That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile 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? Tagboard Credits ©Glamouresque.	Friday, August 14, 2009 What doesn't kill you only make you stronger. amazing how happy you can be with so little, while some have lots, but it ain't enough for them, theyre greedy, they want more and more and more. but with so many, theyre unhappy, not smiling, like you. i may be balling at potong pasir tmr. i hope i do haha. ming xia asked me to go ball this afternoon, with her friends from cch ri hwa chong. i'm rather keen in meeting th cch and hwa chong dudes, heard theyre good well hope they are. next friday k, hopefully. can't stay back after school. didn't get a chance to ball with mr seah and some sec1s damn. next tuesday mr seah. lets see, if i make/made it for all three of th above, i would have balled at least 5 more hours this week. my sister just told me that sin hao vandalised th school tables. i used to too, i wanna go find my mark th next time i return. desmond th ass i still remember you erased my drawing away. school been rather boring. or rather tiring. training's fun. only when its match or shooting. i'll take your advice. (: i've got many kinds of friends. many different kinds of them. some who i don't even care about. - funny ain't it when you tell me how much you love each other, but you cry like hell to me at times telling me how unfair he is.