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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, December 23, 2008
It takes two hands to clap.

Hello.

Oh heck, we lost the match. Why the hell did I wake up so early to mkae my way from Pasir Ris to Chung Cheng? Anyway, good match, I think. I still don't get why there was this need to put those three for the last and final part of the damn match. I can't play forward dammit.

Happy birthday Jamie!

Trained with Chung Cheng after the matches. I forgot the scores btw. We did zone defence.

Then, it was debrief.

Another friendly with Bukit Merah on Friday at Chung Cheng.
The people of Tkg basketball, we MUST trash them upside down this time.

Lunch at Magic Wok.
With, Jamie, Shawn, Eve, Shaikha, Shu Rui & Eli.
Yiying & Adeline left half way.

Bus-ed home with Eli.

oh, & OMFG..
I can't believe _____ loves _______.
It's just unbelievable.
It's just so weird.
Perhaps you were gay from the start.
Weird pair, sadly you were rejected.
Aw, how funny would it be to see you two together?
You deserve it, face lover.

Oh, the bbq was beautiful..

Wonderful fire.
Great weather.
Delicious, free-flow of food.
Nice wine.

.. excluding-
Lazy people.
Gluttons.
Good for nothings.
Useless bunch of television fans.

Yay. Wen Hao came. :D Haha. But wtf, his just a freaking baby, okay maybe not- his 4 next year, & he knows how to dao people. Dammit. Haha. His funny, & retarded. :D

There was wine! :D I can't believe we finished one bottle so damn fast. It was like 30mins after it was opened, there was no more. I begged my mother to let me have some, oh damn, she gave me one sip of it, with tons of Ribena. But I got more poured into my cup in the later part- without Ribena okay. My mother thought one sip would make me drunk, thank god I didn't. I think my cousin got drunk. He went straight to sleep after drinking a tiny weeny bit. If only there was beer too. It would go with the prawns. :D

Damn the person who took the one and only chicken wing that I barbecued. Fat ass.

I'm planning to see when I have time to rush through the 3 parts of Hot Shot.

Bye.

Damn you're gross.