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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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Thursday, March 19, 2009

I'm a walking nightmare/
Lets start this all over again.

Here's the reason i cried so many times yesterday. Flunked my piano exam, despite practising really hard for it. Really. I've practise 5 hours straight and i've never done that in my entire life before. Never. From grade one to seven, i'm always the one who didnt bother to practice becos, well frankly becos i dont like piano. Who will? If you have parents who'll only praise your brother and look at you like you're some shit who cant play it properly. I daresay i flunked it becos i was afraid. Very afraid. To an extend i cant even play a simple thing properly. Oh did i mention? I get occasional blank out too. Sigh. But the pieces was okay. At least not as bad as the scales and the aural. Please god. Just let me pass.

Cooked spaghetti for lunch. Lol. I'm quite nauseous, having ate spaghetti yesterday. And today. Euuw. Yesterday was sooo fun. :D
Okay i run out of things to blog.
Ta~
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay