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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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Saturday, April 5, 2008

yo peoples.

sians. was 'cooped' at home for almost the WHOLE ENTIRE weeek.

today went to the temple to pray. sians. it was 4hours ago, and i STILL smell of smoke. bleahhs. common wealth there. near holland. lols. number 27. my great-grandfather. omfg. what a superb memory i have siiax. i am being sarcastic.

lalalas. my bro is playing playstation in the dark at 2.30 noon. siao. say too bright, cun play. what crap is that man. i stink like rotten eggs. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW.

well, tkgs is ok. yesterday was sports day,

4 x 400m, 4th position. the first, is simply too fast i MUST say.
4 x 100m, 6th position. urm, could have been bttr?

anyways, so, ya, din have bball training yesterday. sians. my shooting is starting to suck. keep on air-ing. the senior which i blocked on wed said that my hand too long, then switch people block me. WHAT CRAP IS THIS?! then, the fucking coach keep on calling my 'group' to go up and play. then we were like, why us always? he say the other groups not ready. bloody shit larhs. we rested for like only less the 5 min, while they sit there like ages, and say that they not prepared leh!!! and LOLS. sarah is SCARED of xae-rl. what the heck la. she scary mehhs? just has an attitude prob niax i guess..

wells, gtgs now, bbyes!