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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 18, 2008

hello.

this week has been a tiring week.
i'm like running every single day.
and sleeping almost every physics lesson.
this sucks, i dont want to sleep during lessons, i want to learn.
i want to get an A for this damn subject.
why?
for $500.

wednesday.
training was retarded. we ran 2.4km. whooos. at last i didn't stop at all while running it. 13.53 secs. i know that this is a sucky timing, but, i'll improve? i owned the sprinting test. the feeling's great. i was the FIRST to complete it. i could finally chop today. i could finally score goals. silent ones. yeahs.

thursday.
god. i can't really remember what happened. maybe, after being thirteen, my mind has been failing me. all i could remember was me going back to cedar. i visited mr zaki. and my beloved juniors. i love them. but they make me feel real old. congrats to calvin on the dsa. whoos. you are gonna go VS, which means you would be taking the 135 bus next year. unless your parents fetches you to school. you should learn to be independent dood. went to the basketball court after that. played a while. i shot AIRBALLS. imagine, a SHOOTER, shooting AIRBALLS. it feels like a runner without legs. i feel somewhat disabled. i feel stupid. for shooting AIRBALLS. i have to train. i must. to improve, to score goals, to chop. shadow was being a kind person. he kept telling the two tallies to pass me the basketball. cos i was standing there idling. thanks alot for passing the basketball to me, when you could have scored. oh. he also offered to switch places with me during the match. as in which side of the court, i had rather stood at. cos i seriously cant score with the damn mac guy blocking me.

todya.
we had phototaking. we, the basketballers of tkgs. the informal shot was stupid. we were standing there like idiots. waited for eli a while at the bus stop. we went cheapskate dating after that. with him. forget abt it doods. you guys are never joining us in cheapskate dates. it works, only for the two of us. we went to the court after that. i played in a few matches. heck. AIRBALLS ! i hate them. i hate them, i hate them, i hate them. though i did a few chop boards, but they weren't sastifying. i want to be top scorer, again. i want to shoot. i want to chop. Ren Kang and his two elder brothers. they are good. regretted not taking a strawberry flavoured pokey out of that box. the eldest brother offered me one. i should have taken one out of that box. it's been long since i had one. it was random though. cos he was walking pass me. i don't know him, and obviously he doesn't know me, hang on, maybe he does. heck. then he just offered me one. ahhhs. red shirt guy is nice. he looks cold. but he passes the basketball. again, when he could have shot a goal. why?thanks for passing. i think you passed me the basketball more than he passed it to me la. sorry for not having scored from those passes. oh. i remember blocking Ren Kang in one of the matches. god. when i block, i have physical contact around the person's waist to sort of feel where the person is going. god. his stomach of fats. HAHAHAHA. (: oh. i suck at matches now. forget it people. i shall not basketball till i can CHOP from almost every angle of the court. FORGET IT, FORGET IT, FORGET IT. number thirteen wants to shut down from the basketball court downstairs, to not be a fool of herself, till she perfects every single on of her shots.

gtgs. bbyes.