<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/7247387677626955294?origin\x3dhttp://3825633.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=3516409553009350420&blogName=Live+Preview.&publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&navbarType=BLUE&layoutType=CLASSIC&searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fx-threemilesdown.blogspot.com%2Fsearch&blogLocale=en&homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fx-threemilesdown.blogspot.com%2F" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>
 

 


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.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Weekends.

HELLO.

i am sad. D:

anw, spent my night at my aunt's house. slept at a early 10pm. woke up at 10.30 in the morning. twelve an a half hour of sleep. whoa. oh well. she gave me some oil to apply on my tigh on a regular basis. i forgot what it does to it. i am so tired. the cedar girls' paper is hard. :O

oh well. i am bored. bored. bored. my computer's bluetooth seems to have a problem. i put the new exam time table onto the front of my foolscap pad. the previous one is below it. and it the school is going to adjust the time table some more, the front it going to get thicker and thicker.

weekends are boring.
weekends are when there is no drive in me to study.
weekends are when i have zero chance of seeing him.
weekends are when pamela sit around and do nothing.
weekends are stupid.
- no school.
- no friends.
- no basketball.
- no me.
weekends are s*itty.

i am desperately in need of your shoulder, weijun.

bye. D: