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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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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, August 22, 2008
To be, or not to be?

HELLO.

OMG.

literature today was boring.

chinese was stupid. at last, the teacher didn't call us "mu mu mu". duh, we read the passage, with SOUND, sounds stupid but ya, we actually produced some sound in unison. :D

legacy? we got scolded at the start by ms ng. bitch. if you, a teacher, have lost hope on us, then you are a real failure. my group performed. integrity.

recess was okay. just that assembling in the hall sucks, totally. 'L' square is shitty.

oral com was crazy. mr john has body odour. :D hahaha. his lesson is so boring eh.

after school was cranky. we stayed in class, the rest of the clique were thinking of where to study tomorrow. lol. then we went to parkway. didn't eat there. then when we at the steps sitting, yiying, the nice senior, shawn, eve and shaikha came in. so we went to KFC with them. folded hearts with straws. :D

training was canceled. cos it rained. hahahaha. we stayed there and slack. i played for awhile. then realised 2.4km got postponed. yays. daphne, sarah, eve, shawn and i went to the prata shop and the chairs at the fishes there and talk-talk, gossip-gossip. what to do? we're girls. lol. sarah is funny. she is afraid of netballers. lol. and sometimes, to get her attention, you got to use NETBALLERS to "scare" her first. :D after that, we went back to court, then sat there and slacked. lol. i finished my homework. :D yay. no homework for me over the weekends. sarah lent me her mp3 to listen. actually is she wanna listen, then i ask her for one side, then i realised my ears were too small for it. so i held it there with my hand. then she lent me both sides, and went to ball in the rain. lol. balling in the rain is fun. :D but i didn't want to get wet, today.

bus-ed home. hahaha. i've got tons of picture to upload, but im lazy eh.

okay. the table tennis match is on. obviously, our world no. 6 is losing to china's world no. 2.

hahaha. bbye. :D