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.	Friday, August 15, 2008 HELLO. omfg. it's mathematics class, again. oh well. Ms lim is nice. " Bloggers, can you hear me? " duh, we can. it's gradient again. and im the only person who passed the homework up, according to christine. how good could someone who is going to do detention this afternoon, and FM's dying to cut her fringe away be? i was sweating like hell during assembly. sweat was everywhere. the side of my head, the parts with hair covering were like wet. if i were to wipe it, sweat would like splash? i am not kidding. serious. then the sweat started dripping down like water droplets. heck. i know you think im kidding, but im NOT. now i am like in aircon, so the sweat is like drying up. and i feel so cold. okay, maybe i was just warm/hot during assembly. and i found out that both you and eli talk alike; telling me to give in to my parents. like, it would never happen, not even if my life was at risk. yes, i hate them so, so much. i am utterly bored, and bored, and bored. i must sooooo go high during training. i want to walk out of school, tired out. hey, don't stress already kay? cheer up a little. :D you make happy sound so sad. ): hmm.. will try my best, to make you happy today. (: gtg. BYE.