted,
and more...