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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, November 29, 2008
Nightmares.

hello.

i am going to post in small letters today. :D haha. early morning, was woked up my mother. & i wanted to go bugis, but my 2 other siblings just had to tag along, so i dropped that idea. was blog hopping round the computer when this guy came to the door saying, "hello, singtel." & the only people home were me and my grandfather. freaking scary. didn't open the door though, and just said the phone was doing fine. he freaking didn't believe me and even went to call the house number.

argh. i'm stuck at home doing the dreamweaver thingy. yeah, as if dreams can be weaved. talking about dreams, i freaking dreamnt of st. gabriel secondary last night. & it was so freaking weird. i dreamnt that the school had a macdonalds in it as a canteen, and the guys weren't gay, hard to believe huh? wild thoughts run wild only in dreams.

oh. msn-ed sean in the afternoon yesterday, which explains the tag on the tagboard. :D he just can't stop blabbling about his girlfriend in the whole ocnversation. "cos i really love her." please. like i'm interested in knowing how much a guy loves a girl at secondary one. rubbish. haha. his obsessed with her. :O & he says i'm emo. ): i've not cut for about a month already, i think. last sip of alcohol was on the 19th of nov midnight. :P cheap beer from the airport. :D god damn i'm not 18. D:

.. got to rush. bye.