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TIQ.
I don't describe myself.
Sunday, September 9, 2007

im fucking tired of school.
i am serious.
i don't even know why i am working my big ass for all this.
fuck. it's so tiring. to be on top.
its all work work work.
projects projects projects.
and no holidays at all.
i am really fucking tired of school.
but i wanted it.
so bad. that i would do anything for it.
and look what it did to me.
i am losing my mind.
i am serious.
i am losing my mind.
someone.
just hold me and slap my face.
so i can just breathe normally again.
so i can be normal.
and be less hard on myself.
yar right atiqah.
trying to be the best.
always trying to be better.
always wanting to score.
always trying be such a perfectionist.
well face it Atiqah.
you just can't.
work my ass out.
and the fact is.
im still down here.




anyways anyhows.
window-shopped at Marina and
went vintage-bag-hunting at sungei road with the girls.
spent 6 bucks on a bag and a dress found.
tiring.but its alllllll goooooood.
they never fail to make me laugh.
macam semut kan orang.

my babes.

ASTARGHFIRULLAHALAZIM.

DANSE MACABRE.