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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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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Eggness.

HI ISABEL.

Lol your brother says you're looking at my blog and two others when you're doing work.
Tsk you stalker!

Hahah hello everyone.

Omg Marina Square last night.
I think I think I think I saw someone familiar.
But.. I'm not sure hahaha.

Omg I slept while watching the movie.
Annoying couple in front ahahah.

Oooh texted Zero for almost the whole of yesterday.
Fun ehh.

I can't believe I slept. D:

Omg oh then I went home, duh.

I went to court at 130am.
Beat that.
Jeans jacket, without a basketball.
I wanted to ball there then.
I want to ball there again, but I don't think I'm ever gonna to.
Urghh I bet Shadow was sleeping at that time anyway.
Sigh it's like 7-9 months since I last stood there.
I miss the court. D:
Ah god felt like some old person going to a place where he/she used to go often when she was young.
Somewhat like what they do in the movies.
AH my bubblegum isn't there anymore. D:
Shadow said some cleaner washed it off. ):
Ah court feels smaller but still as "homely".
God no I'm not gonna dedicate a post to the court again.. I think. ):
Sigh court feels smaller.
OMG I MISS COURT LAH. ):

Ah omg stop Pamela.

Morning.
Maggi.
Math.
Lunch.

Oh,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATTY PIG :D

Ah my brother's birthday today.
Omg he frigging demanded a card from me when I woke up.
Gave him one via facebook.

Then.
Ah got pissed f.

Math.
Math.
Math.

Hope the test on Wednesday won't be very hard. D:

Ah omg hahaha Nicky make up your mind what are you! O:

Ah bye.