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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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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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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Black chickens.

Hello.
:D

HAHA. Training yesterday was tough shit.
The court was as hot as an oven. & in fact, it did looked a garden.
If only TKSS planted more trees there.

"You know why got no trees? It's where girls meet guys."

Sun burn here and there.
I think my skin's gonna start peeling tomorrow.
& Shawn your nose, HAHAHA.

Stupid 5.5 hours of training.
I hope tomorrow's won't be that long.
Else we'd all be black-er chickens.
O:

URGHHHH.

I went to ____ blog.
She is making herself sound so pathetic and hopeless.
Well, maybe.

HAHA.
HuiYu is making my jaws drop, at Jamie.
She is so freaking on uh.
O:

Training tomorrow.
D:
Sun.
The bloody sun.

Today.
Home.
Maths assesments.
HAH SEAN.
Sorry uh. But no downstaris for me.

OH. BASKETBALL SCHOOL TEAM >
REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR EZLINKS/PASSPORTS TOMORROW TO BE PHOTOCOPIED.
:D

Bye. :D