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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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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Obsession.

"For all you know, Andrew Fok may be going for the concert too."


Hello.

Uh. Rachel.
You can thank me in school for putting his name in the first line of my post.

I'm not supposed to be posting now.
Supposed to be doing Mathamatics of Geography.

I've just finished the E-learning trial.
It is super stupid.

"What is your school's name?"
"The Evergreen."

Tsk, many blanks to fill up.
The answer is obviously, Tanjong Katong Girls' School.

Survey and Checklist crap.

Today was fine.
I didn't do P.E.
My ankle was hurting from lay ups yesterday.
Jamie and Rachel were being geeks on the way up to class from books.
Oh man, I thought I saw freaks behind me but it turned out to be them.

Oh, training yesterday was stupid.
We were horrible seniors who didn't like our juniors.
Jamie and I were just fooling around acting.
It totally freaked me out.
Yesterday was real tiring.

Blame it on the weather.

Match was fun.
It was challenging.

Yes, yes, thank you seniors.

I am a forward now.

Wait.
From a forward, to a base, then a forward-base, and now a forward.

Coach "At first see you juicy juicy fat fat one, you confirm be baseline.
But I see you slim down then you run around, so I put you as forward now."
*Everyone gives that "HAHAHA" look.*
____ "I where got fat last time."
Beatrissa "Actually I think you never slim down at all."

O:

I completed this post in 5 minutes while waiting for Asknlearn to finish logging out.

.__.

Bye.

I think only you are able to make me smile till my face cramp.
& I want it to, again.
That is if it's possible to see you for another time.