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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, August 8, 2008

HELLOOOO.

oh.. fuck of bitch. you are being a total idot following me in and out of the house. GET LOST, will you? bastard. - this totally describes my sister. whatever.

argh. woke up to go to school. happy happy took my wallet and handphone(only) and off to school. reach school then found out that i forgot to bring my damn nametag. and YES, a inkless marker which was used to wrote my name on a piece of masking tape. -.- on the eve of national day, on the opening of the olympics, i got masking taped.

the carnival was kind of retarded. frigging little earnings can?! anw, pocky to accompany back home. plus, it's strawberry. LAUGH at the DUNG on rachel's hand. :D went pass ITE during the bus trip. and this guy went to sit right in the middle of the bus, as in REALLY the middle, with his legs opened like frigging big. how i wish, a missle will just fly through the front, straight through, at the middle. aw, SICK.

wanted to go to cedar. but guessed that the school most probably close alr, oh well, forget it? saw some retarded maris stella guys that actually waited for one pathetic traffic light to turn green, when i already cross finish TWO roads. losers.

oh well. had like 3 spoons of fried rice for lunch.. then walked around, and went to sleep. then when i woke up, frigging scary.. i saw a face. argh. how i hope it was yours. )': oh. two more days dood. (:

chatted with shadow. he came to my house, for my cousin's games. my sister was being a total bastard not letting me talk to him one on one. and, i swear to not go to the court, until i can chop from every single spot within the 3-point zone. I NEED MY SHOOTING ACCURACY BACK! sobs. i hate the cas. just one week of no basketball and i slack so badly already. ARGH, ARGH, ARGH! and the worst thing is, no one can really help me get it back. oh well.

kissing is indeed addictive. )':
hmmm.. i need;
#1, YOU. [ and i hope you seriously know who YOU are. ]
#2, your LIPS. [ addicted. )': ]
#3, 说你爱我 by Wilbur.
#4, my SHOOTING skill. [ i don't want to look like an idiot who can't shoot. ]
#5, my strawberry POCKY and COKE flavoured lollipop.
#6, a hug. [ as in really, a hug. ]
#7, sleep.
#8, my basketball to get pumped. [ after like ONE month?! ]
#9, a life.
#10, still, YOU.

okkays. i know it's retarded. but, this feeling sucks, big time.

bye. (: