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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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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Everyday.

Hello.

My legs are aching. D:
From an extra training.
We're not supposed to train today.
Then a training was added so that we can have a match with Chung Cheng.
& we mainly came because we were supposed to go Chung Cheng.
Then somehow it was canceled.
Playing matches among ourselves can be quite fun too.

Oh my.

_______ is the ultimate extra one.
He is so damn freaky and dirty.
Those stupid laughters and constantly mumbling words to yourself out loud is very irritating.
Seriously, get a life.
Stop getting on everybody's nerves.
You think we like you, but we don't.
At least, I don't.

Urghh.
Mathematics test tomorrow.
Mathematics "spring" test.

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Mathematics online test waiting.

This week is very basketball-ish and mathematics-ish.
Ew gross.

Muscles are aching.
I can't believe it.
My shoulders are aching.

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Mathematics here I go.
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Bye.