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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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Friday, May 29, 2009
Fong Fong treats High Low.


HAHAH LISTEN TO THAT, I SWEAR IT'S FAAHHHH-NY. 

Hello hah.

Hoho, some breakfast song on top.
Sigh, I like the song, BUT I DON'T LIKE BREAKFAST.

OH OH OH. 

FONG FONG IS NICE. O:

Okay, hah yes she is omg.
HAH. 

Eh Fong Fong does sound cute. X:

Haha macs just now. 

SHE TREAT ME TO MC FLURRY SEYY.

Omg omg omg omg, 
thanks,
thanks, 
thanks!

I'm still in shock. 

Jodie didn't believe it either. 

Nicole and Jamie lied to Lavelle. 
X:

Home then lunch.

"Double" lunch hah.

Ahhh Sarah don't cry.
D:

Wl, I almost cry also.
Serena cried.

LYNETTE MY PERSONAL ASSISTANT.
WHY IS MY PHONE WITH ME HAHA YOU ROCK.

Oh my oh my oh my, chalet's coming.
Don't come please then Sarah won't have to leave so soon.
D:
D:
D:

Mrs Capel is going too.
D:
D:
D:

So is Ms Ngo.

Haha no expression. X:

Wl Shaikha showdown!

Haha tsk our innocent cliques!

JJSNRP and UNKNOWN. 

My ice and lime didn't hit you sia.

Hahahhaah had food fight with Shaikha's clique yesterday recess. 

Everyone didn't know it was innocent me who started the "fight".
HAH.

Sigh Jamie my scapegoat. X:

Oh ya operation clean up today!

Didn't do a lot of things.

Mdm Surayah: "We will come back in 10 mins and I want the class clean."
Me: "Why teachers never help ussss?" -a bit whiny tone-
Mdm Surayah: -____- "Cos it's your class."
Me: "But it's your table YO." -points-
Mdm Surayah turns around and walks out of the class.

HAH. 
Dao teacher.

Results.

1D
6Bs
2As

Eligible for D to J.

I want E or F. 

HAHA EF.

Oh ya some sec1 cleared some stuff up before training yesterday.

Like wtf, 
should I forgive and forget. D:

Hahahahaha how am I supposed to clear your name man.

And don't call me PAM like I know you ftard.

Hah I'm posting in no order. 
D:

Didn't go airport in the end knn.

Wah long post, bye before Nicole complains. X: