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Wednesday, July 7, 2010 . 7/07/2010 12:57:00 AM

I've mentioned many times my dislike for the other gender. But since I've got so many hunters looking for preys in a form of gossip, I shan't do that.

I'll just 'vent' my frustrations.

I DON'T LIKE (SOME) GUYS.

This comes at a time when I was equally frustrated with someone, but not to the extend of the above, since that someone is still someone I respect, albeit the few complaints I have. So don't misunderstand.

Let me 'vent' some more.

I REALLY DON'T LIKE (SOME) GUYS.

I don't feel much better. And I think I might get into trouble... oh, but who cares? My life couldn't get any worse, can it?

I'm a failure anyway.
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