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ever wondered why the top stories that hog the headlines daily are mostly death-related? looks like the world isn't such a great place after all. screw the extremists in iraq and elsewhere, really. its disgusting. blowing up each other here and there through car bombs, marching right into sacred places with arms, and worse still unfailing taking away fellow Iraqis' lives every single day. what on earth. just listened to chinese spring. i'm really freaking out right now. the feeling of insecurity. i don't know. gahhhh. time is running out. so i went for my first lesson today. bit of an enlightenment on how bad my basics really are; at least now i know. haha. i think we all dread having to produce the goods week in, week out. or rather, we dread not being able to do so. consistency. consistent tone, consistent tongue, consistent everything. some people have a headstart, like from an article i read the other day, there was this undoubted prodigy who conducted a band in the public at the age of 9. (What's wrong with you?! crazy guy. haha random.) like, wow. nevertheless, there's still so much more time to just work on everything else and let one's passion carry him or her through, till one breathes his last breath. just gotta keep going. sometimes i have this really baseless shiok feeling whenever chelsea wins another match and edges closer to the title, or when henin-hardenne captures yet another title, or when singapore surprisingly beats iraq 2-0, or when another big name leaves the theatre of dreams etc etc. aye so dumb. as if they would know or even care whether i'm glad for them or not. haha. okay la, back to maths. mep. econs. more than meets the eye. performed 19:18 ©
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