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You Don't Know Me At All.
Jun 27, 2006

oh. on a separate note, i actually felt really pissed during training today. well. somebody, being himself as usual, was whispering sweet nothings into my opponent's ear. like wtf man. telling tactics. i don't mind la, just get a little annoyed. but i mean. i know he loves to see me lose. hopes to see me lose. but wtf. wtf is wrong with people like him.

just because im from RGS? please la. supposedly someone passes a sarcarstic remark which is meant to be this joke thingy. and if someone from RGS says it, they are more likely to be labelled as arrogant/proud/stuckup or anything that can fit into that space than other people.

like seriously, quite being so immature.

usually i could tolerate something like this. but currently i can't stand everything around me which i used to try to ignore. i need to air my frustration somewhere. #$()#$()@()$#@!#@$!.

8:59 PM