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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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Friday, October 16, 2009
If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what’s next.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said

Miss you love.

School has crammed so many post exam activites for us which are mostly darn boring.
Yesterday was math for the whole day followed by two boring talks the mascot so scary yes black shirt "they change" hah sorry. Pon most of the activities today the activity at the toilet then half of the celebrations in the classroom then "studied" with Arina got caught then went back with Zel.
Pon shit.

My muscles are aching, did gym for training today.
Haha the gym's sucha a fun yet tortureful place, if only we kept the radio on.

So Daphne's some person who don't know where my triceps are and touch everywhere (?!) but my triceps. & Sarah's a smartie who knows where it is but can't stop talking when her partners and co are looking at the mirror and can't stop admiring herself in the mirror when it's her turn -.- haha own man Daphne don't anyhow touch next time I shy.

Congrats to Shadow you're done with your exams one day later than me muahaha.
Thanks ah jio me go ball when it was drizzling bluff me some more.

He won me in ABC I won in 3 point yes your half court good -.-

Shadow: "Now only got me and hao in the evening already" (Exams you see.)

One hour later, hao ah long delwyn shiou ren 2 dudes one pro 4 chinese (from hostel) are on the court with us, so nice to be a girl they keep letting you get the ball when shooting. We played full court power seh. I think I'm ageing my muscles were aching when I got home from 2.5hours of ball only. -.- There's some "refree-d" game downstairs urgh daaaaaaaaamn.

Training on Thursday was nice it was match all the way, sweeeeeeeet.
Inconsistent shit get up or get out muscles ached more.

Sentosa this Sunday hope that the weather will be great.

What's down sweetie.

No one can make you cry without your consent.