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Cukur rambut.
Saturday, April 25, 2009 @ 8:29 PM

Muhd. Isyraf Bin Rizzaudin,



Today I was forced to wake up at 10.30 and get ready for th cukur rambut at nenek 's hse. I had an emotional breakdown, idk why, out of a sudden I just burst out crying. Talk about wrong timing. Then nenek ask me to go round and put minyak atta on everyone 's hands. Did that, ate and slacked. I fell asleep on nenek 's bed and only woke up at 4? Heh. Then went home and slack. I 'm friggin' fed up. I 'm so tired dealing with so many problems. Haiz, I ought to put them aside and concentrate on th upcomming mid-year examination first. Let th thinking part be placed aside. Exams are comming! *runs around in circles* I better start with revision, even tho I 'm so lazy to do so.