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

03 April 2006 | 12:03:00 AM
Hurt

I had no idea that it would hurt me so like this.
All my life I wanted to be ______ but things took a turn.
I fcuking hate this, and I have no idea where I'm standing now.
Save me from this plight of hell.

The weekends pass by so fast.
I didn't even finish my assignments yet.
My life is getting from bad to worse.
I've been fcuking slacking after the Common Test.
I know, it's serious blunder but I can't help it.

"It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted you
It's like I can't live
Without you inside of me
In the first
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me"

Kelly Clarkson's Addicted.

I'm making weird, love poems which don't mean a thing.
I'm not in love for heaven's sake. PFFT.

Nana's in Australia.
I'm feeling deprived.
I need to go Paris badly.
And lead a sophisticated life.
Normal's not me.

Reality check =/