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Wednesday, October 13, 2010


I've been waiting a good 4 years to see this.

It's over. It's finally fucking over.  But yet, instead of being able to feel free. my health paid the price. I thought it would feel different you know, walking out of the examination room after the last paper. Well I just had to already feel nauseous DURING the paper....story of my life.

Today at rehearsal, I got a glimpse of the past and it scared me. Alot. Just dancing for like 3 minutes and I had that same chest problem I used to have 2 years ago. It reminded me of how I used to be like 2 years ago, after running around Scape. Ironically we were at Scape. It was fucking scary. I know it may be my bad flu, but just pirouetting made me want to puke my guts out. I think I did a bit. @__@ God.