Rubbish Bin

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Number one. You're a backstabber too, and you know it.
Number two. Commandment number eight. Remember it. Live it.
Number three. Whatever you do, whereever you go, someone's still gonna backstab you, so what do you care?
Number four. Backstabs were meant for the back, not for the heart... don't let it get to you.
Number five. They've got nothing better to do... in other words, don't get bored.
Number six. I can't say that backstabbers are &*$#ing stupid, 'coz that would mean I'm &*%$ing stupid too... so nevermind.
Number seven. I'll do it this way-if they say you're stupid, they're stupidder (whatta word). If they say you're ugly, they're uglier [this can be applied to any adjective that can be suffixed with -er... if not, use 'more'].
Number eight. Oii, backstabbers (in other words, every single person in the world), shut up if you got nothing good to say!
Number nine. Backstabbers get their happines from either being able to get their anger out... or seeing you cry.
Number ten. Read my blog description.

Ten things I REALLY must say.

Labels: backstabbing, backstabs, cruel, mean


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 4:34 AM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

Thrown Away
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Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



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