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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, March 20, 2009
Take it off.

HELLO.

Today's training wasn't such a killer today.
Thank god the sun wasn't out that much.

Full court drills.
Right and left side fast break.
Spin move.
Primary two.
Some step out thing.

3 vs 2.
Oh man, I feel so bad.
Shaikha tripped over my leg.
D:
Fell, and had a bump on her head.
Hope there won't be any side effects.
:D

Figure of 8 thing.

Break,
1 Vs 1 with Coach.
Damn, I thought I was going to be scolded by him.
Played by 4 balls.

Shooting.
:D
Under basket.
Primary two/three/four/five.
3 POINT. :D
It was sort of like a competition. Between Coach and everyone of us.
Coach shot 2 pathetic shots. I shot 4. HAHA. The most. :D URGHH.
It's still damn little. But, more shooting on Monday. :D Yay.

OH ADELINE CAME. :D
URGHHH. Your 方大同 Cd.
D:

Played match.
Nothing much to say.

Donuts.

Stupid rain.

Home.
:D

Should I ball later.
D:

Oh well, it depends a lot whether I can wake up.
Man, I wanna sleep.
My eyes are closing. D:

HAHA BYE.