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hey :) the name is amalina but im cool with mali.
or whatever nice.
im pretty laid-back.
im never serious.
haha well yea so get annoyed.
im a kid at heart, maybe a hippie too.
talk to me.
get to know me.
only then you can judge me.
:)
roar!
yesterdays
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May 18, 2010
typical. dearest juliati rahman,

i so love to beat you in your own game so pardon my language here on MY behalf as you read skank and ho.

the heart breaker.
the nosy-pecker.
the wrecker.
the stupid.
- why do these kinds of people must involve in my life?

julia, im done with you.
fuck you. you suck real bad.
fuck you and your airhead boyfriend.
both of you are fucking idiots.
gosh, ive got so many insulting terms to throw at you and your man-whore but you guys are just so irrelevant.

you made up lies about me. too bad nobody believed them.
fucker,
you keep on making an ass out of yourself.
if i were you -god forbid- i would stop already.
what do you want from me, bitch?
what have i ever done to you?

this is sad. just plain sad.
i never knew you so well until your true cut-throat bitch color showed.
your hating me just make me more lovable by others.
you dont want that, do you?

so, please.
fuck off!

get over high school. grow up.

more fucks to come if you choose to keep on fucking with me,
fuck you.

p/s: as for your boyfriend, do pass him this message: i dont do pondans.