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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, November 11, 2008
Numb me.

Hello.

Argh. I’ll still be missing the friendly match. Tomorrow I’ll be departing Singapore for Taiwan. (: & I got a punch on my right hand for that. Lol. “Remember buy for me jelly.” - Coach. Will be back on the 19th, midnight. Wish that there won’t be any changes to the training on the 20th, may it remain in the afternoon. (:

Anyway. On Sunday, I went to Parkway Isetan with my mother. Then, I made the cashier blush like hell by laughing at him. Cos this old lady who was in front of us in the queue talked to us. & my mother saw her Isetan card and asked if does it give a discount, instead it was to collect points. We let her accumulate points in her card with the stuff we were going to buy. The old lady thanked us, but the stupid cashier thought it was for him, & did the hand gesture that was supposed to say “it’s okay.” The old lady sort of immediately said “Not for you.” Then, I laughed. That made him blush like hell.

Oh. I love yesterday’s training. (: I think it is one of those best trainings. Lol. At last, a word of praise for my right hand lay up. I’ve like always been scolded, or told to correct it during trainings. This time, I got a “good”. (: A little pathetic, so what? I’m happy.

Plus. Jodie and I were the firstonly ones who finished the 4 sets of ball handling stuffs. (: I finished it before her though. (: Lol. Oh. The school got 12 new basketballs for the team. If only I could go for the friendly match. Argh. Shall stop complaining. Oh. I must so try my hardest to get into next year's school team. Cos I love the black and orange jersey. Haha.

Bye. (: