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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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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, January 17, 2009
All it took.

Hello! :D

Urgh.
Cca Promotion was kind of... boring.
Thank god I wasn't at the basketball court when the little imp's class went.

Jamie, Jodie and I went to visit Hazel, Cassie and Rachel at the netball court before everything started.
Apparently, we weren't excactly welcomed there.
Oh my, ____ is ____.

Cheer up Rachel! :D

So, we scrammed and made ourselves literally disappear from the netball court.
Somehow, I think there is some problem with the 2 Ccas.
Oh man..

We went to the NPCC booth.
Sat on the grass, watched people slide down the.. uh.. super steep slide.
Tennis at the basketball court beside the canteen.
We were like promoting each other's Cca within ourselves- the secondary 2s-4s.
The secondary 1s were still in the hall with their mummies.
Aww.
So, it's kind of stupid.
There's this secondary 4 that keep on telling people to join dance.
She's kind of irritating.
Oops.

Yiying and her,
"ehhh. take picture with me."
Oh man, her friend has huge boobs- size of soft balls.
Lol.. Jamie tried to "imitate".
It didn't look as "convincing" though.

Lunch at Magic Wok.
Adeline has a stalker.
:O
Lol.
We talked about our spies at home.
Our dear younger sibling.
Gross shit.

English and science tuition after that.
Shan't blab anymore about the stupid teacher.
The science teacher was kind of weird today.
He was talking to himself the whole time.

Duck rice for dinner.
Fries then home after that.

Lol. Bye. :D