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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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Saturday, May 31, 2008

HELLOS.

sheesh. my legs are all pain from the standing on the bus. from Vivo City to my house. wth.

anyway, actually, today can go out with the guys. then leon, went to say that girls can't go. like wtf. HE was the one who invited us can? -.="

so went to Sentosa with my grandma. like, bored? kept on raining. then was walking half way away from the beach to the 7-11, then **CLAP** rain drops fell like crazy. then, i can't be bothered to open my umbrella, so, i ran to the shelter like all the other teenagers there. then my grandma over there walking slowly with her ALL-SO-YELLOW umbrella walking slowly towards me at the shelter. like, diaos. and we wanted to catch the musical fountains, but show cancelled due to technical problems. no pictures. phone is near to dead. didn't bring camera.

and on the "train" from vivo to Sentosa, the guy went to BLAST his music. then his friend over the other side went to "shhhh" alot of times, then he turned the music down. i was luffing at him. (: the music was so nice la. wth. go and turn it down. >"<

alot of whistl-ing heard today, at Sentosa. girl desperate. -.="

&& NOTE !

there is a box in the middle of the road opposite Vivo city. it should be still there, else, it would have been removed, or, an accident has occured. touch wood! (:

i am not joking. like the box just fell out from the car in the middle of nowhere.

my sister's coming back from China tomorrow. wth. so fast. trust me to actually miss her at the start. now, i don't. hahas.

anyway, i wanna go sleep. bbye(: