Tired-some.

Freaking hell. After a hectic week, today everything should be as normal as before. Congratulations to all. F**king tired.




Well, I love you guys!

*this is an old entry. entry after campus election 2011. just published.

Jealous.

They are damn good in English.
Their writing was freaking cool.



Me?
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
Loser :'(

Demmit!

Too many things in mind.
Too heavy things to carry.
Too serious condition.

This is too crazy. My head will explode in no time.

-.-"

Easy?

No.
It is not!

PMS

HELL.

That is my world for now.

If I kill someone right now, can I defend myself using the fact that I am in an unsound mind?
I really feel like killing people.
And next will be my turn to be kill.

Just love it :'(

Fcuk!

Again.
I ruined my life.

GO TO HELL(X2) FOR YOU ILHAM!!!

See

you when I see you.

Sorry that I blocked you. Its just that, I don't like being humiliated like that, openly. Who do you think you are?



GO TO HELL!

Middle.

Of no-where.
Between left and right.
Fill up the air.
No place. Better one.
Love or hatred.

Finger!