SuperNyonya.
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I'm Syahirah but sometimes people acknowledge me as SuperNyonya. I love to crap and I hate people that type with shortforms or LiKe ThIs. In my opinion, people like this deserve a second chance and have a break with kit kat.
I hope that by now, you guys should know that I am random.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009, 8:45 PM
I just feel like blogging and posting about all th things in my head now.1st;
Art. Art is stressing me siak. I mean, even though I'm repeating what I did last year, it seems really though now. Now that th teacher expect more from me. Kay, what th hell. Not only that sey. A number of my classmates are expecting me to do their work as well. Even though it's not that fair for me, I don't have th heart to say 'No, people'. And keep on following th flow. Today, I didn't even touch up on my art before art lesson, as I'm busy touching up other people's one. I mean, it's not fair for me. And after all that, they will get the marks and compliment when I get nothing in return, or worse, nothing for my own marks.
2nd;
Friends. I don't really know who's real and who's not now. I am so sure that my GFs are real. But they seem like they're not. I can't differentiate things. I am confused about friends. What crap is that lah. But this is th, I guess, first time you heard such crap. I just don't know how to deal with all these. I don't know wht am I leading to sey. It's up to nothing.
3rd;
The same usual thing. Razaaq. Honestly, I still miss him. Well, I know it may dissappoint some of you. Especially those who care. I appreciate that, Amalina. Thanks for th care you gave me. And this might pissed you off again. And I know that's because you care. I can't stop thinking about you, Razaaq. I don't know if what I'm doing now is right or not. I am confused myself. About everything. But to think about everything, I might as well end everything. And lead my life. And about th spam thang, it's really not necessary. I just don't know about what I'm feeling now. I hate you. But I miss you. Should I not say hate? Maybe some kind of hate; dislike. I dislike you.
4th;
Myself. I'm sick of my own self. I've been so confused about everything around me. What's in my mind and everything. I just don't understand.