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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 14, 2009
To meet, to know, to love, to part.

Hello people.

I'm at home.
Yes I am.
God knows which part of Orchard Road the clique's at.
):

I had tuition okay.
Two tuitions.
English and science.
From 3pm to 5 pm, and then 530pm to 7pm.

Pizza Hut for dinner after that.
Freaking crowded.
My brother spilled his drink and it wet my feet.
& the guy sitting beside him.
Thank god I wasn't wearing socks.

*Ahem*
*Thinks of what happened to the bowl of barley.*

I laugh at eli.
So, did you complete your "project"?

Random people that I cut off contact with, got my number like out of nowhere.
I'm screwing whoever told Shadow my current number.

OH.
Had Coffee Bean last night.
Ice blended Vanilla.
:D
I was so tempted to have the pasta.
Even though it was already 10pm.
):
Obviously I didn't get it.
I don't mind eating lots.
Cos there are 3 trainings this coming week.
:D

Friendly with Chung Cheng on Wednesday.
Hope we do better.
Uhmpt Coach.
I bet his going to tell us who gets into school team at the very last minute.
Yes, he is.
):
Cos if I'm not in team, I'm getting out of basketball into some slack Cca.
But, the appeal period is over.
Damn him.

Bye.