Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Band exchange was well, good and bad. Good because it was really fun meeting the band members from Jurong sec but the bad side is well, a rather serious bad, we totally screwed up all the pieces. And i screwed up EVERYTHING. Hell i can play if i'm not that nervous! So i guess the bad wins and well, THE BAND EXCHANGE WENT BADLY. Okay whateverrrrrrrrrr. Anyway, the frenchhornists from Jurong secondary were all very friendly. Haha. And wow, they can play the horn really well. And i think i seriously need to brush up!!!! Exchanged scores with hayati. Lent her persis and she lent me mononoke to photocopy. (: Been searching for the score for AGES! Thanks! And lent cindy alvarma. Went searching for teachers to try to get into the general office, and thankgod we saw mr tang-.- He was kind enough to lent us the photocopy machine. Suprising though. Took a picture with them. Will post it once i got it. Bye peepo. |
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |