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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.

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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07 March 2008 | 10:07:00 PM
FUCK

I'm just so sick of this feeling.
I want to cry like really badly and just scream my worries off.
I can't stand this feeling anymore.

_________, you cause me to be like this.
I want to bite you like gah!

I wish life now is the same as those kindergarten days.
I miss them like fuck.

I'm getting so broke.
Massive phone bills, calculator, literature books.
And I'm using my own freaking account money!
I need financial assistance for myself, really.

I feel so frustrated like oh-my-god!
I feel like punching someone in the groin till it hurts real bad.
I'm having a sickening migraine.

I feel so vulgar right now, I feel so sinful.
I've sinned too much that no one really cared to correct me.
I'm a mtf-ing loser.

Fuck you luh, assholes.

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