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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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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Haha hi.



I lazy to quote hah.

Yay cleveland, it's even now at least hah.


Last night, was all right I guess.


Got two shirts yay.
My sister said that they're for gays. ):<


Dinner sucked.
Yucky noodles.


Got embarrassed by mum.


-Calls my brother and sister off the atm with some weird sharp voice.-
-Group of guys in front turns around shocked.-
-My mum, bro and sis were already in front of them.-
Conclusion in their head: Must have been that girl(me).
-Guys imitates my(mother's) voice.-
-I laugh at my mother.-


HAH.


Wl, scapegoat scapegoat.
The sound she made was.. unique.


Played wii- table tennis.
Table soccer.
HAH I OWN GOAL.



Tang called in the morning.
Hah I'm waiting for your aunt to contact me LOL.
Your sister so cute.



Wet market after that, with mum and grandma.
Wl, go there be their maid.


"Eh you help take this."


Hah so ended up taking lots of things.
Damn prawns prick me how many times.
Nevermind, you'll end up in my stomach anyhow.


Grandma's house after that.
Lunch there, noodles.


East Coast on the way home with sister and dad.
Dumped mum and brother at grandma's house.
HAH.
Happy wrapping rice dumplings.

Oreo McFlurry, drive thru.
Mmm, last time I ate it was like what 3-4 years old?
& it was like one bite only.

Home then computer.


Replenished colored foolscap.
The pink colored one look so pale and ugly.
Hah got the yellow one.
Green is too dark, blue is dull.

Urghh.
I wanna sms.


Ah Sarah must you go we will miss you.



I'm already thinking how school days would be after the hols.
Belt hanging.
Phones out.
But, you can't hear Sarah.



I must go for the chalet at least for an hour.


Hah bye.



If only the change was FOR EVER.