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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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Saturday, August 15, 2009
40% sober.

my stomach feels wrong.
so does my throat.
just had starbucks coffee.
it looked kinda dubious.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.

HAHAHAHAHA YEP I'M MAD.
:D
sorry for real lousy replies between 4-5pm.
and really spastic ones from 7-8pm.

orchard was fine.
ion for lunch, taiwanese food lugangxiaochi i think.
mmm i wanna try out th original bk sometime.
walked around haha.
i saw bukit merah ballers doing cip i think.
theres some gap jeans photo thingy going on.

i should stop embarrassing myself and others in public places.
NO IT ISN'T A HABIT, ZERO.

i thought th mirror was beside th escalator i was on.
but it turned out to be beside th one i was standing on.
i reached out to try touch th "mirror".
i almost hit/touch this dude's head.
th person beside me laughed and thought i knew that dude.
but i don't.
th dude looked at me like i was some crazy girl.
i laughed like crazy at myself.
dang, gotta stop being so blur.

i love mrt rides.
especially with old people.
cos i can embarrass th young ones who hog th priority seats and STILL remain oblivious.
hehehehehe fun.

after orchard went to tpy.
ah dread that place already.
supermarket, be free maid again.
buy 4d, time to rot on th spot.
wait for bus, down. ):
on my way home, rain to stop i wanna ball.
home, can't get out, leean was just downstairs.

HAHA k thats a weird way of blogging.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

yay bye. :D