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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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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Thank you, Kevin.

HELLO.

it's Saturday. :D
it's raining.
it's kind of cold.
it's cool.
it's nice.
it's anything, but what i don't like.
it's wet.
it's the sound of rain drops falling.
it's the sound of lightning and thunder.

I'm bored.
I'm going to call a random guy to yell to.
I'm going to make whoever that is going to be suffer my random shouting.
I'm going to make whoever that is love it.
I'm going to make whoever that is to think i am mad.
I'm dialing his number now.
I'm talking to him.
:D

hahahaha. eh, don't think i am really mad kay? oh no, he is making me think that he is mad. :D

anyway, woke up early for a Saturday today. hahaha. what happened at night was funny. i was sleeping on the bed. then, i heard the fan drop onto the floor. i guess it vibrated all the way down. sounds wrong, but ya, it dropped onto the floor. i woke up, cos i heard it fall. then i realised my window wasn't close and rain was splashing on my leg. so i covered my leg with my blanket and went back to sleep. ya, without closing the window, even though it was raining like hell, and without picking my fan up. :D i am pro.

went to this place after i brushed my teeth and stuffs. then the monks were like chanting. oh well. i guess they brought me there for a brainwash. all and all, just listen, agree on the surface, and make plans below, in my heart. :D

hahahahahahaha. i got no idea why and who i am like feeling to high now. okay, maybe a lot more positive than before. a lot, a lot, a lot more. no, nothing to do with the brainwash. I've been in this state of the mind since we moved to the forth floor? i guess random calling of teacher's name is damn fun. and hopping around school after school and waiting for cca is fun. :D i am mad.

okay, the guy just called me crazy. ):

BYE. :D