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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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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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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Hello!



Awesome, was doing math just now!
Yay I kinda got the hang of doing maths again [after a million years].


Urgh Nicky, can you come online ahahaha.
LOL AT YOUR SMS LAH -goosebumps-



Today.


Morning.
Breakfast, a frigging weird combi some would know.
Bused to Aljunied Mrt.
Miscommunicationssssss.
Late by 30 mins to meet the rest at Tampines Mall Macs.


*The rest = Coach Evelias Jamie Eleanor Beatrissa Xae Rl


Ahaha told some the "20-mins-story".


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我们看到了嫂子！
老大，不错啊！
Ahahaha bought board colored paper.

Long Johns.
Ate.
Coach went to get photos, then left.
Evelias brought the photos back.
Photos.
Ahahaha so many 122 photographs.


Beatrissa left.
Eleanor left on god's will O:


Mrt.
Bus.
Shawn's house.
Collage- awesome!
Brought most of the remainding pictures home ahaha.

Car.
Home.
Chatted with Tang.
Bathe.
Dinner.

Math.
Msn with Nicky!
AHAHA I'M ABUSING MY AUTHORITY.
Now.

Bye.