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And while he wishes he could escape this. But it all seems so contagious. Not to be yourself and faceless. And a song that has no soul. And while she wishes she was a dancer. And that she'd never heard of cancer. She wishes God would give her some answers. And make her feel beautiful. Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped. Wednesday, June 28, 2006. Welcome to Illyria, welcome, welcome, welcome.". Monday, June 26, 2006. JULIETTE IS LEAVING FOR HONGKONG SOMETIME IN AUGUST! Ok I shall talk abou...

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And while he wishes he could escape this. But it all seems so contagious. Not to be yourself and faceless. And a song that has no soul. And while she wishes she was a dancer. And that she'd never heard of cancer. She wishes God would give her some answers. And make her feel beautiful. Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped. Friday, August 19, 2005. Ha okay fine. maybe im a little too enthu ba. but 15% of our psle english is over! Shi kai. goodness. as if i havent seen enough of him al...Kao m...

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And while he wishes he could escape this. But it all seems so contagious. Not to be yourself and faceless. And a song that has no soul. And while she wishes she was a dancer. And that she'd never heard of cancer. She wishes God would give her some answers. And make her feel beautiful. Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped. Tuesday, September 27, 2005. Ahh bet you will go to sleep dreaming about angels and fairies and flowers and butterflies and rainbows and whatnot (:. I am so insulted.

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; thinking of you.

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Friday, June 16, 2006. Love is never overrated. I've never been in love, yeah, I know, but there's still my family and all my friends around me to prove it. Well Is there any other reason why a person would do erratic things completely out of their usual habits just to make that other person happy? Is there any other thing that can make you feel like the luckiest person on earth, when you feel that warm, fuzzy feeling from the top of your head to the tip of your tingling toes? There is no other reason.

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Saturday, July 29, 2006. Perhaps, a simple word with complicated feelings. Or so it may seem. Longing for happy used-to-bes. What, exactly am I longing for? Memories of past friendships, happiness of naivete, maybe. Yet, am I not these things now? Am I deprived of friends, family, happiness and love? These things, things that are swallowed up by a void of emptiness that seemingly can't be filled. An emptiness that may never be filled. By anything else, except, perhaps, by Someone. To let go of him. What ...

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; thinking of you.

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Saturday, February 11, 2006. Saturday, 11th February 2006. How many times have you stopped yourself, looked up from whatever you were doing, and wonder what you're doing with your life? I know I've touched upon this subject not long ago but I didn't go too much into it. Now I really really want to clarify on this thing. I want to save lives. I want to help people. Maybe I can invent more vaccines that needn't be refridgerated nor costly and ship them over to some country short of them, like Ethopia.

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; thinking of you.

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Monday, January 23, 2006. Fine This is the second time I posting in less than the same hour. But something suddenly crossed my mind. Don't you think it's funny how people sort of never miss what they have until they lose it? Scratch that. It's not funny at all. It's plain sad. I miss New Zealand. I remember when I was in NZ, all I could think about was going home, typing, strumming, lying in my own bed again . I was blind to Someone all along, and when I left, I finally realised what I lost. I remember I...

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; thinking of you.

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Saturday, September 30, 2006. When I was nine years old, I discovered the joy of writing. I discovered that I could recreate fantasies in storybooks that I had loved so much. I discovered that it was . a thrill ride, manipulating the characters, weaving imaginary tales, all with a flick of my wrist (sort of). I was ten years old. And I was foolish. To think of myself as blessed with the incredible gift of writing! Ha Now I can only reminisce in anger, at my bogus ten year old self. Sometimes, perhaps, wh...

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Thursday, August 31, 2006. Perhaps, when I draw my last breath, it will be alone, as I lie in a hospital bed, swathed in sheets as the tv glares in the dark, muted. Perhaps, I will die with fright and despair embedded in me, as the car in which I sit, plummets into a tree; and the windscreen smashes, and I am lost forever. Or, perhaps, I will die, without even knowing I have left. I could close my eyes to go to sleep, and never wake up again. I woke up the next day, with amber sunlight streaming through ...

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006. And perhaps it's normal. It is, i guess. no? But yet, why do I revel in this - this world where nothing can reach you? This place, feared but fascinating, where the rest of the world means nothing, where it's just you, the air and the trees and no one else. Songs, ballads. all were made about this faraway place, belting of the emptiness, the heartbreak and the blackness. It is in this world where i sleep in. But it never does. I try to suppress this quiet joy within my empty ...