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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 30, 2009
Drunk.

Hello.

No school today. :D
But damn, seniors have a match this afternoon at Anglican High.
Urghhh.
So, we still have to go there.

D:
D:
D:
D:

You all better win.
Else 100 laps. :O

Yesterday's training was kind of slack.

Warm ups.
Ran 10 rounds around the court.
200 lay ups.
150 lay ups, the modified way.
1 Vs 1 with seniors.
1 Vs 1 with ourselves.
1 Vs 1 (Competitive). - Juniors Vs Seniors.
Debrief.
The "Tk Jiayou" part-
Eve couldn't stand.
So we had to do it above her head.
She crushed coach's water bottle though.

1 Vs 1 (Competitive) was the best.
It was so fun.
& scary.
If you lose, 1 shuttle run. D:
We lost twice out of 3 rounds okay.
We won the first.
Lost the second.
Lost the third too by one point. D:
So, 2 shuttle runs.
1 with timing, the other without.

Oh school.
Class was okay.

It was a screwed day for me.
Soar throat, and a slight fever.
Felt so sick yesterday.
Slight headache on and off.

Almost slept in history class cos instead of sitting on the second row, I sat on the fourth or fifth.
So, half the paying attention job was gone.

Got the geography time assignment paper back.
6/10.
D:

Today.
I'm going to wear shorts to Anglican.
Laugh at coach's debrief yesterday.
What to NOT wear tomorrowtoday!
Cannot this cannot that.

"Don't wear too revealing but at the same time, don't wear too auntie."

I guess I won't be talking much thanks to my throat today.

Bye.