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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?
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Monday, November 26, 2007

Long long day today.
*Sigh*
Had sectionals at 1.30pm. I was late for 5mins i guess, chongrui's late for 20 mins and the girls, 5mins and 10mins.
-.-
Looks like us frenchhornist cannot be on time-.- Except ian i supposed.
Anyway, sectionals in school and sculpture park was both sucky and well, i don't wish to elaborate.
Hadn't been blogging this few days. Oh well.
Had sectionals with zixin and choonkun on saturday. Mostly practiced my own pieces cuz well, zixin's busy teaching choonkun some MAJOR HUGE DIFFICULT part(which it isn't really that difficult at all-.-) for the whole entire sectionals. -.-
Had lunch afterwards. Thank you choonkun, for being ever so PATIENT and not complaining while i SLOWLY DEVOUR my food. Hell. Cancel all that!
-.-
Some pictures he took:

He told me to pronouce it and i said:" Pu-pu-pe"

After some thorough investigation. We, the dumb dumb finally realised it's Banana-.-

Guess which is mine?
Guess correctly, i've give you.... NOTHING!-.- And guess wrongly, don't expect me to give you anything-.-

I happen to be really mad and pointed my middle finger-.-

Last thursday
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay