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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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Monday, May 12, 2008

hi.

AHAHAHAHAS.

rachel; darling.
omfg, so damn les. lols. me and rachel were like saying this almost the whole day. dammit. hahas. and she wrote "yesiknowi'm FLY" on my hand. it was supposed to mean that i was cool or smth, and i thot it was FLY. as in the flying insect that flies around food irritatingly. and my uncle would use a rubber band to snap it away. turns out not. hahas. was like making the "flying" action. she luffed. oh ya. she kept on HICUPPING" too. lol la. then jodie and samantha were like pretending to ask what that noise was. poor her. i was sitting beside her and kept making fun of her. bleahhs. :P

had this maths test during maths lesson. DUH. it was averagely easy-hard. hope i get full marks. (: and mdm surayah started on this new chapter. chapter 9; ration, rate, speed. hahas. and jodie was like damn pathetic and urgent for a toilet after class. LOLS. so funny la. go toilet oso need company ones.

was going down the stairs to the side gate. had to squeeze through the secondary 3s. zhi ying and clara lim was pushing me from behind, like a blocker. WTF. then shu rui was right in fronta me on the stairs. almost freaking banged into her. and, felt SUPER short behind her. anyways, i AM shorter than her. hahahas. saw fiona after going down the stair. HAHAHAS. her eyes were like magnets. as though she was south pole and shu rui was north pole, kana attracted. -.-"

okkays, gtgs. bbye. (: