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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, April 22, 2009

Phuck.
/:

I can't stand - mouth.
& wonder how people can just talk without the aid of their brains.

HI ZHI YING.

Ah,
lab lesson now.
Science, sciencecomputer lab.

Ms Ngo can teach bio.
O:

"You put the banana clip..."
-class laughs-

Exams are coming.

Grounded for a month.
Phone's self confiscated for two weeks.

"You've got no life ah."

At least I have self discipline and use my dear brain when I talk.

Woke up.
Super tired.

Saw Nicole.
That person doesn't know how to keep her ipod when she's in school.

"Please keep"

Haha how many times did the prefects say that to you!

Stupid threeeeight(Omg).
Threw everything out of our class.
Nvm, we've got out revenge.

But where are my files?

The second floor classroom is convenient.

But it has faces I dislike.
/:

Sec1s.
-

HI ZHI YING AGAIN.

Haha back to science and the worksheet,
bye.