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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 01:07:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>PRETEND MAKE BELIEVE.</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Oh My Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I figured out that I am suffering depression.&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m actually serious. I came home crying, and my mom had a loooooong talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what was the point of living?&lt;br /&gt;And why is life so important..&lt;br /&gt;And that I am practically a &lt;strike&gt;failure&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[shit like that..]&lt;br /&gt;Then she summed up that I was more mature for my age and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like, for example.&lt;br /&gt;All my friends and classmates, basically kids my age are only worrying about &apos;boys, cliques, and the latest fashion trend&apos;...&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, think about my future, my career, what was I meant to do in this world, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I&amp;nbsp;usually pretend to have fun and stuff with my friends.... but secretly, I&apos;ve always wondered what was the point of all of this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter about the clothes you own? Like, is it going to affect your life, in possibly, the next ten years?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Does it really &lt;strike&gt;fuckin&lt;/strike&gt; matter about the people you&apos;ve gossiped about behind their backs, is that going to make your whole life a lot better?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just sometimes &lt;strike&gt;fuckin&lt;/strike&gt; feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I didnt,&lt;br /&gt;I just don&apos;t know how... &lt;em&gt;not to pretend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know is to be a failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....And tomorrow is the first day of school. How lovely.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>I&apos;m Not Okay.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 23:02:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ORIENTATION, DEUX.</title>
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  <description>Today was the &lt;strike&gt;first&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; day of orientation.&lt;br /&gt;The whole grade went to some park to do some &apos;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&apos; activities..&lt;br /&gt;yeah... &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a LOT of people... about 120 students? (well, it&apos;s a big number for me, the most kids I&apos;ve ever had in a grade was about 60...)&lt;br /&gt;We all went to a park which reminded me a lot like &lt;u&gt;Greenkill&lt;/u&gt;. [there were cabins.....just like camp.]&lt;br /&gt;I made a few new &lt;strike&gt;friends&lt;/strike&gt;...um, aquaintances today.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not too sure I could call them friends... &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They were all really nice.... well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, different from my old friends.... actually, I still want to hang out with them because I really missed them over the summer....&lt;br /&gt;They just get boring sometimes... well, one of them &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know, she sometimes gets on my nerves... just a &lt;em&gt;teensy&lt;/em&gt;-bit.. so, I want to hang out with new people, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;[Because for the past &lt;strong&gt;eight years&lt;/strong&gt;, I&apos;ve been with the same 60 kids......ugh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were divided into these 10 groups, each with two seniors as our &apos;peer-leaders&apos;&lt;br /&gt;None of my old friends were in my group....(this usually happens, I figure)&lt;br /&gt;There were about 4 &lt;strike&gt;old kids&lt;/strike&gt; aka survivors, and the rest were new, all in total, 11 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It was....um, okay. I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn&apos;t that close to any of them.... ( I made new friends later on..)&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;liked my peer leaders though, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They both were really kind and down-to-earth,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We&apos;re suppose to meet them once every cycle in our schedule...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groups basically did activities that involved teamwork, nothing I&apos;ve never done before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the day, I guess I could say, I&apos;m &lt;em&gt;looking forward &lt;/em&gt;to high school... i hope.&lt;br /&gt;.... I just don&apos;t wanna jinx it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Hong Kong Garden</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 02:47:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LIFE IS FULL OF IMPERFECTIONS.</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;...Sadly, I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,. &lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of orientation. [For some apparent reason, we have a THREE-DAY orientation... &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;]&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s right folks, I&apos;m heading into high school this year.&lt;br /&gt;-as the shy, quite freshman-&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be just lovely to keep a record of how I survive high school.&lt;br /&gt;....but I personally don&apos;t think I will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if I do,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This is living proof.&lt;br /&gt;...wait, but this blog isnt alive... or is it? [[ha ha ha..]]&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 50 new kids recently came to our school, and now our grade has just doubled.&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see, my grade is pretty small....)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a bit odd to see all the new faces, but I felt relieved to finally see my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I pushed through the doors, walking into the cafeteria,&lt;br /&gt;All these new faces, new voices, chattering, giggling, arguing,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt that my stomach had dropped to my knees,&lt;br /&gt;My face was hot and I knew it was burning,&lt;br /&gt;All my confidence was gone, nothing left but self-consciousness..&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt really uneasy,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like this year would be a long one.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As you can see, I&apos;m not really that great at writing blogs yet, so I apologize to whomever reading this which is hopefully, no one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Let the Record Show [Emily Autumn]</lj:music>
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