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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, February 7, 2009

Me. "Eh boy. How does your primary one teacher look like?"
Boy. "Uhh.."
Ma. "She is fat and short."
Me. "Is she as fat as mama?"
Sis. "Is she shorter than me?"
Ma. "Ahem."

Hello.

I think my primary brother has some short fat crazy teacher as his form teachers.
It's a she.
She likes to hit little boys.
She likes to complain to parents.
She likes to give letters that states rubbish.
She replies rubbish in e-mails.
She is weird.
She doesn't allow boys to bring rulers to school.
.____.
We were talking about my brother and his teachers in the car on the way to Long House.
His P.E. teacher freaking cancelled P.E. this coming Monday,
cos his class was to naughty and he doesn't know how to teach them.
O:

I'm talking to Zhi Xin on Msn.
I forgot which seondary school he is from.
"You're from st gabs is it?"
"Wait. Or is it Mshs?"
"What the hell?!!?!?!?!?"
Haha, I'm sorry, long time no talk.
Random talk about Napfa, with this girl and him.
A girl that both me and him don't him.
I guess, she randomly added him on msn.
"boys the standard is bloody higher than girls."
"cos you people are GUYS."
"lol."
"serve the country."
He is pissing me off.
Urghh.

Tuition from 3pm-7pm.
English then science.
Chocolates from the teacher.
Oh man, fat-fat-fattening. D:
Science tuiton teacher is less weird today.
But he opened the door for no reason and I laughed at it.
:D

The name Turtleass just came in my mind.
Oh and the turtle's Ryl-je.
I get it.
Today and next Saturday,
some people using some people as excuse to go out with her ___.
No offences.
But the guy's the light bulb.

Oh.
It's Eli now for Msn.
I laugh.
"oi you don't like me you marry me for what huh ?"
*mouth wide opened.*
*the whole assembly ground looks at us.*
*sees a primary one turn around.*
*lun, zhi xin and sean turns around from their playing cards.*
We were Primary 6 then.
I can't believe you brought it up in the convo.
You rock.
The relationship we shared.
O:
Sound so wrong,
but it was wrong.
O:
Oh man, sound even worse.
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Wait, who says it wasn't.

Bye. :D