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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
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Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.

22 March 2009 | 5:34:00 PM

I have been mugging my laurels off these past few days, trying to cram everything inside me but I've to admit that I'm gonna burst soon - physically and emotionally. When I'm pressured to do something, I eat (though I still wonder where all the amount of food go to because I've just been declared UNDERWEIGHT. How nice -.-). Although I know I work well when pressured, it's a very stressful feeling to be in. As much as I try to tell myself, everything's going to be well, I think I really need to be honest with myself - NO, EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE WELL (at this rate, at the very least). I know I'm a huge fan of procrastinating and I don't deny the fact that I think half of the student body in Singapore are professional procrastinators (Oh yes, you are).

RAH my mind is like going zzzzOOOOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmm every few seconds that I don't even know what I'm thinking already. Just to let you know, I have 3 hours of Mathematics and 3 hours of English Literature and I've to hand in the Art Coursework (it's due on Tuesday but I've no papers on Tuesday so, there's no way I'm going back to college just to hand it in by 8AM). I am such a toot. Seriously.

Breathe slow, Syahrul. Count from 1 to 10, with your eyes close. Because Syahrul never loses his compo-oh-oh-sure. Heh I think that song really works when you feel like letting everything go. Oh boy, I've been juggling with doing Math, Literature and Art the whole day. I'm super tired and super hungry. I neeeeeeeeed nourishment to save me for the next 14 hours before the first paper.

Okay best.





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