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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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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Beyond words Baby.

Hi.

Rachel, I feel like posting what happened to you.
Rachel. Recess. Chicken rice. Chili. Pinafore. Wash. Wet. Blouse. Fbts.

School was sort of terrible for me.
I couldn't survive the whole day without yawning.
):

Changed seats.
Stuffs and blahs.

Literature teacher.
Crazy woman started screaming in class and scolding.
It's 10 mins for each scene, not 5 mins dinosaur.

Chinese remedial suck.
The class is dead.
I want to get out of that place.

Bus-ed home.
This freaky guy from ITE came on the bus from the ITE stop.
I shall name the guy 'Z'.

-Z sits diagonally behind me.-
- Continue texting.-
- Notice that Z was staring at my phone.-
- Types in phone.-
"... Ah heck, someone is staring at my phone."
-Z turns away IMMEDIATELY.-
- Feels scared. -
-Z change seats to the last seat of the bus.-
-Turns to the back to have a glance of the people at the back,
& also, a "break" from staring at phone.-
-Z was looking at me.-
-Quickly turns back.-

He is freaking freaky. Imagine someone staring at you when you're texting on the bus, and he is looking at WHAT YOU'RE TYPING. Thank god I alighted before him. HAHAH.



Bye.








I hate you freak.
A f*cktard that keeps on reminding people of people they don't want to care anymore.
Shut up. & it'll be appreciated a hell lot.
Your sarcasm is getting way overboard.
Know the limits. You ass.
Sometimes, having known you, makes people feel both stupid and good.
You're more of a pain than a joy-
Attention seeker.
Get a life, get a life.