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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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Friday, October 10, 2008
You're just another guy.

HELLO.

yesterday was rather funny. the school had this talk on feminine hygiene talk. hazel won a packet of pantie liners. and Jodie wanted it so badly. barijah (bavithra) got 2 bottles of things? the talk had this video on putting tampons on. it was so gross. anyway. i am bored. real bored. bored. bored. bored.

today's elearning. -.-

hais. thought that i could have a long holiday, from today, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. but end up, Monday got training. oh well.

BASKETBALL TRAINING.
8.30 - 11.30am.
Meet at computer lab 4.

I'm like currently snacking on a bowl of strawberries. it's one full bowl can? i washed and cut them up into small pieces. my sister was teasing me saying..

SIS: "your mouth that small ah?"
ME: "ya. the smallest in the clique." which is true la.
SIS: "really meh?" *compares*
ME: "big fat lips you've got there."
SIS: "whatever. small only what."
ME: *laughs* "and the most kissable one too. bleh."

that's what the clique says anyway. kissable lips. come one. every one's lips can be kissed okay? but i think frenching is nice when you have a long tongue. LOL.

anyway. i clipped my fringe up today. then the clip kept on coming down. so i used a hairband. my mum must so love it, i don't care. :O haha. she said that i can't walk outside with my fringe down, especially at serangoon. cos she went to the macdonalds there once, and she saw tons of people with their fringe down, covering their eyes and in a whole groupgang. then right, she is afraid that they go and make trouble, and when i walk in the streets people will mistake me as part of them, and bash me up. WHOA WHOA WHOA.

haha. bye.