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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, January 25, 2009
You're an ass.

Stop being some freaking ass.
Stop freaking adding me on msn.
Stop making me hate you so damn much.
Stop everything you're doing.
S-T-O-P.



Hello.

Oh my god.
Tomorrow's the first day of the Chinese New Year.
The year of the Ox.
Mooo mooo.
Yay.
Count down tonight. :D

Anyway.
Reunion dinner 1 was not very nice.
There was tons of food that resulted to NO prawns.
& they just had to keep on saying how big the prawns were in front of me..
.. & I can't eat it.
Because they won't cook it.
Because some people cook TOOO MUCH food.
I was sitting at the round table, waiting for the prawns.
& they had to cancel it.
Heck so be it.

Can't wait for the dinner tonight.
Steamboat.

:D
:D
:D
:D
:D
:D
:D

The roast duck is not cut up yet.
Urgh.

No nice shows on television.

D:
D:
D:

I'm bored.

Bye. :D