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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 9, 2008

ehi.

damn the idiot person who went to freaking hurt my head. hurts just a TINY lil bit still.

oh ya, the bball seniors were not that cold, today?

xae-rl --> helped me find tissue paper to rub my head, and, THANKS! for the ice-s you gave me, when i was waiting for the bus. it did help a lot. :D tytys.
chin --> for offering to find me a ice pack. and asking if i was ok and stuffs? xD
shawn --> tapped my shoulder when i was waiting for the bus and said "bye"
esther --> said the same thing with a wave? +++ went with me to the toilet to wash my forehead. and lots. THANKS.
eve --> went to BOO me behind my shoulders. got a minor shock. :P

dammit. i think i gonna go recre team.

oh ya, gonna post abt, yesterday and the day before.

WEDNESDAY.

had bball training as well. it was ok. except for the match we had with the sec 3 seniors. we as in :: eve, sarah, jodie, kelly and me. well, obviously we lose. and ya, why is sarah like scared of EVERY senior?! they are NOT scary. dammit.

THURSDAY.

shuang arhs. played bball for 2 hours. shot 11-15 3-points. pearlyn foolishly went to step on a macdonalds chilli packet, it burst, and the chilli went onto her WHITE chung cheng uniform. hahahas. oh ya, found out that the mshs guy i saw that day was not excactly that idiotic. his quite good actually. the fact that he lent me his bball, not like sean and co, snatch away from me. and ya, sean did a 3-point STUNT; LUCKY SHOT when we were playing a match... hahas. bleahhs. and his two point accuracy. ya, LIKE SO PRO. whoa. and, he told me to post abt the golden hair guy being SAD cos he din ask him for match. damn big, ur ego. -.=" the golden hair guy was so good, helped me take my bball like so damn many times. cos the others cun care less unless they wanted the dam bball. we were sharing a half court though. pai seh, that the bball kept going his side. hahas. my shooting was SUPER off man.

ok. back to the PRESENT.

gtgs. bbyes!