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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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Sunday, June 22, 2008

HELLOS.

woke up early today. to do the news in class project with the rest of the group. we've completed the project. AT LAST.

yesternight's wedding dinner was stupid. we reached there just in time. was greeted by the groom, my cousin. then, we sat on table 11. with my second aunt. heck. was sms- ing half way to WJ when my big aunt came to the table and tried to be my Aunt Agony. yikes. before she left, she was like sort of massaging my hand, she kept touching it. i don't know how to describe it, but, it was weird. my other aunt did the same thing when i was leaving the wedding dinner. she's the groom's mother. afterall, i didn't understand why they did it for. WJ said it was good for me to listen to all this stuff, he said that i could try to irritate my friends using these. so, i told him that he was the first person i shall try it on. (: since he suggested it. hahas. and he's reaction was like, " Lol.. Fine lor! Next time when u're bored dun turn to me hor! Haha jkjk. " lols. smsed to him for almost the whole wedding dinner. of course, i got scolded for it too, by my mum. cos my phone was lighting the whole room up. it was video showing time. waloa. i am making myself sound like a kid. eeyer. amd i wanted to try a tiny bit of the ostrich meet yesternight, but after a trip to the toilet, every single bit of the ostrich was snapped up. this is what i get when i sit on the same table as some people. hahas. then WJ said i spied on him cos i told him that it was gonna reach his normal " sleeping time " soon. wth. you told me the night before. i said that he was getting senile. he agreed. (: hahas.

yays. tomorrow i am going to the BASKETBALL COURT (: lols last minute training for the competition on tuesday. hahas. help me k? people who are going to be on court tomorrow. plss, plsss, plsss. cos, i dowanna go and embarass myself on the competition day. -.-

and eli, plsss, don't go to the competition to cheer for me plss. it would be stupid to cheer for me, than for your school(cchsm). (: and, it wouldn't be very nice if you were to cheer for me. besides, i would only freak out if you do. SQUEAKY VOICE ! yikes.

i feel super bored now. i want to go down and play basketball, but it would be stupid. can't wait for tomorrow. it;s the FIRST DAY of school. again. i would be crawling out of bed again. hahas. ahhs. hope i won't be late. oh ya. i lost my name tag. i cant seem to find. i am gonna get MASKING TAPED. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs.

hahs. gtgs. BUH- BYES(: