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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, June 20, 2008

hello.

somehow, i was super tired yesterday. went to BLOSSOMS with eli. (: evelyn is gettin worse. she is even sotong-er than last year. and i love the floor that she is living on.
THE THIRTEEN'th. (:

yesterday, the guys went to play match against some fat retards. eeyer. NO figure, still take of his shirt, so, disgusting. then WJ was at the 3- point line there, without anyone blocking him, then i told him to score, he call me " siao " again. -.= before the match, he went to put his bag behind me to look after. then i went to lie on it. after match, he com eand say me why lie on his bag? then i say cos you go and put it behind me. so, he had to say that he was his fault.

oh ya. and WJ told me that he could dunk. so i asked him to dunk. he called me " siao ". cos dwnstairs the court, how to dunk. he was talking about him dunking at the cedar pri's short, short basket.

then we played a match. WJ, mshs guy and aliyah vs sean, shadow, me. this was a total waste of my time and energy. i stood in the court, being a statue. what i did in the court. one word, NOTHING. yesterday, was my super off day. i didn't even shoot A 3- pointer. first day in the week, when i didn't shoot A 3 - pointer. not even, ONE. then, i got said my sean for not catching the basketball. hey, you made me stand in the court looking like some disabled person [ no insults] that doesn't know how to play basketball, and i am just standing in the court, just to make the memebers in each group, EQUAL. what is this? i barely touched the basketball. UNLESS, it was shadow who was starting the basketball. and i did score a few. wahseh. one of the shot i was like super pissed, so i just slam the basketball on the board. i duno why, but after that shot, WJ asked if i was a left hander. he is not the first, to call me that, on the BASKETBALL COURT, and only on the basketball court, people start questioning me about what hander i am. i am a RIGHT- HANDER. why? the way i play, the way i shoot. it is all how a left- hander does it. first was shadow who asked me, then coach, the WJ. i was also suan-ed about my height in the stupid match.

WJ :: eh, you liddat also can go into school team ah?
ME :: ya? my school team is lousy one what.
WJ :: i see my school the girls all like this height one.
* he shows me how tall they are. *
ME :: wahs.
WJ :: ehs, you and him ( mshs guy ) compare the height.
ME :: wuhloa. i taller la.
WJ :: really meh?
ME :: YA . i know that you' re tall. :P
WJ :: duh. can't you see the ONE neck and ONE head difference???
ME :: i where got short until liddat.
WJ :: ok la. the half head difference. let you happy for a while.
ME :: eew. i where got so tall.

hahs. he is about a head or more taller than me. then in the match, i went to slap the basketball when he was holding it. he tio shock. and i can't believe that Mr Khoo used to teach basketball in cedar pri according to WJ. he told aliyah, shadow and me how Mr Khoo teaches basketball. damn funny la. then in the end, he use that style, he hit until the opponents stomach, he tio foul my referee. he said that last time cedar pri go play match, is to FIGHT, not PLAY. lols. he punched a soccer refree during the match too. need to write letter of apology. and during the match, he kept saying this, "did you all see? i FLOWN. " right.. he kept posing as some NBA player. he said that i was a poor girl in the match. " you see this poor girl " the fact, that i barely touched the basketball in the match.

we rested. WJ wanted to play a second match. he said that i would be in his group. yays. he's got TONS of team spirit, so, at least, i could touch the basketball lots more then i did the previous time. but, they took like a super long time to rest. so in the end i went home. it went liddat. i was sitting on the bench

* WJ points at the three of us, mshs guy, me and eli to go out play match. *
* eli and i sat on the bench, not wanting to move. *
WJ :: ah ya. i see you just not lidddat so poor. you group with me.
ME :: really?
WJ :: ya.
* no one looked enthu. *
10 mins later. he come and ask again.
WJ :: eh, come and play match.
ME :: ok. ( but no one was even looking ready to play, again. )
WJ :: wuhloa.
ME :: what.
WJ :: ah ya. come and play. train for your tomorrow's match.
ME :: huh? afterwards now play i tomorrow no more energy.
WJ :: then drink milk. ( another person who said that milk was good, besides zac. )
ME :: i dun like milk. * gives the " YUCK ! " look.
WJ :: what to do?
ME :: don't play luhs. (:

hahas. somehow, he seems to love science. kept on showing of to us HIS physics. his muscle la. AND ELI, SONGS can be DOWNLOADED into your COMPUTER. -.= lols.

WJ :: see wad songs u have.
MSHS :: very little.
WJ :: your songs all so sucky.
ME :: ehs. mercy, mercy.
WJ :: lol. * he sings a part of mercy. *
ELI, ME, MSHS :: hahas.
WJ :: yesterday i dwnloaded the song. but i never put into the phone, cos waste memory only.
ME, ALIYAH :: oh.
ELI :: huh?! then u download to where?
ME, ALIYAH :: COMPUTER. wuhloa.
WJ :: then u thought what? pray to god? > god, please gimme the song. please. Amen.
* makes the " bluetooth file recieve" sound. *
WJ:: then, you look at the phone. wahs. recieved file from bluetooth device, " ALMIGHTY ".
PPL ON THE BENCH :: hahs. lol la.

there's training today. coach say that we may have to play match for T-H-R-E-E hours. and, i haven't drink milk, yet. (: should have stayed on court yesteday for a longer time, to play the nxt match. then i can at least shoot lots more, that's practise.

gtgs. bbyes. (: