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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, May 24, 2008

hello(:

whoos. today went to Cedar Sports Day. at 9:30 am. which is the same time as when i woke up. once i wake up, call eli, brush teeth, skipped breakfast, then go. was like, RUNNING there la. like, WTH. almost didn't want to go. cos i predicted that i will wake up later than 11 am. but i woke up mush earlier than that.

watched volley ball, floor ball and the teacher's game. AHHHHS. jaguar's this year's CHAMPION. like wtf. wuteva. cheetah's the CHAMPION for the Kid's athelectics thing. (: i was in the wrong colored shirt la. would be best if i wore BLUE, but i wore, god knows what color that is. then, panther was losing, sort of in the floorball thing, then Mr Zaki shouted, " MAGIC PANTHER. COME HERE! " i raised my hand, playfully. -.= then Mr Ilyas, said, " you're not magic panther, you're magic touch. (:" i was like, FINE. haha. then i was thinking what the hell is magic touch. it was the words on my damn shirt. -.- he sure reads fast. like, what so ever. then prize giving that time, leon come and sit beside-hind us. after that me and eli went to potong pasir with him.

played basketball with him. eli go there see-see only, never play. not a match. just some shootin thing. 3-point shootout/up? i start first. then out of 5, only one went in. then his turn, wakao. he got, 0/5. oh yeahs. i won LEON CHIA. yessaaarh. lols. all the while i thot he was very cold, but turns out, not. talked lots about basketball. he kept chop-ing. pissed. after a while more, we played another round.

FIRST shot ;; chop. me, " yesaah. "
SECOND shot;; chop. leon, " wah, high score, high score. "
THIRD shot;; chop. me, * stunned. * leon, " oh no. high score. "
FOURTH shot;; hit the ring. missed by a tiny bit. skipped the fifth shot.

wth la. fourth shot missed by really damn little can? and leon keeps people in suspense. talks about his blog, but, but, but, don't want to tell me what it is. but, he is better than, zx, jz and sean, in a way or so. he passes the basketball to you. (: the rest will snatch it from you. he is quite chat-able and funny? mean also. he shoot. then the basketball never go in. bounces out. going to hit me. he says, " PONG ". don't even bother to call my name. then the basketball land excactly 1CM behind me. wth. but, i did use my hand to block my head, and was walking. so ya, luckily i took one more step.

and me and eli both agree on something. ZUOXUAN is the ONLY person who make jz, leon or sean start to suan girls. wait, i mean eli. (: lols. damn mean.

ate lunch at joo seng with eli. we sat down and talk, talk, talk. then waiwen's sister's bf come walk in between our two benches. like WTH. -.= scared we never see you ah? wuliao. i love to TALK.

wells. gtgs. bbyes! (: