tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31006062252367078712011-07-07T21:24:38.621-07:00Andre Ang Ren Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11338465123102238605noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3100606225236707871.post-54690837461234666282010-09-16T03:26:00.001-07:002010-09-16T03:31:46.926-07:00I hate it... I just hate it... I hate all people...I hate this world...<br />I always.. wanted to be the Devil... but it doesn't go my way and instead I become the Angel...<br />I doesn't wanted to help my friends... but everytime I just cant hold back my body...<br />I hate this... All because of this stupid character of mine...<br />I just cant hope to kill someone..<br />Only wish I could<br />All because of them all, Im weakened.. to the form that I doesn't wanted to be..<br />I hate everyone... why cant I just be the bad guy and kill them all..<br />Why is it so unfair to me... Why do it always go against me...<br />My Mind...<br />My Heart...<br />My Soul...<br />My Sorrows...<br />My Despairs...<br />My Life...<br />EVERYTHING JUST DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3100606225236707871-5469083746123466628?l=emoworldofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andre Ang Ren Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11338465123102238605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3100606225236707871.post-32394021745198700352010-03-16T07:59:00.000-07:002010-03-16T08:06:47.516-07:00Another Stupid day of my life... ==<br />Finally was having a sweeeeeeeeet dream sinces years ago...<br />and then my mother wake me up and tell me to help her bring stuff from the market...<br /><br />I just freaking waked up. So i doesn't care What the HELL ur telling me...<br />cuz my brain hasn't started. I cant install any shit into it. Sorry..<br /><br />Today is a Stupid as I stated...<br />Nothing to do... 4pm bored... 7pm boredness 9pm boredom.... 11pm typing ....<br />Yawn...<br />not gonna post more i think<br />this is hell...<br /><br />Humans called Earth as World<br />Alien called Earth as Hell<br />God called Earth as Pets World...<br />Devil called Earth as Feast Table<br />Demon called Earth as Never-Ending Food Supply<br />Insect called Earth as Giant Grounds<br />Animal called Earth as World...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3100606225236707871-3239402174519870035?l=emoworldofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andre Ang Ren Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11338465123102238605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3100606225236707871.post-20383609649587614772010-02-05T01:44:00.000-08:002010-02-05T02:05:00.350-08:00Sometime when we do something, we don really care about the endings...<br />Everything cant be reverse... Everything that we gone through will never came back again...<br />Just like time... Every Second, minute, hour...<br />when its gone... it gone forever...<br />I have done regretful things in my life...<br />thats why i don wanted people to talk to me...<br />and i don wan people to know about me...<br />cos i don wanna get that pain again... even through i wanted someone to listen to me...<br />but there are none... no one wished to talk to me...<br />no one ever listen... no one ever care...<br />i wonder is it my fault who i don let people know my pain...<br />or is it that people ignores me that i just cant be bothered...<br />or is it that i don really worth living here...<br />or even through that i cant even have a single good friend...<br />i was wondering if anyone could just hear me out just for once...<br />so that i can trust someone... even through i wanted to help people that needed help...<br />but what i get return is nothing but betray...<br />when people say that i don have a life... i could even ask if i am a human...<br />or just people that don even have a mind of its own...<br />or should i even said that i m dead when the incidents happen...<br />or should i just go out in the street and die now...<br />no one really knows me... include my family...<br />and i cant says that i have a friend... or should i just say Stranger that talked to me...<br />just that they are bored and talk to me when they have nothing to do and sees me here sitting on the chair and talk to me just to clear that boredom...<br />i cant really understand anything on this world...<br />sometime i laugh... just for people that they think they know me to feel that i am that kind of person...<br />i almost lay that pen knife that i have in my bag on my wrist a few min ago...<br />if i have done that... i should not have been here writing this now...<br />if someone read this... i could be very happy to let someone know that my life is all about Nothing...<br />Theres no Friendship<br />Theres no Love<br />Theres no Hope<br />Theres no Pride<br />Theres no Faith<br />Theres no Trust<br />in my life...<br />Theres only Hatre, Lies, Death, Lone and Past...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3100606225236707871-2038360964958761477?l=emoworldofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andre Ang Ren Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11338465123102238605noreply@blogger.com