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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, January 23, 2009
Head over heels.







Hello.

Monday's Campus Superstar was cool.
I think the Malay dude(that eve likes. :X ) is funny.
The way his eyes are when he sings.
Oh my freak, so _____. :D

Tuesday was seniors match with Anglican High.
Put it this way, there this very point in time that we were leading, by 1 point.
Lol, Jamie and I saw a hope.
But oh well.

Wednesday.

The rumours about the Rachell are false okay.
Who the freak are those jealous people who spread the damn rumours?

Thursday's training was awesome.
Somewhat.
We played match. :D
Yay and boooo.
Coach says I'm lazy.
D:
& ____ can replace me like anytime like wtf she can't even do a lay up during match.
Doing fast breaks during match is damn thrilling.
Oh. Read this!

*lines up to fill the bottles one by one.*
*coach tries to cut but there was no chance.*
*coach tries to off the water cooler's switch.*
Jamie: "OIII."
Me: "What happened?"
Jamie: "Oh, he wanted to off the switch."
Me: "Oh. I thought he molest you."
Coach: "What's there to molest?"
Jamie: "Coach. You think you're d*ck very big ah?"
Coach: "Quite big."
Jamie and I: "Ahem."
*Jodie comes with her big bottle.*
Me: "Whoa."
*Drinks water.*
Jodie: "Sorry luh. My bottle very big."
*(Me) Spits water out.. some went onto coach though.*

It was damn gross.
Or perhaps it was my mind.
Read those sentences in bold and see how close they're together.
Friday/today.
Chinese New Year Celebrations.
Scream at Rain.
Seriously speaking, the imitation of Jay was horrible ya.
Mouths wide open at Michael Jackson and his nose.
Oh my freak.
The dragon and lion in the dance was so damn scary looking.
& damn, I'm watching another one close up either on the first or the second day of the new year.
Urgh.
I saw hell lots of super cute Elmo figurines and soft toys when shopping today.
I hear Nicole screaming.
Lol.
Need to go complete the crunches and push ups.

Bye. :D


Just gimme your number, I'm satisfied.


"I want ptg."
"I'm like obsessed with him."
"Urgh."
"I can't possibly send him to you as a b'day present right?"
"Can you? D:"


I swear I didn't feel this bad last year.