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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, May 2, 2008

WHHHHOOOOOOOOOS.

okkays...
sean and his mum went on the same damn lift as i was today.
got a shock.
cos he go bartley, go school so early for WHAT?!
pai seh that i ran out of the lift today.
cos i missed the damn bus, and was ALMOST late for school.
chinese class was hyper.
everyone was suddenly luffing like mad today, and the cher found it weird.
music was BORING.
the relief teacher was so young, but yet so in-flexible, like some oldies.
my group gonna do our tableau thing the next lit lesson.
and oh ya.
got back the marks for the lit written test.
highest in class is like 20.
i got
18/25
72%
A2
lots of thanks to him. :D
one more bloody mark, i could have gotten A1.
WTH.
oks, no point being liddat.
recess was ok.
science.
tio lectured by the damn science teacher.
cos duno which MORON went to say that it was OK to skip his lesson, cos his lessons are
SLACK!!! <-- curse the damn arsehole.
ate mc chicken for lunch. :D
basketball
HAHAHAHAS.
didn't run 2.4km today.
so ya, it was relaxed?
i found it slack.
but dehydrated alot.
damn coach.
two 135 buses came at a go when going home.

well, gtgs. bbyes. (: