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, May 5, 2009 Hello you. Haha omg. Yesterday's training was tiring. Leg ache. Arms ache. Back ache. We did the 200 lay ups. 150(supposed to be 250 but knew it only around the end) lay ups. Then some drills. Fade away stuffs. D: Memories haha. OH WE DID HALF MOON. Omg so funny. I could only do the first one then the rest all got screwed which is so bleh. I miss watching people do full moons. Like how it goes around their waist and under their legs in just 2 steps I think. Ah eli, do you remember! And then we played match. Haha, there was this shiny thing on court that blinded everyone I guess. Do you people even know what I'm driving at?! Overall, playing basketball again is indeed fun. MORE unwanted attention here at my dear blog again. Piss off yo. Today was boring I guess. Except for the fact that there was music. We've finished the movie. What's next Mrs Lee? Shouted to 2e6 the answers. A few people- "HI MDM SURAYAH!" x 3-7 Me- "THE ANSWER IS 8 BTW, X IS 8 OKAYYYY. HAHA oh sorry HI." Mdm Surayah- -__- Haha the usual look on her face. -_- Chinese suck big time. I shouldn't have screwed letter writing up. There goes my hope for an A. Okay, maybe school was fun. Recess was boring. The usual thing. Routine like much. Oh k bye. Talking to us nowadays, is more like an obligation, but not an i-wanna-talk-to-you kinda thing.