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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, October 11, 2008
Unreasonable.

HELLO.

was having a nap. exams are over. nothing to do, sleep luh. can grow at the same time anyway. (: woked up when my brother came into the room telling my sister to help him with the playstation. cos no one wanted to play with him. then my sister was studying. and no way am i going to let her play. so i sort of sacrificed and volunteered. (: i stared at the tv, didn't know what to do. cos it's been super long since i last played it. ): so i sort of stoned there. and soon got the hang of it.

went for lunch at Tampines Safra. the buffet restaurant there. and when i was bored cos i finished eating quite fast, then the rest of the family were still like taking their own sweet time. especially my grandmother la. everyone else eating ice cream already, she over there still eating the vegetable. plus right, it was just ordered. so ya. i found a plate on the table, with 2 sushi. i didn't know whose it was. so i wanted to play with it. i took the nearest knife and poked it through.. actually, i wanted to like dig the fish out or something. then i turned the sushi, i saw a strand of hair. i was like OHMYF*CK. then. i raised my hand and gave it to the waitress which passed it to the chef. the f*cking chef didn't even bother to apologise la. f*ck him. asshole. anyway.

my mum saw my blogskin. and was like ..

MUM "UNSEPERABLE LOVE HUH?!"
ME "it's just the blogskin."
MUM " I TELL YOU AH. YOU KNOW NEWSPAPER GOT HOW MANY TEENAGE KENA PREGNANT NOT?!"
ME "ya, i know? but. i'm not one of them. am i?"
MUM "YOU DON'T MAKE ME QUIT MY JOB AND BRING YOU HOME EVERYDAY HOR."
ME *can't be bothered anymore.*

i am so screwed. apparently, my grandmother is quite cool la. morning right. somehow. MR AWJ is a favourite topic that my mother just LOOOOOVVVVVEEEEES to talk about. eeeeew. it's okay mum, if you want him, i can give up. *sobsobsob* "daddy" EEEEEEYER. anw. so ya, morning right. my mother brought him up again. then my grandmother was telling her to, "aiyahhh. kan kai yi dian, kan kai yi dian." i was like, "OHMYGOSHZXCX." i think i'm starting to love my grandmother lots. (:

i'm like on msn with Jing Yi. and she and her egoness can KILL me. she is like saying how cute, bubbly and pretty she is. and i had to "admit" it. oh well. so ya. she took pictures of it and sending them to me now.

went to my friend's blog just now. and there is this random "passer-by" in her blog. she's her boyfriend's ex. and, she is obviously jealous of my friend? i guess. apparently,

EVERYONE THINKS WHEN A TEENAGE GUY+GIRL = SEX.

oh well. bye. ):