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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, September 7, 2008
Go and Sleep.

HELLO.

haha. woke up early today. checked my phone. replied an sms. off to Sentosa island. like, as if i want to go there.. plus, need to wake up earlier, on a Sunday. no tuition today.

oh well. sat at the beach. talked and chatted. my mother and grandma just can't stop teasing me. D: so sickening. it's like, every time they open their mouth, i sure get teased. enough can? bus-ed around the island with my grandma. its better than sitting down and rotting under the hot sun. i think i burnt my skin a little. oh well.

somebody sms-ed something so so wrong. :P

oh. i didn't really get the forward messages by jamie, from jodie and nicole.

went to vivo after Sentosa. oh god. we sort of walked around it to find my grandmother, who "abandoned" us from Sentosa with my brother. oh. had lunch there. went to giant to get some food. and, got moon cakes from this shop at this place. haha. and, back home. to sleep. i was so tired.

then.. went to my mother's mum house. grandma. ya. had dinner. watched tv. and back home.

home. started tidying my study table for the new term. whoa. and, found alot of rubbish and stuffs. cleared them. and, i finished my history homework. well, sort of. haiz. i hate it. tomorrow is the start of a new school term, the last and final term of the year. the most torturing and the most relaxing term of the year. oh well. i hate tomorrow. need to carry a pile of books to school. haha. okay.

it's 11.35pm.

shall go and sleep. i am so going to have panda eyes tomorrow. oh no.

GOODNIGHT. :D