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Asrizal
this is my life
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Asrizal A.

Born : 25/03/1990

Star Sign : Aries

Interests : Guitars. Bikes.

me




Arians are
adventurous
energetic
pioneering
courageous
enthusiastic
confident
dynamic
quick-witted.
selfish
quick-tempered
impulsive
impatient
foolhardy
daredevil.

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January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009

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its been a while
i need a new attitude adjustment.
with things as it seems now,i don't think i can go very far.
these moments so priceless,teaching me lessons in disguise of mishaps.
my heart still beats the same but my vessels don't seem to get em.
these eyes just wondered how they have been so blind all along.
true meanings of life can only be obtain once we set sights on them.

i will like to shamefully declare that my laptop is pretty much bull's crap now.
it can't even be booted.how am i going to inform my mum about it.
i am sure she will be upset about it.
bearing in mind she worked her ass off to pay for my school fees and that includes my laptop purchased at the beginning of the school year.

please god send me an angel,
with open wings just to grab me in.
i am sick of this life i lead.
wishing i can be born into someone's life.

open up my eyes and just realize that everything is okay.
i know that is plain imaginary.
no things will exist.
we are the creator of the life we lead.
we who are imperfect humans.


i need a life.
i need money.
i need a notebook.
i need a heart.

i don't seem to be having any one of them right now.