That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile 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? Tagboard Credits ©Glamouresque.	Tuesday, March 31, 2009 Hello. Watching NBA is not helping. /: Top 10 of every day's matches is cool. But come on.. ------ People are watching my blog. Telling others to speak for the people to ask for an explanation. [man, am I landing myself in trouble already. ] I would like to clear some things up though. Though I don't know what it will help. --- #1. "I hope that stupid guy turns up this coming Wednesday in order to motivate someone to play better. Our 王牌。" -Stupid guy, is 王牌's crush. [Not you.] -王牌 is obviously the one and only person that was called that during debrief after Mjr's match. [Not anyone else, and do not point others in.] #2. I guess, I cannot talk about teachers from others school here. O: [ I'm so sorry Mr Zaki. HAHA. ] OH OH OH. BTW. Mr Zaki is my primary school teacherhe is awesome. Crap, I wasn't supposed to say that. /: --- I've got this big feeling I'll probably get stripped off my position. But, I don't want people to get misleaded by what I write. [ Refers to #1. ] ------ OH NO. /: Tomorrow is our match with Dunman. & I can't have any commentsno comments. I'm sorry that I'm not really confident about the match tomorrow. Let's just try our best tomorrow alright team. Tomorrow, recess spend it at court after eating. Meet at court 1 o'clock. Dark jersey alright. Here I'm done, & I'm doomed. /: Bye.