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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? (By the person who did this skin)
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Monday, July 25, 2011



Fucking want watch Transformers badly.
Saturday, last NE show.
Next Sat, preview, shiok ah.
Ending soon. Looking and not looking forward.
Looking forward cos free my Saturdays.
Not looking forward cos will miss a lot of people there and memories there.
I still fucking hate the shrilly girl.
Today in class, mostly slack.
Learnt some new dance moves from Dom Dom and Sheryn.
Firstly, Dom taught me, I'm Yours.
Sheryn taught me Billionaire.
Both are very hard for me.
Know they put in a lot of effort into dancing...
Not easy feat at all.
To people, you don't leave to please others.
You live to please yourself.
You life is not to be put in others but yourself.
You yourself holds the key to all the major and minor events in life so get a hold of YOURSELF.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay