Dedicated to whom which I never ever wanted to dedicated this to...

Confusing? It does sound a bit confusing to me, cause me myself do not even know what the hell am I talking about. But definately, I still know to whom this blog I am writing to.

As it says, dedicated to someone which I never ever wanted to...

"Puuuiii!!!", to whom which is in my head right now, I know YOU did exactly nothing wrong to me, but YOU did semething more serious then you ever realise.

Since the first date going with HER, I already heard about YOU. Its more then half year have passes, but yet, YOUR name still going in and around me, like FLIES around CORPSE.

"IT IS FU*KING BOTHERING!"

I wanted YOU, some how to get the fu*k outta my life, but I realise it cannot be done, just like how we cannot forget how PARAMESWARA found Malacca.

GREAT~

Malacca...heard YOU are flying there. How I wish YOU were with the same plane with some stupid terrorist which is trying to fly the plane with some 30 mins manual book bought from Sunday Market. I'll be as glad as Bush when he just bomb Iraq.

I just wish that YOU drop dead, I sound mean, yes I do, yes I do...I sound bad and ridiculous, yes I am but c'mon, as if readers never have this kinda hatred before which you just wish someone to drop dead right in front of you or in some kinda newpaper you read early in the morning, well, I mean someone other then your family member that you really hate.

Gosh, I sound emotional inside here, with neither one point why am I saying all this...I did realise something, everyone who read this, happens to know HIM and ME, really well, I mean...please raise your guns and shot HIM dead, YOU'll be heavily rewarded...(as if you guys would)...

Please, please say no more of HIM or the rest, let the past, remain in the past, let history be history, let Parameswara have a nice sleep in his grave. I shall hear no more from anybody, anywhere or anyhow about HIM, because, simply say, I GIVE A FU*K ABOUT MYSELF! but not a FU*K about HIM, so, FU*K YOURself up...

-reading newpaper everyday hoping
a fu*kin plane would crash carrying YOU-
Ivern Joaquin...