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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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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

HELLO.

this sucks, totally. one month was frigging like on Sunday, and till now, Tuesday; afternoon, i've not seen or heard you yet. argh. feel so exhausted from the wait to see you again..
there's stupid detention tomorrow. oh heck.

class was okay. at least, i DID NOT sleep during Physics and History. at least i think i didn't.. i was writing some stuffs i think. oh well. some HOD joined us for History. together with the cheenaChina teachers. oh well. Literature was retarded. failed attempt to fool the relief teacher. wanted to fool her in actually "thinking" that i was reading the book, while sleeping. so i lay down, and but the book on my face. then after a few minutes, Rachel said the book was upside down. what the hell. -.- hmm.. the chinese relief teacher from Cedar Girls' is frigging pissing. in chinese, she keeps on stressing how different TKG is from CGS. like, how lag we are in lessons.. lots of crap. oh well. it's CGS afterall. oh. my group's doing the story telling thing tmrw. 40% of ca. it's retarded.

the bus was frigging empty today. oh well. ate like 3 slices of papaya for lunch. lol. i must so get my strawberry pockey and coke lollipop afterwards. (:

bye.