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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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Sunday, July 20, 2008

hello.

i see stuffs on my tagboard that i had rather explain myself than having people explaining it on my behalf. it's my tagboard, my blog, not yours.

i cant stop people from liking the number 13 and like some other number right?
i cant restrict people from liking what they like.
of cos, i am happy that they like my number, i mean like, its a natural reaction.
not trying to be all ego here.
i love my number.
its unique.
its nice.
its mine.
if ppl like your number, im happy for you.

im done with this. i dont wish to end up in an argument. because of numbers and small-minded-ness.

i went for tuition at bc today. when it ended, i walked out of the class, saw meng shuen. smiled at ea other, then left the place. had lunch. and im back home now. doing d&t work now. oh, i feel like writing my love for my number. i shall then.

13.



I LOVE YOU !

i took you cos i found you unique.
anws, you are.
i dont find you unlucky.
neither do i really totally believe 13's' have off days.
this number rocks.
it's everywhere.
it's nice.
and, it's mine.
not being all selfish, but, just a figure of speech?
mine, mine, mine.
:P

shall end here. cos i think some ppl will come tagging my blog disagreeing with MY thoughts. and start voicing their opinions everywhere. i dont realy care what you guys think about my number, i just look at it, reason it out, and forget.

gtg. BYE !