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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.
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Monday, October 22, 2007

weekends are over again. and monday blues are back on my bed.

tonsils aching. bad blocked nose. slight fever. cum no voice with endless painful coughing. Thats how Im feeling now.

weekends was rather happening huh.
Fridae after work was bugis with on, daughter and teck. had no intentions to drink at all. but yea. we ended up drinking. -.- went to drop by bottoms, and i wasnt let off by isabelle darling. laughs. fun! ((:

saturadae was rotting at home, meeting up with fiq for a one-stop train ride, and him for dinner. headed to pat's house to meet the rest there. and it was 'moutain time!'

HO. tell me about it. we had hell lots of experiences. dammit. back to joes at night. and i headed for lala land at 0600hrs on sunday.

train trip with egg back to bedok, and carrot caked at 1200hrs at bedok interchange. by which we were so like zombie, and I headed home while egg went over to his aunties.

sleeep.household chores.dinner was up next at home.

and my weekends ended with a smile.

to sarahann.hanbin.ng.
where the hell are you guys. laughs. we need to go out please. ):
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay