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? Tagboard
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Friday, December 25, 2009
HAHA POOR OLIVER. Two 5 year old twin cousin are watching some Chinese kiddy song thing on our dvd player. I have my earphones on. :D Yay youtube. The rest are swimming at the pool. Some japanese pancake going on in the kitchen. Lol there's gonna be another bbq tonight! Yesterday's was great. My sister and I started the fire on the other pit. Auntie Joe the other. HAHA OURS WAS BETTER. The crab was still alive when we put it on the pit. Cruel but its damn nice. Carlsberg + Sprite + Ribena = uncomfortable tummy. Lol my mum's "creation" zzz. "You don't drink ah. You want you MIX." Haha carlsberg tiger sparkling juice/champagne wine wine+ice. We had to borrow the corkscrew from our neighbour. Horse stable in the morning. Zomg its a very long walk. D: Oh yeah the mangrove walk. Stupid Chuan and Yang la tall like hell walk in front. >:( Hahah stuff or starve? |