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, October 3, 2009 the ceiling. If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together Let your waves crash down on me and take me away Please do. Been ages since I last blogged, nothing much happened anyway. Exams have officially started, no extremely hard paper yet, besides Geography. I'm no longer mugging cos I don't think I gain anything from it. Information just going in and getting out when I mug. My plans of doing constant revision for subjects like Science has probably failed, I can't keep up. Blogging's a really nice way to just vomit however I feel out. But then again it's the internet, it isn't safe. I need friends, trustworthy ones. I don't know why I'm so particular about trust. Once bitten twice shy. But then again, I can't expect them to be there for me whenever I'm down. Cos they are definitely not here. I need a game of basketball. It rained in the morning. I've finally pumped my basketball, so I've been doing ball handling in my room. But with limited space, nothing much can be done. Home's supposingly where you feel most safe at. But I feel safer in school, at court. It can't be me, it's you. I think that the team's pretty awesome. We've got the basketball picture for the year. It's quite nice, some faces were squashed in the informal one. I thought, if we replaced W with M, the picture may have been or looked, more meaningful. No coach in the picture, why? Figured, blogging landed me in deep shit before. Asking simple questions, almost got me barred from trainings and even competition. I shouldn't be raking these things up, I'm probably in trouble already. How sweet. Sorry I can't help but think of how pathetic you are. I pity you if your life's that meaningless. But seriously, get a life, stop fucking not only mine, but others' life up. I try telling myself it won't matter everytime but it's affecting me. I'm in the living room, watching F1 rocks now. I thought I could talk to you when I was down. Or at least, know that someone would be there. I guess it's pretty much of my wishful thinking, I thought this friendship would last. But now, it's like fuck, or rather nothing. Sorry I'm just crapping very much now. I think I'm crazy. Last night was weird. Fifteen minutes before midnight, the pro Chinese students left the court. I was doing some ball handling at midnight. 10 minutes after midnight, I changed the cover of my comforter. 30 mins after midnight, I was doing some spring cleaning till one or was it two? Whoa. This week's gonna be great. Sarcasm just so rock. I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEBODY ANYBODY IT DOESN'T MATTER I HOPE.