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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.
15 April 2007 | 7:30:00 PM
Motion

My head's spinning like heck.
I'm heavily tired.

Weekends aren't two rest days anymore.
They're just an excuse to get away from going school.
But not forgetting, doing the school work at home.

Am I the only one complaining here?
I don't see others doing their assignments diligently.
Or maybe they're just smart alecks.
Yes, maybe they are.



Oh my toes, I'm so freaking annoyed but this unseen force around me.
I'll get mentally-deranged soon.
RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

I need a break.
That's what I really need.
And I really meant a break - away from school or work or anything that needs energy.

Fcuk, reality bites hurt.