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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, September 5, 2008
Basketball.

HELLO.

YAY. YAY. YAY.

i didn't slack afterall. okay, maybe, i didn't slack as bad as i expected it to be. i didn't expect to even score any. this is a little pathetic way of belittling oneself, but ya. make it this way, i didn't expect to score any 3-pointers. but, i did. :D yay. okay. hahaha. scored quite an okay amount number of scores i think. don't know la. need to ask the others. hahaha. we played 2 v 3 at first. eli, shadow, black shirt guy vs me and him. i wanted to be in the same team as eli. actually, i was. but, shadow went to change. oh well. i wanted to be in the same team as eli, reason being, i don't want to be blocked by her. anyone, but her to block me. oh, shiou ren is getting talkative. i've got no idea whether was it because it's been long since i last went down, or he has been like that ever since. he talked hell lot. oh. the skating uncle didn't fall down. D: okay. this is a little black hearted. hahaha. but, can't possibly improve until like that what. oh. he told me to do a lay up. when i was already under the basket. so, i just scored. haha. and, if i did lay up, it would be a left handed one. and, i'm not good at it. haha. i suck at the drills done at school la. :D lol. then shadow and the rest went to make some crap up. saying, what egg white and yolk. i didn't really geddit. but, i guess it has something to do with the color of my shirt and his. i was wearing white, he was wearing yellow. i think, that has got to do with what the crap was about?

yay. i didn't slack, that badly afterall. after so many weeks of not going down to play. yay. :D yeahhhhs.

the later part of yesterday was stupid. called him to talk. then my mother was like, *picks up the other phone, eavesdrop*. then i knew that, so i was like, "eh, can you put it down, i'm talking to my friend." then, she was like, "don't think i don't know that you are talking to him." then i replied, " ya, so? friends cannot talk ah?" she ended the call for me. D: D: D: D: D: D: i want to talk, to him. what the hell is this la. can't friends talk. haha. can't friends on the surface, talk. LOL.

aaahhhh. he's not replying my sms. D:

oh well. my mother took leave today. for, i don't know what. and she just brought my sister out. YES. at least, she is not going to be watching me for the whole day. whoooooos. take your time out there. great. i am so not in mugging-mood.

did physics homework with eli yesterday. hahaha. i waxed her. :D I. AM. PRO. whoo. yeah. okay. hahahaha. it's kind of gross though.

okay BYE. :D