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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.
03 April 2006 | 11:22:00 PM
proud

HAH. I'm so proud of myself.
For doing such an ugly skin.
Agree, no?

I feel like slapping myself.
I feel do degraded.
Deprived. TSK.

He said I'm insane.
He said I'm suppose to check up for unstable mentality at IMH.
That was the BIGGEST irony ever!

HURHUR :]
He is one looney guy.

She said I was sweet.
She said I was cute.
I said I was born for it.
How stucked up am I?

My body ached.
My legs wobbled.
Training was a pivotal event yet.
Come to think of it, it's serious fun.

Everybody change.
Even the cement on his brains.