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Monday, April 2, 2012
- @ 3:14 AM
I think I'm too fucking bored already, start to guailan people.


Like this girl, she put a link to a photo of glowing jellyfishes washed up on shore and said it was beautiful, then I commented, "Then they die on shore." Which is true.


Then, this other girl I don't like, posted "Cheebye dad kaopei kaobu say wad off com off com pcb ! Dog", and I commented, "If your dad is a dog, you are...?" AND SHE DELETED MY COMMENT. It's not my fault that you're a fucking idiot. And nomally I'm not so mean, but hello. Why scold your father like that? Even I don't scold my father like that. You have no right. It pisses me off. Don't give me a chance to exploit your stupidity la. Or if you had posted something nice about your father, even if you used terrible english and tweet language, I won't even say anything or correct you. But, yes. I can't stand how you treat your father.


Gotta be up tomorrow and go out, I'm never going to wake up on time.





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