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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.

30 September 2008 | 6:27:00 PM
Like Me

ZOMG, can I feel anymore suckier?
I want to study, I want to do well for Promos.
But this stupid mind won't cooperate with me.
I wish someone would slap me.


And make me cry, badly.




Everything you do is like me
From the head to the feet like me
Try to talk like me
Try to walk like me
Try to get all the girls on the floor like me

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05 September 2008 | 5:58:00 AM
Like you'll never see me again

I know I've to reserve all comments for now.
But I just have to say this: "Children" should really stop self-mutilating themselves.
I had read an article in the newspaper saying the increasing number of Singapore "children" mutilating themselves, and the number is quite worrying.

I mean you actually hurt yourself to seek attention?
Can I suggest a new, harmless way to do that?
Like do a strip dance in Orchard Road or do a cheer leading act in your bikini in your school or something.
Really, I bet you that's enough attention you'll need.
Maybe even more than you imagined (think: cheeky ah peks)

Yes, I know you're emotionally unstable and you're not in the right mind.
But that doesn't account for the physical pain that you've inflicted to yourself.
Like if you're so bloody desperate to seek attention from your parents, just scream.
Or die.
I won't want to see bleeding human beings while walking in Orchard Road.
That is disgusting and really disturbing.

Singaporean teenagers should really do some thinking, I tell you.
The world do not owe you a living nor your own parents.
So, stand on your own two feet and get a purposeful life going.
Because there's only one thing you can depend on and that's GOD.

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10 July 2008 | 1:50:00 AM
Beautiful

Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, i saw debris
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed

I thought life was getting better.
But I was wrong time and time again.
This feeling sucks, the feeling of being worn down to the core.
Sometimes, as cliche as it may sound, I wish I could stop time.
Maybe a minute or two for a one-two-breathe moment.

Or maybe, all I need is time management.
And refrain from the lazy procrastination bug that seems to bite me every time.
But still, the amount of work load is awesome (in a negative connotation).

Oh boy, I'm missing too many people.
And I'll be all alone tonight.
I really need the company, please.

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10 June 2008 | 8:29:00 PM
Heaven

And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart




I've been a mugger for the past few days.
And it's a very tiring job.
I think I'm gonna burst soon, in a bad way.
If you know what I mean.




I'm confused.
I want you to tell me true.

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30 May 2008 | 10:49:00 PM
Love Story

It was confessional.
Personal between us.

But separation brings the worst in people.
I'm confused.
Too many things going on I guess.

R, it's not you.
It's me.

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21 May 2008 | 8:23:00 PM
Shake it Off

I feel so god-damn lethargic in school.
So, during my only 30mins break between lessons, I slept at the grand stand.
And no, I didn't snore.


HAHA anyway, I'am very distracted in lectures and tutorials today.
R was in my mind all day, for I have no reasons why.

Outta my, outta my head, get you outta my head...

Yeah, and MCS EXCO elections went well I guess.
But I'm not hoping too much.
Okay, Syahrul will stop and get back to his mugging mode.




(P.S: Individual report was horrendous. Only a few 'A's, please)

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25 April 2008 | 11:09:00 PM
Ready to Lose You

Tomorrow's the day.
9am to 10pm.

Syahrul, hold on.





wtfwtfwtf i fucking miss you.

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19 March 2008 | 10:50:00 PM
Chemistry

I'm stress, period.

I refuse to talk about it, think about you.
But maybe thoughts are just hard to get by.
So I do, I do still think about you.
The times we were together.
I felt loved then, now it's just hellos & goodbyes.

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