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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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Saturday, April 4, 2009
I want it.



Hot hot hot.
Haha, go away man.



Hello.

Yay time for me to post again.
:D

Tsk Shawn just called me a stalker cos I introduced her to a blog.
& it belongs to someone I'm currently stalking.
& who by any chance am I stalking?
Who else, next match with who?
Tsk, I think after this they all lock their blog uh.
/:

Monday,
will be real awkward.
D:

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Yay us.
We've got good defence,
but not that good offence.

Miracle must happen,
this is making us sound real lousy.

But hey,
we're not.

We can win ChungCheng.
We must by 25 points and above.

See this stalker,
& feel scared.

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We've got a two-faced ahem.
Real two-faced.

Feel so cheated,
misleaded.

So whish sentence of him is to be believed huh?

Tells A school a thing,
& B another.

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I'm still scared for Monday.

Tsk Eli,
read your blog.

Remove that line alright.
Your teammies(haha adeline!) will be angry uh.
D:

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Science tuition today was okay.
English my compo too short.
/:

Before science I was in the class searching for bluetooth device.
& the only device found was,
"Rama",
my tutor.
o_o
HAHA WANTED TO SEND STUFFS SIA.

Bio lesson today.
Sick shit.
Was that obvious enough a hint?

Poker face's playing on my laptop.
Yay.

Boring day much.

Tomorrow monring,
maybe cousin's condo.

OH CRAB FOR DINNER.
Chili crab.
I want pepper.

My mother owes me my Bacardi Breezer.
I can't believe she actually said,
"next time buy for you."

Yay mum.

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Tsk 王牌 doesn't want to be called 王牌.
Aw too bad.
:P

Blog all you want I don't care.
I swear I didn't comment a thing about how your crush(a.k.a. stupid guy) look like.

Btw,
I use "stupid guy" for him,
BECAUSE HE WENT OUT WITH HIS FRIEND,
INSTEAD OF GOING FOR OUR MATCH.

Damn him right,
yes I know.

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Oh yy,
done with your letter.
-.-

HAHA BYE.
:D