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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 26, 2008
Trashed.

Hello.

I am fucking pissed with the fucking internet internet, it is like going on and off. It's like going crazy, & making me crazy like hell. It is so damn fucking pissing.

Okay, I am very tired. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the matches that we played. Oh, I almost forgot, the score, haha. :D 122-54. We won, along with Chung Cheng C Girls though. Yeah.

We Tkg people were being so pathetic looking at the scoreboard saying,
"Whoa. Have you ever seen a 90 for a score in any matches that Tkg has ever played?"
"No."

Haha, okay, we're so damn pathetic ya. But yeah, so what?

After the long match with Bukit Merah, played more matches with the Chung Cheng people.

Argh. I so need to drive to the basket more. I did what, the power lay up, from the left? Haha. Yay. I didn't block the fat 7 afterall. Kelly offered to block her for me. :D Yay. I think Kelly has improved a lot. She is getting more aggressive now. :D Yay. Haha.

I so don't want ______ in the team. I think people who were at the debrief should know who. Argh. Better not grumble so much, maybe she also don't want me in the team. Oh no.

After training, went back home.

Had a bath, & oh crap, I broke the shower head. Oooops.

Went to Serangoon for dinner. I ate hell lot. I was damn hungry. Oh no, I'm starting to be like a pig. Just that, pigs can't play basketball. :D Haha. I didn't eat that much what anyway. Just more than what I usually eat. :D

Anyway, I've got an Elmo.. soft toy. It's not big.. sadly. I want a big Elmo soft toy. D: This is so retarded but ya, I want. D: Haha.

Oh, one last thing.
For everyone that tag my blog, please reflect on yourself or your school before talking about others'. Thank you.

Bye. :D