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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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Saturday, August 16, 2008

HELLO.

omg omg. i hate this laptop. the words make me feel as though i am some blink freak. oh well.

today was retarded. woke up, and remebered that i spent my night at potong pasir. i was frigging tired can?! i wanted to like continue sleeping but i was like asked to get up from the bed and brush my teeth and get my breakfast. fine. anw, watched a little of tv, and read my spelling list. oh god. OGLE- to look at someone with obvious sexual interest. i can only remember this one word.

had lunch at marine parade. argh. i dread that place. went there like yesterday too? so, what am i doing there again today? lunch, with family. YUCK. i dread having meals with them. as in a whole. suddenly, my sister kept talking to me. oh, i understand, you miss me. :D they ordered like 5- 6 dishes of food. i ate only two. so ya, obviously i was attitude with them.

shall talk a little about yesterday, the later part.

oh god. training was ____. i got no word to describe it. coach made us alley. continuous FIFTEEN. knowing out team, how long owuld it take for us to complete it? then the damn coach made us run up to the basketball after doing the alley, then run back and do it. but hell, we ran too slowly. and the whole thing like stopped. and got like "scolded" for nothing. anw, we completed still. :P that damn mosquitoe. oh. daphne and i were like talking about ms ngo when running 2.4km. that stupid teacher, actually let her listen to music during class; cos daphne told her that the psychologist that came to our school said that background music does some ppl good when studying. she is one of a kind.

anw, DC was stupid. we had to plant. we, me, nicole, rachel. rachel and i were like trying to make sandhya go all freaked out. so we held hands, pretending to be les. we held hands, with gloves, and started like swinging our arms. lol. then we kept looking back at her to see her reaction. until, nicole said we behaved like BIs. cos we both have bfs, then we are like lesbing with each other. we stopped. duh. lol.

YESTERDAY, I HAD THE MOST _______ BUS TRIP!
okay. caps is little too mean. anw, the bus trip was a little dead.

to SUPERMAN;
ehh. don't stress alr. okay. the definition of happy is like to feel contented, fortunate. and sadly, i too, don't know how that excactly feels like. this is somewhat pathetic and sad. and i really want to see you happy, cos after yesterday, i could tell that you are starting to not be positive already. i want you, the ego, positive you. and if you are really tired, you could have stayed at home. health is more important. :D i want you to be happy dood. i don't really know how it completely feels like, but, i'll try to make you happy. but, you got to understand that i can't enthu with a block of wood. maybe, making your day a little brighter could help in lifting your spirits. i really want you to be happy. and i hope you can. let's just say, i don't want to see you that stress and tired anymore. this is so not me, but, CAN YOU PLEASE BE POSITIVE?

okay. ya. oh. CONGRATULATIONS to SINGAPORE, on finally getting an OLYMPIC MEDAL. [aaaaahhh!] like after 48 years. so ya, JYJY! on the gold, okay, china is not an easy opponent though..

gtg. bye. (: