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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.

06 February 2006 | 8:26:00 PM
STRESS!

ARGH!
I'm just so tensed up today.
I've got a lot of memorizing to do, homeworks and revisions that piled up in heaps high to the ceiling, my busy schedule got all mixed up, no time for self quality time with myself, trainings suck and my body's aching from head to toe. I need a time out!

My bag's been heavy for the past week.
I've been feeling irritated due to sudden changes of weather.
I sing to myself when I get all tensed up.
I laugh at the smallest unfunny things that evolve around me.
I slap myself from side to side and get all painful, till i danced this googly, wobbly move screaming ARGH!

I hate Common Test Revision and Exam Week.
They just so irritable. So dry. Like smelly, sweaty socks inside a stuffed room full of dead bugs.
I'm just so freaking tired, mad, neuron-exhausted and all the stupid mugging stuffs are pissing me off.
I'm just so sure that I'm going to fail Physics and Chemistry and both Math. I'm gorgeous without brains. humph.

I'll reply all your tags when I'm super uber free.
Maybe a hiatus may do good for me now.
I'll just bite your fingers off and stuffed it inside piles of dung if you get close to an irritable me.
So better back off, homies.







They don't call me paparazzi for nothing, ya know.
Mafia's haunt you, noob.