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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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The weather sucks. I caught Valentines Day last night at Iluma. There's like nothing to do there most of the shops are still closed. At least there's tix. Two people going up and down the "exit-gator" aimlessly -.- I realised some of my relatives actually lives quite near Bollywood Veggies. They live in one of the fish farms in that area. Visit from an ex-neighbour in the morning. Went to the floating platform/Esplanade after lunch. Häagen-Dazs ice cream after that :) Hmm. |