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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, December 5, 2008
:D

Yeah, might as well do it this way. Since, you yourself say, "I don't want to carry on anymore." Mixed feelings. Did I bring this upon myself, or, you too wanted to end it?
"Do you see a difference yourself, whether we're together or not?"
"Nope."
.. Somehow, there is a difference. 4 days ago, when I thought about us, there'll be a smile. 4 days after, I just feel nothing. I can't even freaking remember how you look, though I could, 4 days ago.
I don't see a point in typing all these.
From your point of view, I bet you want to cut my fingers, and pray I won't learn how to sms/type with my toes. From my point of view, I think you too wanted to end it, and I just did what I did to mean you good in the later days, if you really know I'm doing all these not for me.
I don't care what or how you're thinking, I guess you've had enough.
.. Then why even suggest the word, "patch."
Perhaps, you're tired.
There is a reason for everything I do.

HELLO. :D

There'll be a friendly match on the 10th of December, at Bukit Merah or something. Argh. Need to go all the way to Redhill. White jersey. :D

Training on Wednesday was fun.
-Staircase dribbling was fun, & challenging.
Alternate up, alternate down. :D
-Lay ups went well.
We were all going high from it. :D
I bet all of us have never done the lay ups so fast before.
- 2-on-2.
It was okay, I think.

Thursday was boring. But, I just couldn't let my mind run wild. Run wild in a sense that I may just take a scissors and start cutting, again. Or, run to the fridge, and smuggle one or two cans of beer/stout into the room, which is almost impossible. So, I played cards with my grandmother, monopoly with my cousin and sister, Nintendo DS on my own. (: God damn, I slept alone after hearing hell lot of songs. Elissa, the song you sent did come in handy- Warwick Avenue.

Training again today.
10 rounds around the basketball court.
Drills.
Suicides/Shuttle run.
Lay ups.
Fast breaks.
"Four corner pass."
Defence thingy- How to slap the basketball away from your opponent. :D

Oh god. I'm getting teary. Who cares? Sean would, if he was online and talking with me.

Bye. :D