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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 11, 2009
Speed up your breathing, just close your eyes.




Hello.

Haha, Sentosa yesterday.
Again.
At last my grandma got a chance to watch her musical fountain.
Haha, walked like for the whole day.
Sentosa-Vivo-Harbourfront-Vivo-Harbourfront-Vivo-Sentosa-Home.

So didn't get to go to sleepover at my cousin's house damn.
Else I can go Mountbatten in the morning.
Like early early morning, cos there is crowded with adults.
Like batches of them hogging BOTH courts.

Ohmygod.
I just realised I didn't post about the rest of the week in the previous post.
My bet.
Hahahahah.

Oh shit, what happened.
Let me think.
/:

Uh..
Wednesday was Sports' Day.
Yes, it was kind of boring.
& it ended quite late.


Some people were going crazy for Tang.
No not Esther Tang OF COURSE.
Haha Pam the mean ass.

Please uh, first runners mostly girls he the only guy.
Run slow a bit malu right.

Shawn's house after that.
Macs first.
Adeline, Shawn, Jamie, I.
Swimming HAHA.

Bathed at Shawn's house.

S: "You want hot water?"
Me: "No, ma."
S: "You sure?"
Me: "Yes mummy, I don't want hot water."
S: "Okay you don't want hot water huh."
Me:"YES MUMMY."

Haha she sounded like a mother man.
Stupid Shawn and Adeline, keep knocking the door.

I'm going off for tuition soon.
/:

Thursday.
I only remember going crazy for lockers.
OH SOMEONE TALKED TO HER BOTTLE.
Me: "Eh all go there watch match."
-Everyone moves except for that someone.-
-Holds her bottle.-
Me: "Uh you can come and get your bottle later you know."
S: "Oh."
-Talks to her bottle, "I come get you later kay."-

*Someone= Sarah Ting.

Tsk.

Uh.
Did anything else happened.

Oh yesterday was Laura's birthday.
I give her present already.

"Happy birthday Laura.
Love, Pam."
:D
She didn't watch our match.

D:

Okay I think I didn't post a lot more things but my memory is failing me.
OH OH OH.
This is how my Primary 1 brother spell, nurture.

-Having my vocab spelling test by my mum.-
M : "Nurture."
I'm supposed to come up with "cultivate" but it slipped out from my mind.
P: "Oh shit nurture."
B: "You don't how to spell huh.
'Nur', N-E-R."
P: "You don't know one go away."
B: " Ture', C-H-E-R."

So, 'nurture', is spelt this way-
N-E-R-C-H-E-R.
Whoa you rock uh you.

Hahah bye.
Tuition.
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