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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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Thursday, April 9, 2009
Beyond perfection babe.

Hello.

Yay I've finally managed to take a break from MSN convos & update my blog.
Oh man, Lebron is staring at me on my deskstop.
HAH.
-blush-

OH BASKETBALL HAVE LOCKERS BABYYYYY.

Be jealous.
Who cares about the prefects and their tea time together.
We still have lockers all the same.

I think I'm mad.
I jumped around school talking about lockers.
High like shit.

I want to decorate it man
With Lebron.
Sarah had better not put Kobe beside my locker.
I'll paste Lebron on top.

MUAHAHHAHA.

& I'll disfigure Kobe.
#23 <3

Then Anglican.
Suck big time

CCH VS MANJUSRI.

How my heart is split-

First quarter-90% MJR. 10% CCH.
Second quarter- 95% MJR. 5% CCH.
Third quarter- 55% MJR. 45% CCH.
Fourth quarter- 60% MJR. 40% CCH.
End of match- 30% MJR. 70% CCH.

I feel so guilty.

We spent a very long 50 seconds at Anglican.
Tie and there was over time for them.

#10 dragged time, broke down, cried?

Our match.
We won, but to me, it feels like nothing.
I almost forgot we won.
Oh, cos the match was played for the sake of playing.

First match we won with Coach Ryan.
9 April 2009.
Must remember.
HAH.
Like some anniversary like that.

Actually, it's the first match we've won by ourselves.
Yay, how pathetic.

Suddenly, from 10 people msn left only 1.
Tsk, they've all gone to watch Joshua.

How nice?

So I should be going right?

HAH.
Tsk I think I'm mad.

Yay we've got locker manzxcs.
Did I say that already?
Yes I did, oops.

OH ASSEMBLY TODAY.
Retard.

"I want nobody, nobody but you."
-clapclap-
-clap-

Haha.

Yay Lynette my sandwich.

I figured I'm trying to avoid what happened for the past few days.
Ah it's pissing.

Take it that I gave up, people, to cover up for my horrible performance okay.

Okay bye.