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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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Thursday, August 7, 2008

HELLO.

im in mathematics class now. -.-

monday.
hmm.. elissa came to my house. sort of talked to me about what i should do. we went slacking around jooseng. then we sat at the basketball court. he came into the court. i sort of ignored him and walked out of the court. the elissa was making me feel all so guilty. argh. so i walked back in to talk to him. argh. we decided to ______. )': oh well. the talk was retarded. "Life is a marathon, it is not a hundred metres sprint. " laugh at this sentence. HAHAHA. (: oh. crying sucks. eyes get all puffed up and no more double eyelid for quite sometime.

tuesday.
school was released at 12pm. yeah. fiona followed me home. then we waited for eli. and went to Chempaka. oh god. he was there already. red shirts. fiona and eli looked totally like lesbians. eeyer. i sat with him. then we started talking. he has a frigging funny mind eh. all the sound effects and stuffs. and yeah, in no longer owe him a ____. (: HAHAHA; at your signal. argh. i only have one thing to say. _______ is addictive. -.-

wednesday.
argh. had to pass the damn thing to lizard. its the report and reflections. for frigging skipping NOT the whole of pe. screw her. training was ok. yays. i was like the first four people to finish the running thing. (: screw those who finished after me. ima frigging injured person doods. so YAY. played matches. then sort of practised the "most" robust blocking way. i love matches. except for the fact that my wound bleed again. cos it was hit by a basketball that was literally thrown on my knee. i love ytd. <3

thurday/today.
oh yay. DETENTION. on next wednesday. nothing much to blog about. except for the fact that i cant do the NAPFA retest. aaaarghhhh.

gna concentrate on the teacher.
BUH-BYE. :D