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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, July 11, 2008
happy birthday.

HELLLOOOOOS.

omg. omg.

thirteen's thirteen, today. (:

oh. i felt freaking old when i entered class today. people were wishing me happy brithday. THANKS ! somehow, i felt SUPER old la. oh nooooo. 17 years from today, i am going to hit 30. i guess i'm thinking too far huh?

anyways, THANKS ALOT for the gifts people. i wouldn't want to list your name out, for fear that i may leave anyone out accidentally. ohs. i love the cards! the cup! and of course the LOLLIPOPS. (: gawd. THIRTEEN LOLLIPOPS. thanks alot doods. and nicole, thanks for the patience on wrapping SOOOO many newspaper around it.

the cup contains excactly THIRTEEN lollipops. and the newspaper under my table that i got from un- wrapping the present. gawd~
oh. training was retarded. had to run rounds around the basketball. i did it NON-STOP. heck. by starting training a little later also must make me run. total amount of rounds i ran today, NINETEEN around the basketball court. dang. im proud of it. cos i did it non- stop. MUAHAHAHAHA. oh. I SUCK AT LAY UPS. gawd ~ i must train myself REAL HARD nowws. heck. thanks lots shu rui for accompanying me. i was seriously bored out.
oh. SUPER SORRY to the guy who wanted to wish me a happy birthday by shaking my hands. soory. my hands are not to be shaken for you dammit. LOLS.
ooohs. ate pizza as a form of celebration for my birthday. sounds super boring huh? what to do? i cant go to court today whatts. else, i could have at least had more fun playing match, than rotting at training? haix.
I WANT MY TEDDY BEAR. ):
gtgs. BUH- BYES. (: