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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 June 2008 | 7:30:00 AM
4 Minutes

Dear stalker,
I miss your stalking ways.
You'll always be able to tell when I'm appearing offline.
You talked through me like arrows darting through.
And I want to talk to you about something that's on my mind.

Aren't stalkers supposed to disturb a person when that he/she has that person's number?
Really, I need to talk to you soon.
Message, call, chat anything.

And I miss you again.
(P.S: Sing me a love song ay? Tsk)


Dear R,
I hope you know.
I really do.

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