Monday, January 14
i wanna be DEAD.
those smelly socks projects DEADLINES
are killing me.
SOMEBODY PLEASE PASS ME
THE GUN/KNIFE/PARANG
ANYTHING TT
can make me stop working like a cooooowwwwww.
MOOOOOOOMOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
i have been working non-stop
like how the incredible guy does.
*pictures fast-action speed, lighting and ACTION
and there's work over at the clinic
tt i DUN WANT TO BE INVOLVED.
stupidly,dumbly taking up so muccchhhhh timmmmeee
of mineee.
sorry if i have ignored u.
and if i have said "tok to u later" in MSN
bt i nv did.
am really really sorry.
for a matter of a week.
i sleep less than 6 hrs on ave a day.
i am grumpy/tired/unhappy
almost every single day.
MR FEB, MY HERO
PLEASE COME AND SAVE ME
SOOOOOON.
I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE.
SPONSORSHIPS RESORT SHIT.
ITS KILLING ME.
i CANT BREATHEEEEEEEEE.
*GASP FER MORE AND MORE AIR*
buy me a OXYGEN TANK or
a "click" REMOTE CONTROL
wherby i can just fast-forward the time for projects.
FOR MY COMING BIRTHDAY K?
I DREADING MY LIFE FOR THE MOMENT.
i leading A COW's life NOW.
PLOUGHIN THE FIELDS
LIKE SOME STUPID
CUCKOO SHIT.
AM GONNA BE CUCKOO SHIT
VERY SOON.
AT THE RATE I AM GOING.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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/10:30 AM
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