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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, August 6, 2009

yeap went to school today.
literature ca was disappointing.
i'd better not flunk else i'll fail term3.

i'm at my dad's company now.
whoo explored the fridge.
mmm. one can of tiger. two bottles of wine.
he's downstairs getting boxes from the supplier up.
should i get a cup.
"better not afterwards you go home look blur blur or the wine spoil."
-_-

training just now.
didn't train.
f the hotter the weather the worser my headache gets.
rather self explainatory.
weather cooled down at the last part.
revised math talked to adeline haha arina came with friends.
oh daphne your itouch got sprayed with water.
adeline's and arina's friends fault. x:
haha arina i love your friends. (:
don't insult her already k.
and yeap i totally agree WHY arina's hot.
played match.
ARINA NEXT TIME YOU MUST SHOOOOOOOOOOT. :D
kinda miss training with the sec4s and shu rui too.
haha yeah won arina in 3point.
68-10
happy?
uh talk was rather.. awkward.
_I_

i should be more consistent.
needa train harder.
court hopping anybody anyone.

national day celebrations tmr.
aww sec4s enjoy your party k.
idk what to wear haha.
lynette are we gonna get the gift tmr?
& we're not counting down to 12:34:56 7th August(8) 2009
-_-

oh phone's dead.
gonna relive it soon.

seeya losers.




yeap yeap.
so what if you're my senior.