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, March 27, 2009 When these two hearts wouldn't rhyme, just put your hands on mine. “你们打完这个球赛就去参加排球啦” Hello. Blog hopping's pissing me off. But it's consoling too. Damn. Training yesterday wasn't really enjoyable. Though it wasn't tough. Neither was it easy. Match in the end was horrible much. Seniors won us with the help of Coach. X: "Photo taking today." You can really see Yiying's eyes light up with the word "Camera". But sadly, no such session yesterday. /: He wore the wrong jersey color apparently. Good luck #12 with #12. O: School today. Ms Ngo's real naggy. I'm afraid I'll fail Science. D: Tsk, Adeline has an imaginary boyfriend. Kicked him yesterday. "Forced" to say Hi to him today. - Don't cry babe. Whatever it is, is the someone/something worthy? - Tournament. /: Dunman next. Confidence level 30% We're taught the same thing apparently. But they know full court press. & their teacher's good alright. [If you know what I'm trying to say.] Damn. I hope that stupid guy turns up this coming Wednesday in order to motivate someone to play better. Our 王牌。 Damn everybody else, we've wasted out time. Cos, that is all we need to be called 王牌。 O: Oops, I'm being a little too obvious. Shawn's blog's "motivating" in a way. She praised us man. :D Alright, bye.