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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, November 9, 2008
Freak you.

HELLO.

oh well. i guess, i landed myself in deep shit. my one and only piller to lean on ever since 3-4 months ago is doubting me. i guess, it's only right that he has doubts. oh well. be mentality prepared pamela. nobody's going to care.

anw. had tuition at british council today. and it was horrible. the damn teacher made me apologise in front of the class to him at the start of the lesson. how thick skinned. and all i did was giggleda tiny bit, and he made me stand outside class for an hour. what the hell. he is obviously being biased. he just hate me.

had lunch. went to singapore post to get new spectacles for my mother. then. went to parkway to shop for clothes. i swear that shorts are still the best. (: back at home.

oh. my mother slept with me one night. and we'd this short convo.

"wj work one day, earn how much?"
"uhm. one hour, six dollars or something. why?"
"nothing. *asks another question.*"
"*answers*-sniffsniffsniff-"
"are you crying?"
"uhm.. not really."

oh god.

oh. i so want to play for the friendly match. but i'll most probably be in taiwan by then. ):

gtg. bye.