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.	Sunday, August 9, 2009 I fake a smile so he won't see. You make me smile like the sun Fall out of bed, sing like bird Dizzy in my head, spin like a record Crazy on a Sunday night You make me dance like a fool Forget how to breathe Shine like gold, buzz like a bee Just the thought of you can drive me wild Ohh, you make me smile hello. some event going on downstairs. so damn noisy couldn't sleep. haha leean th smartass is doing science. so guai ah cat high boy. grandma's house later. don't wanna go. town after that maybe. oh happy 44th singapore. :D haha bye. so here we go again.