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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?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Finally, it's over.

Hullo peeeepos. Okay, i'm going to blog alright? So don't make false accusions. Hoohum.
Things are pretty hectic recently. Well, homework is pilling up, and soon, it'd be even taller than mount everest! Tchers are crazy. Huum. We're human, just like them! So why on earth do they want to give us sooo much homework!. Ffft. It's driving me crazy.
Hokkaaaay. I shall give you a brief summary of the week's event:
Saturday: Nothing much. Lol, i daresay i've quite forgotton what happen. Lol. Oh yeah. I watched The mummy return. Nice show(:
Sunday: Went for a 2hour piano lesson. Ho. I almost went nuts from playing the SAME part for like minimum 3 parts? Tsk. Nothing much anyway. Oh and i've quite made up my mind. It's over, and i shall not waste anymore time liking you anymore. Darn pointless. Well, at least, there's the good memories. So goodbye, and hello to my new love life! I LOVE FRENCHHORN! Lol.
Monday: MrNICHOLAS!$)(*% gave me 16/30 for my compo. Oh wow, thanks eh. And he POINTED out 3 mistakes which i argued, stating that i AM correct. Tsssk. And guess what, he went to ask murali and hey! I AM correct! Ffffft. Whatthefark. Hate him to the core. Urrrrgggggggh.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay