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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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Saturday, January 3, 2009
Banned.



Look at his legs flap.

Hello.

Morning.
Breakfast.
200 sit-ups.
50 push ups.
2 mins of bridge.
& more.

Afternoon.
Light lunch.
Bathe.
Count money.
Marble game.
Tuition at ToaPayoh.
Indian tutor.
Funny talker.
Big stomach.

Evening.
Dinner.
Duck rice with egg. :D
Popular.
Files.
Cds.
Performance.
Home.

Night.
Computer.
The Maid.
Freaky.
200 more sit ups.

Enough of short phrases. Let's have sentences instead.

-I hope that Sean's leg recover soon. :D
(Eh, best friend, see how good I am. )
-I hope my mother allows me to go for the basketball dinner on Thursday. :D
(I just want to eat out.)
-The laptop's bluetooth is going crazy.
(Don't tell me it's the on & off disease.)
-Trainings to be tougher & bearable at the same thing.
(I guess, this way, we can improve more.)
-More matches with Chung Cheng!
(Haha. Sabotage?)

Lol. It's as though I am writing some New Year Resolution, which I'm not.

Bye. :D

.. from alcohol.