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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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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
You'll fall apart, talking with your hands.

You think that I'm blind, girl
My eyes are always floating in your mind, girl
You'll have to start over, over again.

Maybe, I'm the one that plays the game
Maybe, I dare to make the scene the same
Over, over again.


muahahahaha.

art today, painting.
zomg i'm amazed that i can actually sit down and paint for an hour.
O:
teacher student conferencing after art.
HAHA MS MO ASK WEIRD QUESTIONS AND GIVE REALLY FUNNY COMMENTS.
maybe th questions ain't that weird la, sigh.

came home.
couldn't find any lunch left at home.
figured my share wasn't even cooked.
so had maggi. ;D

training on monday was hilarious la please.
especially th last match.
we were, screaming shouting running panicking.
th match was damn "intense" for a minute.
WE WENT HIGH.
we were all laughing when it was over.
coach was laughing, too.

pe yesterday was alright.
i kept thinking today was gonna be thursday.
we did aces day dance for pe.
hilarious much, did it with 1e2 and 4e2.
some boxing thing, lynette kicked my ass.
balled during recess.
i love th chair hah.

OH I SAW MIKE ON MY WAY HOME.
on th bus, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
yeah man he don't recognize me. :D

chairman yu -_-
HAHA YOURE INTERESTING LAH.

training tmr.
damn damn, i really think we're gonna die. D:
but match will be fun hopefully. :D

urgh sister got bubbletea i want.

alright. bye. :D

doctor yu wake up! HAHA.