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

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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. 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, April 25, 2008

lalalalas.

BACK FROM THE BBALL MATCH. omfg, nanyang got trashed my hwa chong. it's expected.

then, the serangoong and forgot who played. forgot the winner, ALSO. haix.

but, 1 thing for sure, bball training was stupid. SO, SO, SO, SO stupid. (:

and 2nd, just finishe a BIG bowl of maggie noodles, after my heavy dinner. WTH. i so duno how to control myself. gonna stay up late to wait for the food to be digested, then can go sleep lerhs. (: weird but ya, i am gonna to. lols.

oh ya, SARAH TING went to smack my back so hard and loudly during bball, b'cos i snatched the bball from her, and she had to run some rounds. WTH.

daphne, went to type the wrong number to her phone, and dialed. we were supposed to call ms khoo, then wrong number. the guy call back. wth. daphne made me answer the call. the, i was like stammering, cos the guy answered like, cheerfully?! it went like,

him :: hello ~
me :: urm, i.. i... think i dialed the wrong number.
him :: oh ! ok ~
me :: ya, sorry, bye.
him :: ya, bye~

omg larhs. sound so happy when got a worng call. lols.

gtgs. now. bbyes.