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I know my blog is dead. Rarely, or never has pictures. I blog boring stuffs. Still, I love to blog eventhough I know there might even be nobody reading my blog. Oh well, I blog to express anyway. Not to impress.
So if you find my blog is boring and lame or too emo, dont bother criticising because I wont give a shit about it.

owner Once bitten, twice shy Life has always been a huge roller coaster ride for me, full of ups and downs, making me start to get tired of it. I feel like getting love drunk, falling into this beautiful dream and not coming out to face the reality. Ibniputra's Syahidah

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I am fucking pissed to the core. I am fucking pissed with everything I see and hear or found out. The loading to my email inbox is fucking slow and I am fucking irritated I feel like smashing the keyboards. But no, my laptop is my love.

I havent had enough sleep for few days straight and I dont think I'll ever be getting enough sleep. Slept fucking late yesterday night for project, when work was tiring after that. Now project again till god knows what time and going out of house early tomorrow. Damn it. And I have yet to revise anything for my Monday's assessment. Fuck it lah.

My heart is aching. My eyes are burning. My hands are shaking. I just want to kill, for the sake of satisfaction. And I swear I am still not over it, only that I just dont want to bring the matter up again. I am fucking unsatisfied, and nobody in this planet called earth will ever understand how an emotionally weak girl like me which is filled with hatred and revenge and sensitivity that could bring her down to the utmost end of the world feels. Nobody I say, just nobody.
And people, I am not mentally deranged. I am just weak I have to say. I can never bring myself up no matter whatever I did after something that really pushed me down hard physically and emotionally. The truth is, I can never forget how sicked I felt each time when shit happens. Never ever.
I feel like laughing now, but I just want to break down. I need to scream off everything and smash and hit and get satisfied. I just want hope, the hope that I've lost in myself.

No sleep for tonight. Project and revision. Damn it I always hate school.