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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

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?

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Friday, February 29, 2008

hello everybody..

deleted some nonsense from my tagboard. people who are scared of basketball, or maybe balls, ( wah, how to do sex? ) to come here and, "claim to fame". waloa~ sound so historical. anyway, she is.

so, posting this during science lesson. everyone is blind, cannot read the words on the screen, need hearing aids. lols. feeling damn sian, though this is the last lesson of the day. ^^ but, still got buddy session and bball. i think i most slightly need to miss 3omins of the buddy session. cos i need to rush home to take pe shirt. didn't bring to school to day, cos i forgot. DUH. and besides, my bag is extremely heavy. so, ya, need to clear load. anyways, the science cher is like walking everywhere the lab. so must be careful. just now open too much internet explorer got caught le. sheesh. i so miss pri sch. secondary school sucks, especially because i am in a girls' school, so ya, i must admit, a school wuithout guys is much more boring then a mix school. and vice versa. dying in boredom now. though i am blogging. ai yo eh. i am like repeating my lines.

and, jamie is not in school today. lols. her literauture group is like the last to perform. every group perform le. hahaahas. we are all stress free. after all the cas have finished. && i got 23.5 + 3 for sci, over 40. kinda sucky but got a +3 mark after ther cher remarks.

gtgs now.. bbyes!