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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, September 5, 2009
Unbeautiful.

It was you and me against the world
And you promised me forever more
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?
Cuz I gotta know.
What made me unbeautiful.

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Cuz im only dreaming
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my head now


I'm really tired.
For two consecutive days, I've been dying t sleep since morning.
I deserve a good night's rest. :P

English tuition was bad.
I was sloppy with my work.

Royal Sporting House's sale was alright.
Not alot of stuffs t see though.
Shoes, sports stuffs(duh).
I got a jacket, at last.

Went for a jog before dinner.
Whoa, a round around Senette Estate, is hell.
I was dead tempted t gatecrash a party going on in one of th terraces.

Hazel and I are talking about boobs. -_-
Now we're showing off emoticons.
Eh my cat series best. :D

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Heh thanks Zero for th emoticon.

I figured I do mean some of th lyrcis I post.
Only some.

Hmmm. Th hols' here.
It will last only for a week, then it'll be non stop revision in school.
Its short, but it'd better be productive.
2 trainings, 1 friendly.
I'm scared, we've never once won BMSS if you realise..
I just finished filing my math stuffs,
lots t do. D:


Good luck, me.