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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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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Coach Mike RYAN.

HELLO.

at last, i'm blogging.

had training at chungcheng(main) ystd. gosh, the school is damn big. coach sort of sabo us at the start. tell us go to this building where the sec4s were having their 'O' levels. oh well. drills. match. the debrief was f*cking shit.

"Tkgs, rubbish."

fine. like we know? don't have to rub it in you know?

it was a long walk to the bus stop. then went for dinner with my mother at this "plaza" place. haha. after that, we walked towards the bus stop.

it was dark.
we were walking then half way towards the bus stop.
this teenage guy with the height of about 1.8Xcm(ohmygod!) walked towards us.
stopped and said, "OI" right in my face.
i stared up and went like, "what?"
then he said, "nevermind."

he looked familiar. but, i don't think i know him or something. perhaps we were one-day friends or something. or, he just called the wrong person. should have stopped and ask him who he was. hahaahahahaaaa. then i went on with my ego to my mother saying how people want to know me so much. blah, blah. haha. HELLO, whoever that guy was.

went home. was tired out. slept early. woke up.

and, currently working on a website. (:

bye. :D