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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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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Happy.

Hello. :D

I am back. (:

& I am super nervous.

I couldn’t really sleep last night, or rather this morning at about 1am. I called Jodie at around midnight but I guess she was most probably sleeping. She returned the call early morning, which woke me up. I am still tired, but I just can’t fall asleep. Haha. I love my bolster. (: Forgive my randomness. But I think that is so nice to hug. Lol. Oh. I am so scared of the friendly match. Winning is what I daren’t think off. Dunman secondary, 2008 East Zone C’ girls 1st. How to win? I’m super nervous. ):

During the trip, there was this night where we stayed in this bungalow up the mountains. Lol. It was super cold, in fact freezing. The bed’s got a warmer. (: It made me giddy though. & on the sofa there is this BIG teddy bear. It’s huge in fact. The super big kind, it’s so huggable. If only I can bring it home, I won’t know where I can put it anyway. On my bed, on the chair, on the sofa?

I’ve got a few more songs of Jay, from the driver we hired in Taiwan. He copied some to the thumb drive. (:

The flight back was not very nice. The polytechnic people had so many hand luggage that there wasn’t enough overhead compartment to put theirs. Thus their things were “all over” the place. For example they took like ¼ of the plane, their hand luggage took about ½, I’m not exaggerating. Then there is this old man who shift sits and sat behind me kept on banging the table, open close open close, and kicking my chair, so damn irritating.

Oh. Today the results of the PSLE are going to be released. At 12 pm. I wanted to tag with my cousin or shadow to go and see who would be the highest in the primary school and what the mark would be like. But, I’d rather use the computer. Can’t wait to drill any one of them later. If they make it to my house before 1.15pm. (:

I’m still nervous.

BYE! (: