That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile 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? Tagboard Credits ©Glamouresque.	Thursday, August 21, 2008 HELLO. omg. today was okay? i can't really remember what happened. i am like all sweating. no, i didn't run around the neighbourhood like mad, i just did 2 hours of homework without the fan. and ya, my room is quite stuffy. so, i am all sweaty. and it's like 11.15 pm. oh god. should i take a bath? yes. oh, during assembly, daphne told me something about ms ngo. i forgot about it. but i guess it's dman retarded. like, what do you expect from a ngohiang cum bringal? anw, assembly was stupid. i think. talking about drama, talking about EOYs. stress. wahahaha. we're back on the FIRST floor. :D oh yea. mdm seah should soooo miss me calling her name everytime i skip pass the art room. :D i miss the windy classroom, but being on the FIRST floor compensates for it. :D i guess, heck, the current classroom is like frigging inconvenient. argh. we need to climb like 4 stories up to the art room. three, to the science lab. hahaha. no more ms ngo (hiang) staring up at the class from the lab. :D no more "spying" on mdm seah. oh. and rachel, sadly, is like still living in the year OHSEVEN. oh god. what a unique way of writing the date indeed. and, UNIQUE = U*** wahahahaha. i think you can simply understand this, if you are sarahting and jodiepoh. :D my temptation. god. there's training tomorrow. and 2.4km, napfa. i wanna shoot again. but definitely not 100 freethrows like on wednesday's. gtg. BYE. :D