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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, March 3, 2009
Crap.

HELLO.

I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING IN CAPS. :D
HAHAHAHHAHAAH. WELL ANYWAY.

I just spazz at my own name, that sam typed in caps & bold, & big.

Training yesterday was a screw ball. screw figure of 8, screw fast breaks, screw match. ): The jersey guy came and we took down our sizes. He freaking didn't come with sample. -.- Ah, the new jerseys are going to look great, I think.

Last night was screwed too. Watched Campus Superstar last night. Yay, the little girl's back in. :D Haha, I watched till I cried like shit at one of the story of the contestants. ): Anyway, much better now. :D

I hate Mr J.
He suck):

Ms Ang rock a lot more.
:D

HAHAH.

AH. NICOLE IS SOME MEANASS. ):
GO TO HER BLOG.
Ah, why am I even advertising her blog here. -.-

I forgot what I wanted to add on.
Tomorrow's literature already.
Today's fried food day.

HAHAHAHHH.

edit/

I forgot to post something.

Mdm Surayah lost her voice today.
& she loves us.
:D
Aw, we knew that long ago teacher, LONG AGO. (It's quite obvious.)

-Mdm Surayah writes on the board.-
"I lost my voice.
So please do your work."
-Pause and notice the we were still standing.-
"Good morning."
-Class greets.-
Class: Mdm Surayah, if you're sick you should stay at home.
- All the crapconcern about her health, & persuading her to stay at home. -
- Mdm Surayah writes on the board. -
"Because
I ♥ YOU. "
- Class makes a heart shape using our hands and show it to her. -

HAHAH.

I hate dogs.
):
I got a shock from my neighbour's this morning in the lift.
I paused at the lift and stared at the dog.
Then when I went in I stood as close to the dog and as far away from the dog as possible.


Bye. :D