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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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Friday, May 16, 2008

hellos. (:

lots of emo-ing today.
stoned at the canteen table during recees.
stoned at the bball match between TJC and AJC.
tjc lost. ):
CHEER UP though. (:
JIA YOU, JIA YOU !!! :D
felt super short before the bball match. the tjc bballer were doing their warm up/drills, whatever you call it. then they were sort of blocking the way. and, i was standing right ahead of ms khoo and the other tkgians. obviously, i had to open a route for them. -.- so i went to walk in between 2 tjc bballer. wakao. felt dman short man. was like staring up at up at one of them. -blush-
and, sorry to the tjc guy sitting behind me during the bball match. for pressing onto your shoe. hahas. cos i was actually trying to press onto the steps at the side to stretch a lil. then your damn feet was there. so i presed onto it instead. i felt something soft, so i pressed onto it EVEN harder. sorry. din realise that it was your feet. SORRY!!! (:
and, number 10's 3- points were so, so, silent. -smiles-
but, i felt that ajc's captain. he fell during the match. he left a whole stretch of sweat. well, it stinks. he's a national player, according to ms khoo. oh well.
got a shocked during the ston-ed match. a ajc bballer went sliding for the flying bball. like a penguin. are you ok? his head, was so close to under my feet.
bball training was SO DAMN screwed. i said FXCK at coach's face. and, downed five. hahs. that's all you would say.
weather was damn hot today. haix.

yea. gtgs. got TWO BIG KAYPOHS BESIDE ME. dammit.
bbyes. (: