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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Adeline!, 12021995


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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June 1, 2009

OMG I NEARLY DIED FROM LAUGHING HAHAHHAHAHAHAH.
firstly, is the indian kia, then, THE PUDDING LOL.
cos i wanted to eat pudding. then i go take, open, a lot of syrup ma, so i want to pour away the syrup. so i happily pouring and talking at the same time. LOL THEN SUDDENLY ' PLOP' the pudding went straight to the basin. OMG LOL. LOL. i was like WTF SHIT. LOL. somemore the basin got soap la.-.- LOL omg man. LOL.
then then, my dad. LOL. he was talking with my mom. then i not listening la, then suddenly i heard my mom, ' is LOBSTER LA' then i OMG WHAT HE SAY?! LOL. then she tell me say, dunno la! he pronounced as LOSTER, LOSTER. if not that what, ROASTER. LOL. OMG at first i wanted to drink ribena, then i hold the cup until going pour alr. LOL faster put down and laugh like mad. then suddenly, after like 30 sec, glenn started laughing. LOL LAGGER. AHHAHHA. then dad come scold us say, 'ask us to study, in the end, go laugh at me.' LOL. omg cant take it. tonight a lot of funny stuffs. AHHAHAHA
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay