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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, September 23, 2008
I Miss You.

HELLO.

argh.

I MISS HIM.
I WANT HIM.
I NEED HIM.

D:

haha. okay. it's music now. oh whoa. i think we're going to have a "gossip section" or something. i guess, talking about how stupid china is, to put plastic into our milk. D: screw them. i want my ice-cream. haha.

went into class super high today. talking about.. me seeing BOTAK yesterday on the bus back home. YAY. ya, i saw him yesterday. WHOOOOOOO. haha. the guilt in me is gone. haha. fine. i didn't ignore him the other time, but, i thought he was the one who ignore me. OH WELL. since, he and zhi ying both said that i ignore him.. i shall admit it luh. haha. zhi ying was scanning him or something. looks up, and down. "WHOA. RICH KID EH. he's wearing NIKE shoe." *looks at the big black tick on his shoe.* fine, zhi ying, i know you like him. :D haha. BOTAK, has hair. what am i supposed to call him now eh? some more right, his hair grows frigging fast. haha. he looked emo on the bus. looking out at the window and listening to music. heck. it's no my business anwyay, what can i do about it? hello. BOTAK with HAIR.

haha. ms ng let us use the computer, freely. free period luh.

bye. :D