<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:46:23.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hoping</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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serious&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7884651870109944902?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7884651870109944902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7884651870109944902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7884651870109944902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7884651870109944902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-keep-ourselves-mystery-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1798319142918919583</id><published>2008-04-05T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:59:41.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i do in a way owe the people on this side a little explaination or just a small update on my life. well, sec 4 is you know *waves hands in vague movements*. well, yeah. and i think i've permanently quit riding for now. even after Os. i think the likelihood of me ever getting back onto a horse is very very small. sigh. it's just... things. you know... things. i'm not at all happy with that, but there really isn't anything i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dawn, jun and kath.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys and i dont' think that i'll be seeing you guys anytime soon. ahhwells. say hi to sonny for me. tell him that i love him and really wish that i can ride him again or had been able to ride him before i had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE your blog. how long have you gotten back from spain eh? ahhwells. i hope you're alright. take care yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do sometimes is just to hug you and cry&lt;br /&gt;that scene, i've imagined it so many times in my head&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm letting it slip by with a silent sigh&lt;br /&gt;maybe to see you again, there really is no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange that i should feel that i miss you the most&lt;br /&gt;but i guess you always try to cling onto what you think will disappear&lt;br /&gt;i had you in my arms, now i'm losing and you're quite lost&lt;br /&gt;but i'll go on with me life and soon it won't feel weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you because you could give me freedom&lt;br /&gt;on your back splashing across the sands&lt;br /&gt;and you did give me trouble at times, so i didn't fear boredom&lt;br /&gt;but now i finger that braid of your hair and ask myself "when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really unfair for me to complain about this&lt;br /&gt;since many never experienced what i had with you&lt;br /&gt;but because i had you and now i don't, you i really do miss&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help it, i just miss the times i had with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny and silly i fine this whole chunk of a poem&lt;br /&gt;why writing to you who won't ever read, you can't even read&lt;br /&gt;it's only to me that'll remember all those moments&lt;br /&gt;only me that'll regret when i come back and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares really then? just one girl who lost her dream&lt;br /&gt;just one girl who lost something that many never had&lt;br /&gt;just one girl out of so many more in a realm&lt;br /&gt;i could cry, i could frustrate, but who's going to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's more than just having to quit riding&lt;br /&gt;more than just losing you to another&lt;br /&gt;more like i'm sometimes wondering why i'm living&lt;br /&gt;and you were conveniently just there to make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in ways unknown and ununderstandable to many&lt;br /&gt;you were and are important in my life&lt;br /&gt;and this whole scene i still find quite laughable and funny&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't help but keep asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back and i can see all the connections that others cannot&lt;br /&gt;i can look back and replay whatever scenes i still remember&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking and screaming "why?" and the wind whispers happily "why not?"&lt;br /&gt;and to that i can't say anything but shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a late night now, almost midnight&lt;br /&gt;the time when reality returns with a new day&lt;br /&gt;not that it matters, i can't vision dreams at night&lt;br /&gt;and each day is supposedly a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where and what are new beginnings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1798319142918919583?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1798319142918919583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1798319142918919583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ago. here's the puzzle that i did michelle. pics are terribly but ohhwells. haha. you can come see it when you come this christmas(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71UzKfdwFI/AAAAAAAAACs/lOsbFlKaVB8/s1600-h/P1030325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381185257586770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71UzKfdwFI/AAAAAAAAACs/lOsbFlKaVB8/s400/P1030325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the top left of the picture killed my eyes &gt;&lt; it's just black and black and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71UzqfdwGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XEdcr8gGK7c/s1600-h/P1030326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381193847521378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71UzqfdwGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XEdcr8gGK7c/s400/P1030326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; closeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71Uz6fdwHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HanNdSa9Q54/s1600-h/P1030328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169381198142488690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R71Uz6fdwHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HanNdSa9Q54/s400/P1030328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. love ya michelle. come over and we can do a puzzle together again^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-9087129919891328664?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/9087129919891328664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7019861997744647220</id><published>2008-02-08T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:07:47.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is probably the most boring looking blog but do you see me caring?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;ohhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll let it slip through my fingers and watch it drown below the ripples.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7019861997744647220?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7019861997744647220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some say that&lt;br /&gt;Time changes&lt;br /&gt;Best friends can&lt;br /&gt;Become strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't want that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No not for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;We can make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are again&lt;br /&gt;Same old arguement&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;If things'll ever change, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like you did back when&lt;br /&gt;We made noise till 3 am&lt;br /&gt;And the neighbors would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things we talk about&lt;br /&gt;You know they stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the things we laugh about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll bring us through it every time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-884459134244037305</id><published>2008-01-19T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:32:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kept on trying and falling trying and falling trying and falling&lt;br /&gt;i was dizzy but the teacher looked like she expected me to be able to do it&lt;br /&gt;so i kept on trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and i still failed.&lt;br /&gt;terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeeda. this blog is revived! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle;&lt;br /&gt;did you try to call me today? i saw your missed call about two minutes after you put the phone down i supose. I miss you terribly dear. i'll send you my timetable soon kays? and i'll put a pic of the puzzle here soon like i promised.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* i hope you're doing okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-884459134244037305?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/884459134244037305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=884459134244037305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/884459134244037305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/884459134244037305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-kept-on-trying-and-falling-trying-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7292410644726566094</id><published>2007-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:23:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7292410644726566094?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7292410644726566094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7292410644726566094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7292410644726566094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7292410644726566094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7439865253075872828</id><published>2007-12-23T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:29:47.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone had said in a way that I should update. So update I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's annoying like the staggering of a broken record player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, December 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolling yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I guess it was in a way&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lose my voice so I'm quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;we are the reason is still my favourite song&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still unofficial and uncomfirmed but i think john's gonna be my sunday school teacher next year.&lt;br /&gt;He went and said somthing like "You'll be seeing more of me next year. hinthint"&lt;br /&gt;yes i think i get the hint?&lt;br /&gt;i have mixed feelings about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s/&gt;just like everything else&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really quite okay, he's not that bad a teacher^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really starting to think that I am nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;I've been unable to sleep until it is about 3-5 am for the past few days? weeks? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think that coffee works on me/:&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed. wheeee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s/&gt;about everything&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm thinking too much backwards into the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and too much forward into the future of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm thinking on things far-fetched and imaginary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I"m thinking on things that are anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but the hard core of present reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7439865253075872828?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7439865253075872828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7439865253075872828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7439865253075872828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7439865253075872828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/12/someone-had-said-in-way-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3708580361744683778</id><published>2007-12-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:44:29.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R1QkKbg9OyI/AAAAAAAAACc/1bNXRtOvAvk/s1600-R/P1020104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139772836339858210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R1QkKbg9OyI/AAAAAAAAACc/d3dqins8fL8/s400/P1020104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3708580361744683778?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3708580361744683778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3708580361744683778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3708580361744683778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3708580361744683778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/R1QkKbg9OyI/AAAAAAAAACc/d3dqins8fL8/s72-c/P1020104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2675526974913994768</id><published>2007-12-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:50:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Performance i guess was somewhat terrible because in the first one, one girl made a huge mistake and the whole thing was kinda messed out. And then from there we all made so many blunders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were these other groups i think they were doing hip hop. I wanted to see but i didn't have time. I shall do so tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate gel but because my hair is now short they said they had to spray it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;three down, three more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2675526974913994768?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2675526974913994768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2675526974913994768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2675526974913994768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2675526974913994768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/12/performance-i-guess-was-somewhat.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4309476434270432422</id><published>2007-11-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:49:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VBS was honestly quite great. Especially after listening to Oreo and Michelle describe their classes. They make me feel that compared to their classes, my class are absolute angels. But i had already thought that before talking to them, compared to my last two classes they are seriously really really guai. A nice evident proof would be that I'm here typing when all the other times in VBS I fell asleep right after VBS, &lt;s/&gt;or maybe it was that awful sip of coffee i had over dinner&lt;/s&gt;. There's just one girl that's a little difficult. Her problems are just so petty. I don't know what to do with her. But the rest of the class is great, so let us leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera died on me): and the lighting in the sanctuary makes everyone orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and dear all here's a lovely notice to you all &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;s/&gt;though many of you don't usually come here&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is kinda like the prepaid card and cut the long story short, i need to use my phone more so if anyone wants to talk or even through messaging to like some random person cause you're bored or because of something or other, you can try me. &lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to use my phone more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4309476434270432422?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2583627732599958301</id><published>2007-11-26T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:21:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VBS preparations are going slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't finished my painting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already done&lt;br /&gt;*counts*&lt;br /&gt;about 14-15 hours of drawing and painting.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;got cramps on my right leg from painting for about seven hours):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to see the other decorations):&lt;br /&gt;that's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go early to church tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;whee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to be in TZ camp committee ever again.&lt;br /&gt;it's just chaos.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;em&gt;what's the point of this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2583627732599958301?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2583627732599958301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2583627732599958301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2583627732599958301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2583627732599958301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/vbs-preparations-are-going-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6508433820184448719</id><published>2007-11-21T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:49:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the longer you drag this on the more you'll have to do later on just to make up for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the longer you wait the worse it's going to be later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the longer you do nothing the more you'll regret later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then do something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deal with it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can really go on about this forever... you're going to have to face it in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6508433820184448719?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6508433820184448719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6508433820184448719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6508433820184448719'/><link 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things&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'm interpreting things wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8354163806985383429?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8354163806985383429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8354163806985383429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8354163806985383429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8354163806985383429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-front-part-of-laycrymosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6404355503634517768</id><published>2007-11-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:06:50.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i  rode Lobo today&lt;br /&gt;The impression he has on me is just this lump of a horse that refuses to move no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was different today&lt;br /&gt;so so so very different&lt;br /&gt;He felt quite sensitive &lt;br /&gt;to the bit and the whip&lt;br /&gt;But towards the end he started cutting corners&lt;br /&gt;but Nicola said i did well &lt;br /&gt;so i shall just be satisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really cheered me up. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I really needed it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lobo's huggable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6404355503634517768?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6404355503634517768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6404355503634517768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6404355503634517768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6404355503634517768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-rode-lobo-today-impression-he-has-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5637381903096462309</id><published>2007-11-12T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:15:56.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's raining now caro&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure you've noticed&lt;br /&gt;hope you're happy about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's list down &lt;u/&gt;the things i have to do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. draw the VBS logo (that is going to be as big as a notice board)&lt;br /&gt;2. start doing my lesson for VBS (i have no idea what i'm going to do)&lt;br /&gt;3. do self portrait w/ friend (i hate self portraits and paper size is A1 if i rmb correctly)&lt;br /&gt;4. do art assignment themed 'damaged' (as stupid as it seems, i'm going to paint this)&lt;br /&gt;5. try out this year's higher art paper (only problem is that i've lost it)&lt;br /&gt;6. study A maths (oh joy)&lt;br /&gt;7. revise all my other subjects (I have a feeling i'm not going to do this)&lt;br /&gt;8. read more (my poor english grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when put into categories it's&lt;br /&gt;-VBS&lt;br /&gt;-School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. makes me feel a hell lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i've missed out some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has little point&lt;br /&gt;if any at all&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm not so dependent on this anymore&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not dependent on this anymore~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5637381903096462309?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5637381903096462309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5637381903096462309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5637381903096462309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5637381903096462309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-raining-now-caro-but-im-sure-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6251419133311349433</id><published>2007-11-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:29:48.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;some things will just disappear on you.&lt;br /&gt;turn away and when you turn back it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some times&lt;br /&gt;they'll come back&lt;br /&gt;but most times it's highly doubtable that they'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change&lt;br /&gt;adaptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adaptable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more weeks to the performance&lt;br /&gt;which means two more weeks to the start of december&lt;br /&gt;which means 6 more weeks to the start of a new year&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm indecisive&lt;br /&gt;about.. things&lt;br /&gt;but why am i when most things are out of my control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;i still have VBS to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not being sacarstic&lt;br /&gt;not exactly^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;ladeeda.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for next thurs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131202569631754530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzWxjQF46SI/AAAAAAAAACU/C6AR8ecln-o/s200/P10108092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;eternity of stars falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6251419133311349433?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6251419133311349433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6251419133311349433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6251419133311349433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6251419133311349433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-things-will-just-disappear-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzWxjQF46SI/AAAAAAAAACU/C6AR8ecln-o/s72-c/P10108092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8234556212567366401</id><published>2007-11-09T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:53:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's snowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;winter's come again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will i stay sane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch the raven take wing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130806371783600386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzRJNgF46QI/AAAAAAAAACE/UjjWdgNZpN4/s320/P1010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair feels longer.&lt;br /&gt;somewhat/:&lt;br /&gt;i have half a mind to go cut it&lt;br /&gt;but then there's nothing to cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if actually miss my long hair&lt;br /&gt;then i think about how i would feel if i still did have it&lt;br /&gt;and i think i would have cut it anyway then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130806337423861970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzRJLgF46NI/AAAAAAAAABs/dwmPDshY_o8/s320/P1010359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8234556212567366401?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8234556212567366401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8234556212567366401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8234556212567366401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8234556212567366401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-snowing-winters-come-again-and-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzRJNgF46QI/AAAAAAAAACE/UjjWdgNZpN4/s72-c/P1010215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5883497202638803583</id><published>2007-11-09T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:06:14.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i am starting to like to eat bread a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells, I"m tired and I"m s__r__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start writing michelle's letter&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i haven't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get started on VBS stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just crushing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5883497202638803583?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5883497202638803583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5883497202638803583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5883497202638803583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5883497202638803583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-i-am-starting-to-like-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8418403025413229347</id><published>2007-11-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:07:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzL4UQF46JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FX1eUpMgVWk/s1600-h/P1010457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130435952329156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzL4UQF46JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FX1eUpMgVWk/s320/P1010457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone needs compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A love that's never failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let mercy fall on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A kindness of a Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hope of nations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He can move the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My God is Mighty to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is Mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author of salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So take me as You find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fill my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything i believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I saw the lyrics and i guess it just struck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have an image of walking in a blank space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only whiteness, not just some fuzzy haze &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there used to be people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there used to be buildings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there used to be colours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there used to be so many things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it's just a blinding whiteness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i close my eyes to darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130441411232590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzL9SAF46MI/AAAAAAAAABk/8JbQX1CaG94/s320/P1010214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8418403025413229347?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8418403025413229347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8418403025413229347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8418403025413229347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8418403025413229347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyone-needs-compassion-love-thats_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzL4UQF46JI/AAAAAAAAABM/FX1eUpMgVWk/s72-c/P1010457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7751978038242752878</id><published>2007-11-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:04:04.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLXdAF46DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/By4FvKjbg1k/s1600-h/P1010709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130399818769295410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLXdAF46DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/By4FvKjbg1k/s320/P1010709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone needs compassion&lt;br /&gt;A love that's never failing&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;A kindness of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The hope of nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior&lt;br /&gt;He can move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as You find me&lt;br /&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything i believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now i surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, once i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;the holiday to australia&lt;br /&gt;really was a holiday for me&lt;br /&gt;from everything&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130398525984139298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLWRwF46CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4yTFtgDnl_8/s320/P1010585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to aussie i must say was fun&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport, val forgot her passport&lt;br /&gt;but it got to her in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ride there was... not good&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find a good position to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened on the first morning&lt;br /&gt;but ohhwells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roommates were val, steph, min feng, joanne and nicloe low&lt;br /&gt;we had... fun at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone went high on cocoa pops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ESPECIALLY val)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many many many pictures that i can blackmail val with&lt;br /&gt;but to go through the whole process of blackmailing is too troublesome&lt;br /&gt;hmm. whee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first morning&lt;br /&gt;we were brought shopping&lt;br /&gt;but me and ming just walked round the place till it was time&lt;br /&gt;val steph nic and jo were all looking at clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't remember what happened next&lt;br /&gt;but there on the 2nd or 3rd day&lt;br /&gt;we went whale watching&lt;br /&gt;it was cool though i couldn't get a close shot of it&lt;br /&gt;was the first i think to spot the sprout&lt;br /&gt;got a crunchie for that(:&lt;br /&gt;it was cool though&lt;br /&gt;saw a whale do breeching from a distant away&lt;br /&gt;and my camera decided then to run out of battery):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130402644857776194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLaBgF46EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zhgW2vhMePA/s320/P1010514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had two snorkeling trips&lt;br /&gt;one was in brisbane the other on green island&lt;br /&gt;that one was just terrible&lt;br /&gt;the water was freezing cold and we could barely see anything&lt;br /&gt;and then on that very night&lt;br /&gt;i fell sick. really really really sick&lt;br /&gt;the only idiot that fell sick&lt;br /&gt;totally lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;fever was so terrible that i felt that the heat i was giving out was so great that my bed couldnt absorb it fast enough so it was reflected at back at me&lt;br /&gt;prayed really hard so get well and i was so sure that it would take me days to recover&lt;br /&gt;but i recovered in one night&lt;br /&gt;i'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day of that was movie world&lt;br /&gt;it was really really really cool&lt;br /&gt;i got hugged and petted by tweety ._.&lt;br /&gt;and i went on my very first crazy roller coaster: Superman Escape&lt;br /&gt;haha. unexpectedly went high after that&lt;br /&gt;went to many other rides as well like scooby doo&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i actually like all the thrills from roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;expected myself to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day of that we took a plane to cairns&lt;br /&gt;then we went onto the skyrail&lt;br /&gt;it was long and fun&lt;br /&gt;kept on scaring ming by stating when we were going down&lt;br /&gt;whee. the view was lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterthat, went to reef tech&lt;br /&gt;learnt a hell lot about marine stuff&lt;br /&gt;the whole lecture got me all excited about it&lt;br /&gt;and i was considering not going at first cause i didn't want to fall sick again&lt;br /&gt;but then i just had to go after that&lt;br /&gt;so snorkeling the next day&lt;br /&gt;and just seeing it all just made me think that all my other snorkeling trips were just a waste of money&lt;br /&gt;but that was seriously really worth it&lt;br /&gt;so if you ever wanna go snorkeling fo green island. it is worth it&lt;br /&gt;water was clear and warm so unlike the first one&lt;br /&gt;and we saw blue spotted sting rays, only above the water though&lt;br /&gt;and clown fishes. ming said they were common but i only saw the two that crystal pointed outnd parrot fishes that were 2 1/2 times of my hand&lt;br /&gt;there's suppose to be a huge wrasse by the name of wally&lt;br /&gt;really really huge fish as seen in the photos&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't see him):&lt;br /&gt;nor did we see sharks or turtles):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. this is getting long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130406600522655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLdnwF46GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vcg1J9PyeNw/s320/P1010647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... i think it was the second last day of the trip&lt;br /&gt;went to a few plantations/factories: chocolate and cheese, coffee and milk&lt;br /&gt;milk and the chocolate and cheese factory wasn't all that good&lt;br /&gt;we only watched a video for the chocolate and cheese factory&lt;br /&gt;and the place smelled weird&lt;br /&gt;i would rather have stayed outside with the cows&lt;br /&gt;but the bull wasn't so happy&lt;br /&gt;the coffee plantation was cool though&lt;br /&gt;drank my first cup of cappuchino&lt;br /&gt;it was nice. though i don't see myself ever getting addicted to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130404122326526034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLbXgF46FI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oyg56P-CA_c/s320/P1010742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it i think&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that i didn't buy much stuff for anyone&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid that's what you get when your friend's a bit too sensible&lt;br /&gt;or (if you like this better)&lt;br /&gt;when your friend just doesn't know how to shop&lt;br /&gt;or if you have your own version that's fine by me&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;wells. it's just that nothing seemed to be worth buying so i'm sorry):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All exclaiming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are amazing GodAll powerful, untamable,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None can fathom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All powerful, untamable,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130397465127217170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLVUAF46BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GNpCqnV154E/s320/P1010748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7751978038242752878?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7751978038242752878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7751978038242752878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7751978038242752878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7751978038242752878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyone-needs-compassion-love-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PexVHNsj5ds/RzLXdAF46DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/By4FvKjbg1k/s72-c/P1010709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5831300304601177382</id><published>2007-10-31T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:39:56.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lie when I say that I have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I can lie better to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said before that the life we live in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're running in a circle, that's how we're livin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;round and round with no end in sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an endless circle with no where to hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;and i have an headache.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still packing.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, but i don't really have any motivation to do it&lt;br /&gt;or anything for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fade out of existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's happened since?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Just everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't seem impossible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it simply doesn't seem possible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm asking how. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getter no answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tonight.&lt;br /&gt;bye to anyone still around.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on the 7th night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there's a gap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get someone else to fill it for you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3462431275353978555</id><published>2007-10-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:03:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Third song lyrics of the day.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't heard of this before today.&lt;br /&gt;i really think i'm spending too much time on the comp ._.&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are going to pay&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's good that i'm going australia&lt;br /&gt;where i definitely won't be spending so much time here&lt;br /&gt;but i can' help it&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything else to do&lt;br /&gt;the two other books that i bought are long and draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live in a world of imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeed more songs):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm in a better mood i suppose&lt;br /&gt;thank you to cyeo for entertaining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they treat you like they would a child&lt;br /&gt;but just to make them hwppy&lt;br /&gt;play along; their silly game of happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3462431275353978555?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3462431275353978555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3462431275353978555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3462431275353978555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3462431275353978555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-not-alone-together-we-stand-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5218297259427250931</id><published>2007-10-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:27:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fit a square into a circle&lt;br /&gt;Was no life&lt;br /&gt;I defy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;Shedding every colour&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a pigment of truth&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause different&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel so different&lt;br /&gt;And going out is better&lt;br /&gt;Than always staying in&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A hilary duff song of all things&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how it popped into my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5218297259427250931?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5218297259427250931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5218297259427250931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5218297259427250931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5218297259427250931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-go-back-back-to-beginning-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4807736524374568864</id><published>2007-10-30T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:04:51.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cyeo-&lt;br /&gt;you know. i just increased my budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just so&lt;/em&gt; that i can get something for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad's complaining about it&lt;br /&gt;ain't i sweet?&lt;br /&gt;and yes i'm trying to make you feel &lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although i was going to increase it anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; but you don't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;you want sth slytherinenish?&lt;br /&gt;can i just get you a toy snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-&lt;br /&gt;good luck for chem and spanish test&lt;br /&gt;chem for it's &lt;s&gt;stupidity&lt;/s&gt; complexity&lt;br /&gt;and spanish for its... what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;irregular verbs? nouns?&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS.&lt;br /&gt;good luck for your IRREGULAR WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;can't go wrong there(:&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you sth too&lt;br /&gt;although i don't know what. and i no, i am not going to get you a freaking lion.&lt;br /&gt;although in the distant future, i can buy you a ticket to africa&lt;br /&gt;and throw you into a pack of lions&lt;br /&gt;especially those maneless &lt;em&gt;man-eating&lt;/em&gt; ones&lt;br /&gt;but they're quite rare):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone want anything else?&lt;br /&gt;although i really don't know what is there in movie world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opposite &lt;em&gt;snoitmoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't belong do i now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel it everyday it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;It brings me down but I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;I've tried everything to get away&lt;br /&gt;So here I go again&lt;br /&gt;Chasing you down again&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I try not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everyday stays the same&lt;br /&gt;It's dragging me down and I can't pull away&lt;br /&gt;So here I go again&lt;br /&gt;Chasing you down again&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I try not to&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;You don't even try&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts that I can't get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead&lt;br /&gt;I know what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;But I want you instead&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on wasting all my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;I try not toOver and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;You don't even try to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm now quite soaked(:&lt;br /&gt;was sorely tempted to walk all the way home&lt;br /&gt;but i had my sketchbook with me&lt;br /&gt;my bag material seemed quite thick but i didn't want to push it too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw oreo on the bus&lt;br /&gt;haven't talked to her for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i volunteered to bring my laptop for sabs&lt;br /&gt;somehow i now wish i didn't&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm very tempted to just walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just go my own way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;minding my own business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i have a lot of things to do today&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even started packing&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i bet i sound like some spoilt kid&lt;br /&gt;well. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;however way you think best&lt;br /&gt;i very much don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened to the girl who did care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to break rules she never did dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's neither here nor there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's gone, long gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but don't look so forlorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause she doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mean you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw that. I SAID I DON"T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm sure you know what you want and what you want to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4807736524374568864?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4807736524374568864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4807736524374568864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4807736524374568864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4807736524374568864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/cyeo-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1928871389140020</id><published>2007-10-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:41:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been on the com all day&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to entertain myself with bleach&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy with thoughts running round my head.&lt;br /&gt;even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, even sleep isn't enough and then i start wondering how it would be to simply stop existing. no, not die.&lt;em&gt; just stop existing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why would you care really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.  you're screwing my life even more&lt;br /&gt;then again, it doesn't matter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1928871389140020?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1928871389140020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1928871389140020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1928871389140020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1928871389140020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-on-com-all-day-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4238805287359816026</id><published>2007-10-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:10:41.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;no other word. just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went kino today.&lt;br /&gt;bought 4 books&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy about that&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bring two of the thickest to australia&lt;br /&gt;i need to pull up on my english&lt;br /&gt;cause i really don't want to write some stupid compo about helping a kid find his wallet late at night in the rain for my o levels&lt;br /&gt;that was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;even if the teacher gave me quite high for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went taka so that i could get sunblock as well&lt;br /&gt;but i came home and realised that i had forgotten&lt;br /&gt;screw lah/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somthing i realised today made me think again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm not sure if it has any significance at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel that i might cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally or not literally so?&lt;br /&gt;did i put cry simply because it rhymes with why?&lt;br /&gt;that's up to you to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and a sigh forms or was that a gasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated and it mounts to anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i might just start hating the world again. or maybe i already am.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somtimes you have somthing to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they never go your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're &lt;strong&gt;simply&lt;/strong&gt; reminded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it isn't your place to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4238805287359816026?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4238805287359816026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4238805287359816026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4238805287359816026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4238805287359816026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-some-reason-i-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5958127510072305037</id><published>2007-10-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:42:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro-&lt;br /&gt;someone's good at word stuff i see &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at that kind of stuff&lt;br /&gt;next time i shall just leave the whole thing blank&lt;br /&gt;how long did it take for you to figure?&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you need help with your new dehli stuff&lt;br /&gt;i'm really more than happy to help&lt;br /&gt;my monday is totally free&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* take care friend and cheer up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i could find no tomato or onion bread. what brand was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today was just... a bore&lt;br /&gt;nothing bad happened&lt;br /&gt;i simply &lt;s&gt;wasted&lt;/s&gt; slept the whole morning and afternoon away&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't sleeping i tried watching bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keyword: tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice anime and all but it's boring me&lt;br /&gt;flashy stuff here and there&lt;br /&gt;wheee how fun.&lt;br /&gt;i think i lost my passion/love for manga and anime and their like&lt;br /&gt;i don't even watch tv anymore&lt;br /&gt;or movies or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need somthing to do damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank 3 huge glasses of water in the morning&lt;br /&gt;my lips are still cracked and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm waiting dreading for that feeling to sink in again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm still asking myself how i became like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a book before i go australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5958127510072305037?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5958127510072305037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5958127510072305037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5958127510072305037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5958127510072305037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/caro-someones-good-at-word-stuff-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3326070816383025480</id><published>2007-10-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:18:45.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the last day of school&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm going to have a little next to unlimited free time&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about mundane things&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't done so for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do a self portrait painting of myself and another&lt;br /&gt;that. just that alone makes me consider dropping art&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind leading a normal life of only 8 subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drawing on my wrist has smudged except for three parts of it&lt;br /&gt;and there's smudges on my watch.&lt;br /&gt;*proceeds to draw more on hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabs meeting on tues&lt;br /&gt;what are we supposed to do? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just copy the whole of geog text&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff's just rainforest, marine and mangrove&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to do some research on marine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I_O__TI_N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it begins now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3326070816383025480?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3326070816383025480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3326070816383025480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3326070816383025480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3326070816383025480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-last-day-of-school-i-guess-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6994987373636225953</id><published>2007-10-25T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:59:28.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i always knew it was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i made myself think i didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it's so obvious now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i start asking how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all my life it's been there&lt;br /&gt;dealing by saying i don't care&lt;br /&gt;but that excuse has worn thin&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what that can mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's hard to face something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;something you thought meant nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's so hard to face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let alone solve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things are much more complicated&lt;br /&gt;this thing i've always hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it doesn't make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that i should feel so tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it hasn't started, no, not truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or to myself i'm tricking really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's simple to solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but, no, you wouldn't want to be involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i'll take a reckless dive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and hopefully come back sane and alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm sure i'll still be living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll live to face this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and again and again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;until it WILL stop mattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6994987373636225953?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6994987373636225953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6994987373636225953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6994987373636225953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6994987373636225953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-always-knew-it-was-there-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3764248032285661766</id><published>2007-10-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:42:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm angry and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry and i can't get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3764248032285661766?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3764248032285661766/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8352715935898218044</id><published>2007-10-21T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:48:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's message was: Loving People&lt;br /&gt;basically you can't love God if you can't love people&lt;br /&gt;that and today's incident made me rethink my resolve&lt;br /&gt;but it's making me tired&lt;br /&gt;all this switching from this to that and that to this&lt;br /&gt;just because i'm having doubts&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fickle-minded&lt;br /&gt;what everyone says is the same&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard&lt;br /&gt;since i suppose in a way i screwed up my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;i think you're going to misinterpret me again&lt;br /&gt;i meant that it was an understatement&lt;br /&gt;because in that 'everyday' i was crying&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i hope that finally makes sense&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to say.&lt;br /&gt;you're a great friend. so just chill. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-&lt;br /&gt;don't be jealous dear&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you and be there for you&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i got your letter&lt;br /&gt;am currently debating on how long i'm going to take&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i'll send it before i go australia&lt;br /&gt;or maybe when i'm in australia&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i speak in tongues of men and angels,&lt;em&gt; but have not love,&lt;/em&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.&lt;/em&gt; If i have the gift of prophecy and can fathom mysteries and all knowledge, and if i &lt;em&gt;have not love, i am nothing&lt;/em&gt;. If i give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, &lt;em&gt;but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;, Love is &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is &lt;strong&gt;not self-seeking&lt;/strong&gt;, it is &lt;strong&gt;not easily angered&lt;/strong&gt;, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. &lt;strong&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corinthians 13:1-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corinthians 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow the way of love&lt;/em&gt; and eagerly desire spiritual gifts especially the gift of prophecy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corinthians 14:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard. but no one ever said that the right way was easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8352715935898218044?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8352715935898218044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8352715935898218044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8352715935898218044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8352715935898218044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-message-was-loving-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2371835231566788648</id><published>2007-10-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:58:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and how is anyone supposed to react to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i'm quite resigned&lt;br /&gt;if only my emotions would agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn to look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really, who cares?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that silly stubborn &lt;s/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REALLY LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; voice in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2371835231566788648?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2371835231566788648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2371835231566788648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2371835231566788648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2371835231566788648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/someone-tell-me-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8304776502448230621</id><published>2007-10-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:48:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even water the weakest thing on earth can wear away tough hard rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what one of the passages in my chinese tuition is about&lt;br /&gt;and then we reach this question&lt;br /&gt;"what thoughts do you have on the 'water' in this passage?"&lt;br /&gt;the teacher decides to ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask a pointless question just to stall&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say 'i'm gonna try harder at my exam/studies.'&lt;br /&gt;but i stopped&lt;br /&gt;and when she was done i gave my answer&lt;br /&gt;"I believe that even if somthing seems hard or impossible, we should not stop ourselves from tackling it just because we are afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;it is the same. in a rather round about way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;was that my best?&lt;br /&gt;if not&lt;br /&gt;what is my best?&lt;br /&gt;half killing myself from studying?&lt;br /&gt;or totally killing myself from studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone I'll walk the winding way (here I stay)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to die another day, until I fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why give up? Why give in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not enough, it never is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I will go on until the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've become, desolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not enough, it never is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will go on until the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty surprised that i haven't been asked to drop lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how screwed up i am&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not meaning this the usual way(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing works anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and scribbles&lt;br /&gt;all the pretty lines and pretty shapes&lt;br /&gt;they don't make sense nor do they have any significant meaning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stuck.&lt;br /&gt;there is no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;you know, for almost &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i tried as best as i could to&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stick to the rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;but you know what?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;people who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;some things are just making me question things that for a really long time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;for my whole life have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believed/trusted&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm questioning them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyeo, thanks for being there today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8304776502448230621?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8304776502448230621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8304776502448230621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8304776502448230621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8304776502448230621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/even-water-weakest-thing-on-earth-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4287370874662957788</id><published>2007-10-19T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T02:54:37.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to stop t______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop h_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop c_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop c_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Where hope meets disappointment.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where hope was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4287370874662957788?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4287370874662957788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4287370874662957788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4287370874662957788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4287370874662957788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-stop-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2291983464276070520</id><published>2007-10-18T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:53:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cyeo-&lt;br /&gt;i love you too darling. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;and didn't you know? i wanted to give you a hug after geog&lt;br /&gt;but you walked out too fast&lt;br /&gt;and my brain worked too slow&lt;br /&gt;so, sorry. *hugs* love you friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't told my parents either&lt;br /&gt;don't intent to.&lt;br /&gt;mm, you know the chalet you're planning?&lt;br /&gt;think you can organise it on the day we get our report?&lt;br /&gt;so we can all slip the paper under the door and&lt;em&gt; run&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;think we could do that?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;you deserve your A for physics i say&lt;br /&gt;we all saw how you studied(:&lt;br /&gt;and it's okay to cry really but i don't think it's good to hide it all yeah?&lt;br /&gt;it's just.. hmm, that way. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;don't cry to sleep either.&lt;br /&gt;you'll get swollen eyes. not very nice hmm?&lt;br /&gt;everyone has the right to cry. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you do help dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; i just can't stop crying i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy-&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say to you about art&lt;br /&gt;i mean. it's your choice ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;but. art is really something like.. for fun?&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not but for leisure?&lt;br /&gt;and well. if taking art in a hectic life of school might kill your joy for art&lt;br /&gt;then maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but since you enjoy taking art lessons. then maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but art is seriously time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;but and you have the whole of holidays to practice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* don't fret so much&lt;br /&gt;and don't stone so much either.&lt;br /&gt;we already have someone from the stone age&lt;br /&gt;don't think that you wanna join her(:&lt;br /&gt;nor do we need another.&lt;br /&gt;ah, and remember to do the art design shit yeah?&lt;br /&gt;it's well. uh. helpful i guess. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if it's shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and a belated congrats on your lit.(:&lt;br /&gt;you'll hit your A1 mark next time for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassie-&lt;br /&gt;well. you don't really come here i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;but just on the off chance. here's one for you.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kinda left &lt;s&gt;early&lt;/s&gt; for worship practice..&lt;br /&gt;i hope you didn't get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;well don't worry about art so much too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;haha. your painting skill are actually &lt;em&gt;really good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you just need to learn to speed paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and if we take sova we'll have to stay back on a seperate day.&lt;br /&gt;don't really want to.. but are you taking?&lt;br /&gt;but if we take sova we don't have to take the 3hr painting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;and remember to take pics for me on 1st nov can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you guys.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is technically thursday&lt;br /&gt;so it has been abt 5 days since i last ranted&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprise i lasted that long&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm going to break that silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;for each and every subject i have things to &lt;s&gt;talk&lt;/s&gt; whine about&lt;br /&gt;and since i take 9. well 10 if you wanna count halfgeog and ss as seperate subjects&lt;br /&gt;that's seriously a lot things&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just skip that.&lt;br /&gt;and there's marking days.&lt;br /&gt;it was only &lt;em&gt;5 &lt;/em&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;but it was enough to let me taste what it's going to be like in the two months&lt;br /&gt;aka &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. didn't you know what happened to me then?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. you don't really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened. but you still don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you ask why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm still asking why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;questions keep floating as i cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;but i've calmed down. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i really just wanted to call someone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;but that's foolish yes? no?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;if you say no then tell me &lt;em&gt;bluntly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;yes bluntly cause i'm totally clueless on this topic&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;tell me &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; things are worth a call.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and&lt;em&gt; when&lt;/em&gt; can i call?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say so that this won't be long?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuck it all.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you're not helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw you.screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;don't you know?i've never ever felt so useless, hopeless, helpless in my whole life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lay my life down at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn to You and You are always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In troubled times, it's You I seek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put You first that's all I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I humble all I am, All to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that I could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that I could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always, always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hour and everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your grace abounds so deeply within me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will never ever change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday today the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever till forever meets no end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that I could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that I could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the Way, the Truth and the Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live by faith and not by sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You, we're living all for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Way, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the Way, the Truth and the Life&lt;br /&gt;We live by faith and not by sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u/&gt;For You, we're living all for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please let me remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2291983464276070520?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2291983464276070520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2291983464276070520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2291983464276070520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2291983464276070520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/cyeo-i-love-you-too-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4116140469456890748</id><published>2007-10-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:57:08.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm colour blind. don't know what oragne you like. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4116140469456890748?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4116140469456890748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4116140469456890748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4116140469456890748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4116140469456890748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-caro.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5507809802800085017</id><published>2007-10-13T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:50:14.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm going to do something reckless cause i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;i just need some kind of change instead of feeling the same old rapid choatic changes that don't stop. I just want to be able to contorl something.&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose. i don't make sense again.&lt;br /&gt;wells. nothing's supposed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;where are you now i'm asking.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose. it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;and when i say that&lt;br /&gt;i shall smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5507809802800085017?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5507809802800085017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5507809802800085017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5507809802800085017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5507809802800085017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-like-im-going-to-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6582603868956836268</id><published>2007-10-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:09:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing to wonder about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one could say that I'm becoming more rebellious&lt;br /&gt;*shurgs*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassie-&lt;br /&gt;My mum dragged me all the way to plaza sing&lt;br /&gt;to get my foot checked. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go look at it after this(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;i shall be bringing my camera!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;well. that is if i can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be free the whole of tmr&lt;br /&gt;since dance has been cancelled&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;ohhwells.&lt;br /&gt;i'll find ways to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;CIP's screwed&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i think we all knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;about what? there's nothing to think upon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're screaming&lt;br /&gt;i'm not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they would not touch through the crystal barrier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;seeing you write that to her&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me sad i suppose&lt;br /&gt;and regretful and well i don't know&lt;br /&gt;guilty too i suppose&lt;br /&gt;because i actually don't care&lt;br /&gt;at least not as much as i did before&lt;br /&gt;at least not as much as how i'm suppose to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you ask why to a lot of question you wind up very unhappy indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I feel like just talking to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and just keep on talking and talking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;until this person or i can somehow make sense of it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;whatever it can be that can be made into some sort of sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and then i can stop being bothered by it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;but there's of course no point&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cause all that can ever come out is just crap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and no one can make sense of that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and no one wants to be bothered with that anyway&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6582603868956836268?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6582603868956836268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6582603868956836268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6582603868956836268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6582603868956836268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2220957565229153844</id><published>2007-10-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:38:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose i can't blame you for not understanding&lt;br /&gt;since you did try i suppose&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i didn't really want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;but i did try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but could you really have understood it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose it can't be helped&lt;br /&gt;since no one else but i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard trying to be positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell that i'm not listening anymore?&lt;br /&gt;i just can't be bothered with what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;since all that seems to come out is just really.. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're trying&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's not working cause i'm not trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't care&lt;br /&gt;at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of just every single thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2220957565229153844?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2220957565229153844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2220957565229153844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2220957565229153844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2220957565229153844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-suppose-i-cant-blame-you-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5191330251999480355</id><published>2007-10-11T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:18:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"______s are very important" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you stated that in a very matter-of-fact way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but so many emotions, thoughts, memories,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conflict with that one simple statement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to contradict you, i will never say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5191330251999480355?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5191330251999480355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5191330251999480355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5191330251999480355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5191330251999480355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-are-very-important-you-stated-that-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1771120490875637332</id><published>2007-10-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:23:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes caro. i know i'm crazy(:&lt;br /&gt;cause i burst out into hysterical laughter when i read your post(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine. (perhaps not sane though) (:&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i was doing. tralalalalala(:&lt;br /&gt;and i handed in moment a long long long time ago(:&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to say it out loud cause cassie shrieked at me the last time):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i spelt shrieked incorrectly there. and i shall blame cyeo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made her really really really distressed):&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i was asleep.(:&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm awake. and i'm quite happy.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all the smilies, they freak me out &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope your day goes well.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there is no such thing as coincidence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from at least two books i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a common one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. then thank God.&lt;br /&gt;i think He's planning my holiday for me so that i won't go insane(:&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God really.&lt;br /&gt;for bringing me through the exams (somewhat) sane and alive and every little thing as well.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is not the thursday two weeks ago in which i was going to have art exam&lt;br /&gt;and it is not the thursday one week ago in when i was going to have my bio exam&lt;br /&gt;today's thursday is in the week in which i'm guessing that i will go insane&lt;br /&gt;but let's leave that for another day&lt;br /&gt;thursdays are the days in which i get to see my darling&lt;br /&gt;even if i won't ride him (but let's save this for another time as well)&lt;br /&gt;today, even if i don't ride him&lt;br /&gt;and some little kid whom i'm supposed to help get on, rides him&lt;br /&gt;i shall hug him, make a whole fuss of him, then help the kid get on&lt;br /&gt;i shall try and be grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then after riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall whine and whine and whine and whine until the instructor gives in and gives sonny to me next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;yes i was talking crap&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm not full of crap(:&lt;br /&gt;or any kind of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1771120490875637332?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1771120490875637332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1771120490875637332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1771120490875637332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1771120490875637332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-caro.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4957830313357540355</id><published>2007-10-11T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T03:17:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 2:10 AM&lt;br /&gt;whee. it's late.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should say it's early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I can stop worrying now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;the next day&lt;br /&gt;(it is technically)&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;and it's fcked up my moods.):&lt;br /&gt;that's just sad. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;since i had this most positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;that i made me think i would survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes caro.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;i am(:&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;just need to find something again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have fun with the hairdresser tmr. well today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should stop worrying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but worry can't be switched off just like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's over&lt;/strong&gt;, look out below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm wasted, so wasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah it's so hard to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe now and breathing out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've made so many spelling and typo errors in this post alone. vv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I stopped remembering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days are just like moments turned to hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother used to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you want, you'll find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But mother never danced through fire shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk in the rain, in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it right or is it wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and is it here that I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hear a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silent faces in the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there is a hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure this is how it smells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;Steve Conte - "Rain"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4957830313357540355?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4957830313357540355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4957830313357540355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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worth more that words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything seems to be able to go both ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if things happen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they happen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's nothing you can do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that can go three ways&lt;br /&gt;or maybe&lt;br /&gt;it's really just two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right ankle and knee hurts!):&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't even run&lt;br /&gt;not for a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;so whyyy?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that i regret that things happen&lt;br /&gt;regret that it happened as it did&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will regret what i'm sure is to come&lt;br /&gt;but there's really nothing i can do anymore&lt;br /&gt;is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that can go two ways i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;but my mind's still a deary blank&lt;br /&gt;or in deary chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"stick to the firemen Montag! all else is deary chaos!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;lit quotes&lt;br /&gt;AFTER lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you infer from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;and it's probable going to be nonsencical trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it gets long&lt;br /&gt;don't bother reading&lt;br /&gt;i'll just be wasting you time(:&lt;br /&gt;in fact just don't bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of things.&lt;br /&gt;whether it's in my control or not&lt;br /&gt;i'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;a sense of foreboding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;was that spelt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv's getting annoying&lt;br /&gt;it's so loud&lt;br /&gt;and eveything doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;as in they dont' mean anything&lt;br /&gt;it's just noise and noise and noise&lt;br /&gt;and more noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like parlor walls!&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;it's loud&lt;br /&gt;it's bright and colourful&lt;br /&gt;but thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;it's small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's still noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss _______&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blank for me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost _____&lt;br /&gt;fill that in for me as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want _____&lt;br /&gt;and that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time for filling in blanks for exam scripts are over&lt;br /&gt;but there are still so many blanks that i should know&lt;br /&gt;but answers i dont' have so everything's a deary blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;it's long already&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll delete it all since its useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried reading it again&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get past the first page&lt;br /&gt;before i tore it up&lt;br /&gt;it tore quite obdiently into half&lt;br /&gt;and then quaters&lt;br /&gt;and then to pieces till it was too thick to be torn&lt;br /&gt;then i rolled it up into a ball&lt;br /&gt;it fit perfectly into the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time&lt;br /&gt;it looked small and insignificant&lt;br /&gt;it looked manageble&lt;br /&gt;it looked...?&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose that's because i can't see what's written anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chasing butterflies flown in the cold winter wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that came out... in drips and draps&lt;br /&gt;first it was &lt;em&gt;chasing butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was &lt;em&gt;chasing butterflies in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was &lt;em&gt;chasing butterflies in the cold winter wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally it was &lt;em&gt;chasing butterflies flown in the cold winter wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird words&lt;br /&gt;since.&lt;br /&gt;it's not possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;it's not even marking days&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling's sinking in&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;how's it going to be when it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the marking days?&lt;br /&gt;or the holidays&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;or what i'm dreading&lt;br /&gt;or whatever&lt;br /&gt;i'm so weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just afraid of having nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't run anymore&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;but facing the problem&lt;br /&gt;is like facing an angry bull&lt;br /&gt;and it's about to charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that can go both ways as well&lt;br /&gt;or three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can this get i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing a lot of things i suppose&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't seem to remember them&lt;br /&gt;so how am i missing them?&lt;br /&gt;how are you supposed to miss somthing you can't remember?&lt;br /&gt;like seriously&lt;br /&gt;really really really.&lt;br /&gt;it's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's silly i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and everything's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how things were&lt;br /&gt;how things will be&lt;br /&gt;how did things start&lt;br /&gt;and how will things end&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a feeling of sureness&lt;br /&gt;and a feeling of ... security i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fanciful magic tricks&lt;br /&gt;no fanciful sound effects&lt;br /&gt;it was simply gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;once i face that matter&lt;br /&gt;will all my emotional issues have been for naught?&lt;br /&gt;will it all have been my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wish it so. somehow i don't&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i will just have to see&lt;br /&gt;quite soon&lt;br /&gt;should i be happily anticipating it?&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm quite definitely dreading it&lt;br /&gt;wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;if a problem gets too burdensome, into the furnace it goes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;if that was possible&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and this is just something i suppose that i have to face alone&lt;br /&gt;i have to figure it out on my own&lt;br /&gt;but consequences&lt;br /&gt;and the responsibilities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's real beauty lies in it's ability to destroy responsibilities and consequences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i memorised that wrongly&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not going to check&lt;br /&gt;cause i said that i'm not going to open another text book till i have to&lt;br /&gt;which is hopefully never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it won't matter in time to come&lt;br /&gt;but it matters now&lt;br /&gt;and it's causing a mess of everything&lt;br /&gt;because i still care&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should wait for time to dilute the emotions&lt;br /&gt;and then just go on&lt;br /&gt;or i can take action now&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still.&lt;br /&gt;i fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the answer is simple&lt;br /&gt;the model answer is there&lt;br /&gt;but i don't quite agree with it&lt;br /&gt;cause textbook answers are just&lt;br /&gt;so structured. so fixed. so rigid&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no answers of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1219508985372274379?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1219508985372274379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1219508985372274379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1219508985372274379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1219508985372274379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-are-easier-said-than-done-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8039267326909793332</id><published>2007-10-09T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:55:13.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;since exams are &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;officially over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;let's do some reflections shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;this year's end year exams were the most stressful ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i cried the most over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;stressed the most over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;went crazy the most over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;emotions went the most crazy over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;exams have never ever been this stressful for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and now it's over. or almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;what do i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know. i seriously don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what am i supposed to feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;free or worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;joy or fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;school's about to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;sabs will start soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and then school hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;then a new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dread. i dread. i dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;fading is this silly pretense,&lt;br /&gt;sinking in is common sense,&lt;br /&gt;reality is crushing,&lt;br /&gt;like four walls closing,&lt;br /&gt;smiles fold and fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;now where thou art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i am trying to draw again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;keyword once again is trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it's not working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and i actually owe ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;they've been asked for long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;ahh wells. hopefully i've improved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;so i can use that as an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;tmr's chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still feel like crashing my head into a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but that's just plain stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;about things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;i sometimes wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;and then i start to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;if these things are really worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;the time spent to ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;upon which it might not matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;sooner or later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8039267326909793332?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8039267326909793332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8039267326909793332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8039267326909793332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8039267326909793332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/since-exams-are-un-officially-over-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8642878213876983672</id><published>2007-10-08T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:02:24.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro-&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeey. at least i tried okay?&lt;br /&gt;wheee. screeeeeeeeeeew lit.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaand everything else.&lt;br /&gt;oh yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;and my friend told me that exams are actually better than normal school days&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeee. which i guess is quite true. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you know you facts. which i jolly well don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so yaaaaaaaaaaaay. i'm going crazy. and i'm gonna go even crazier during marking days. yay me!&lt;br /&gt;joy and cassie told me about that hugging thing&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee. feels weird. tralalalaladeeda deeda deeda deeda. if i just go and hug someone.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i know why. one incident affected me that's all. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i barely ranted about lit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee's are getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drawing.&lt;br /&gt;and you came along and told me to stop drawing&lt;br /&gt;i stopped&lt;br /&gt;and i realise&lt;br /&gt;it was because of that kind of statement from you that&lt;br /&gt;i stopped drawing&lt;br /&gt;that i couldn't draw anymore&lt;br /&gt;that drawing stopped being my way out&lt;br /&gt;well thanks. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh wells.&lt;br /&gt;my tutor did some of the sums in the paper for me&lt;br /&gt;and i got one log question right!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone's being annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bloody damn annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shut up won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 3 marks for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not going to get a zero!!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8642878213876983672?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8642878213876983672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8642878213876983672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8642878213876983672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8642878213876983672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/caro-heeeeeey.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2624317839130686829</id><published>2007-10-08T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:11:58.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyeo-&lt;br /&gt;um well. i hope that you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in physics so i'm afraid that i can't help you there&lt;br /&gt;but well. *hugs* if you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to see how you were faring after your lit&lt;br /&gt;but i hope it went well?&lt;br /&gt;and though it is easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're not going to stress too much either&lt;br /&gt;and well. *hugs* if you need one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;let me try to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so amused by a maths and lit &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that i could cry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths was such a fun time of&lt;em&gt; skipping hopping jumping&lt;/em&gt; questions&lt;br /&gt;lit was a lovely time to have a totally &lt;em&gt;clear empty white&lt;/em&gt; mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm looking forward to marking days&lt;br /&gt;so that i can go &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crazy with worry and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the weekends&lt;br /&gt;(especially ______ and see you again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to seeing my marks&lt;br /&gt;so that i can see how well &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;going crazy and crashing my head into my blank walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my walls are just so plain and empty. they need more colours!&lt;br /&gt;and i need to practice art painting skills anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to sabs&lt;br /&gt;so that i can hopefully&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; drown&lt;/span&gt; if i didn't die from blood loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;where i'll hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;die from being _____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if i don't die yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to a whole new year of school&lt;br /&gt;where i'll get to meet lovely new/old teachers&lt;br /&gt;learn all sorts of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rubbish&lt;/span&gt; formulas in a maths&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;trash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;facts that are just so amazing and fascinating &lt;/span&gt;in bio.&lt;br /&gt;and all other&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; fcked up&lt;/span&gt; simply lovely subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then if that doesn't kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to O' levels&lt;br /&gt;where i'll be having so much fun that i'll start appreaciating really tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm looking forward to getting my results&lt;br /&gt;where i can see how &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everyone can tell me that i suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i can die&lt;em&gt; happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words hard to say, hard to form&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind's a deary blank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're useless you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i know it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2624317839130686829?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2624317839130686829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2624317839130686829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2624317839130686829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2624317839130686829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-try-to-be-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8042887547757440195</id><published>2007-10-07T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:30:44.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A maths is the most fun subject ever isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted the whole of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;emotions kept getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say,&lt;br /&gt;if i could murder emotions&lt;br /&gt;i would do so to vent all my frustrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but frustration is an emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up until 2:32 and copied lit quotes&lt;br /&gt;all over the front and back of my science pad&lt;br /&gt;it's a huge mess i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're not going to help though&lt;br /&gt;cause i only copied the quotes that appealed to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fail lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;log is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;my dad makes it sound even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;his explainations make so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's confusing the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;along with everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a crash course &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the next few days will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply because you're trying to fly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without being able to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many times can you fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many times can you keep on trying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many times are you going to keep on doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a head first dive off a cliff and into the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're up and flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flown too near the sun and now you're falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wings burnt and melted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you ever believe they would have lasted&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life rocks i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to my church for a month&lt;br /&gt;time sure flies&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i missed VBS tracting&lt;br /&gt;i forgot&lt;br /&gt;and elda's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i suppose i'm suppose to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really don't feel like caring about anything anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but that's an attempted disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote 3 1/2 pages of words last night&lt;br /&gt;just looking at it makes me dizzy&lt;br /&gt;there's seriously a lot of words&lt;br /&gt;but writing out and reading it didn't help at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a panadol&lt;br /&gt;it didn't help at all either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to wait for time to dilute the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and then i swear that this will never happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said that before. so many times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8042887547757440195?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8042887547757440195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8042887547757440195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;why won't that day come faster?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;so that emotions will just stop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;thoughts will just stop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and i can have the peace so long ago.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i feel terrible cause i'm so useless&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i can't do the things i want to do&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;even the simplest things&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;that others can do so well&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and even if i try all i ever do is mess up&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ranting not emoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall look back one day and &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm just so silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;these things really don't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for some it might but for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh it just shouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-188418854213162145?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/188418854213162145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=188418854213162145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/188418854213162145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/188418854213162145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-light-of-tomorrow-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4472566467940347057</id><published>2007-10-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:36:33.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tired what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;wells. still, if you feel like ranting to feel better&lt;br /&gt;i'm here(:&lt;br /&gt;but it's up to you really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;i guess. all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and if we're thinking along the same lines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think most things would be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just a twist here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's up to your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but don't let it go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-&lt;br /&gt;i still don't think that you're telepathic&lt;br /&gt;but you calling me is seriously a huge coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't let what i say here affect you too much yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you too. don't think or stress to much.&lt;br /&gt;i've told you my timetable&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;atoms of graphite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soft and slipperly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slides onto paper so easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;layers sliding past onto paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its actions become staggered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the hand guiding is raggered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind leading the hand is hesitent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all decisions diffident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atoms and graphite ==&lt;br /&gt;chem is still very much in my head&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it'll help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths. A maths. A maths.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;trigo. log. indices. graphs.&lt;br /&gt;oh yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;monday. tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to stop wishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i want to feel and if crashing my head onto a wall will help me feel. then i will crash my head onto a wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the exact phrasing&lt;br /&gt;it's some quote in our next lit book&lt;br /&gt;i got bored on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i think it's better if you don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i really start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;about all those things that i shouldn't be bothered with now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said so many things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wonder how many are true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how many are really lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i'm lying to protect someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it you i'm protecting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or is it actually me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of marking days&lt;br /&gt;it's bothering me again&lt;br /&gt;i know many of you have reassured me and all&lt;br /&gt;(and i thank you all)&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;em&gt;profoundly&lt;/em&gt; stupid idotic thing to fear&lt;br /&gt;since every one is looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;as it marks the end of exams&lt;br /&gt;but i just cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just this thing that is with me everytime after the exams&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish it wasn't so.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'things will last forever' that's a silly myth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things have changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you should get that into perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can't seem to manage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't quite like who i've become&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to stop crying. and overreacting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ease that was there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it was just you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;has gone and long left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to say it out loud, i don't dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even then.&lt;br /&gt;if i stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have met and done so many things&lt;br /&gt;everything's such a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was still there a while ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still there and didn't bother me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only when she came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the awkwardness, such a maim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the assurance that i had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the security, for granted i had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but then.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not changing&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just going back to what i was before&lt;br /&gt;am i?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i was like before&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i didn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so silly, this bother of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's ever present all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for so much and so long it bothers me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really wish to be rid and free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that i really want?&lt;br /&gt;asking all the why and how questions.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem to ever help.&lt;br /&gt;why? why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things simpler, less complications&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for this matter, give me enlightenment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just need an answer and a confirmation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and give me peace, if just a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts no longer wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but feelings never mild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the light of this day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish to stop caring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that would be attempted disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings and thoughts i cannot master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to this am i dealing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to be worried or happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts all jumbled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind a junkyard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of things so retard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things so uncertain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking on a breaking bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the grass seems greener on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but is it worth the risk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4472566467940347057?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4472566467940347057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4472566467940347057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4472566467940347057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4472566467940347057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-tired-what-else-can-i-say-caro.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3721475989301048529</id><published>2007-10-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:39:49.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro-&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine. really.&lt;br /&gt;today was actually the worse&lt;br /&gt;and i got through it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be difficult&lt;br /&gt;but to relax is easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;and before which paper?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. it's the thought that counts&lt;br /&gt;thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want&lt;br /&gt;you can rant to me abt what's distracting you.&lt;br /&gt;lit and a maths AND physics&lt;br /&gt;you can't afford to get distracted friend.&lt;br /&gt;the invitation's open.&lt;br /&gt;well. that is if you're still comfortable with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thanks again. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;and stay happy. you have a record to break.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy-&lt;br /&gt;er i hope you read my tagboard (or this) in time&lt;br /&gt;and not freak out&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;it's either 4 or 6&lt;br /&gt;but we have more time than the half lit ppl&lt;br /&gt;and 1 or 2 of the questions are bound to be the short kind&lt;br /&gt;so don't worry(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear You&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;can you... call?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow? soon?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home the whole day on this sat and sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;because you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I've ever asked this of&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will you even read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese tuition makes me feel screwed&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't really paying attention&lt;br /&gt;and i could pick out stuff that went wrong in my letter compo&lt;br /&gt;imagine how many i could pick out if i was paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why does it still matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why is it still such a bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do i still care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i think i have gotten the art of blanking out&lt;br /&gt;like really blanking out&lt;br /&gt;i'm able to not think abt anything at all&lt;br /&gt;it's quite useful&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;it's quite useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that i've changed a lot more than i thought&lt;br /&gt;and i've a new fear&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's an old fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mean you never noticed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i just didn't want to face the fact that i have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i drove past a large patch of open sky today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just going past, just on the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was real pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you see it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the colours soft, clouds stretching in a large expanse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for a moment everything slowed and made sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I should stop wishing selfish requests from everyone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3721475989301048529?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3721475989301048529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3721475989301048529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3721475989301048529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3721475989301048529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/caro-im-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1768239679849392752</id><published>2007-10-05T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:55:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall not say anything about bio&lt;br /&gt;until i see my results&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;afraid that i'll say one thing and the other happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;but can i safely say that i studied my hardest?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;am i allowed to say that i tried my very best&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;can i say that i did well?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;can i say that i think i deserve to do well?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath was just&lt;br /&gt;frustrating&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do so many&lt;br /&gt;there was this diagram&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get it until the last 15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;i think i got the first part&lt;br /&gt;then the second,&lt;br /&gt;figured it out just as the teacher said stop&lt;br /&gt;that's 4 marks down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who's ever going to listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;6 questions right?&lt;br /&gt;my right hand's going to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a maths?&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; i say really?&lt;br /&gt;can't do emaths already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm afraid. Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm scared. Can you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you tell?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or should i ask do you know why?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid it's&lt;/em&gt; been too long &lt;em&gt;to try to find the&lt;/em&gt; reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I let my world close in around a smaller patch of fading sky&lt;br /&gt;But now I've grown beyond the walls to where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's still winter in my wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the world to &lt;/em&gt;fall&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; waiting for the scene to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; waiting when the colors come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting to let my world&lt;/em&gt; come undone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1768239679849392752?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1768239679849392752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1768239679849392752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1768239679849392752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1768239679849392752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-shall-not-say-anything-about-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7961815557575886959</id><published>2007-10-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:36:16.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know we learn a &lt;em&gt;common language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that we can &lt;em&gt;communicate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in singapore we learn english&lt;br /&gt;because it is no one's main language&lt;br /&gt;so no one has an advantage over another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what we learned in SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a common language&lt;br /&gt;that we all know&lt;br /&gt;so that we can &lt;em&gt;better communicate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point if you can't communicate anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you speak the &lt;em&gt;same language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;em&gt;same topic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; come to an &lt;em&gt;understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the other party &lt;em&gt;never listens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine&lt;br /&gt;maybe they listen&lt;br /&gt;but then they &lt;em&gt;never pay attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing they pay attention to is what &lt;em&gt;they have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever others say is just&lt;em&gt; not valid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only what they have to say &lt;em&gt;is valid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you say somthing&lt;br /&gt;and you let the other say somthing in reply&lt;br /&gt;only to realise that what comes out of their mouth&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; with consideration of what you just said&lt;br /&gt;they just go on with their &lt;em&gt;same old rigid opinions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours don't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i want to say about riding is that&lt;br /&gt;i want sonny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7961815557575886959?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7961815557575886959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7961815557575886959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7961815557575886959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7961815557575886959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-we-learn-common-language-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5374045977834316144</id><published>2007-10-04T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:18:32.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to prove cheryl yeo wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRALALALALALALALALALALALA! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! LALALALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went high during math exam&lt;br /&gt;who would have expected it from me?&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;finished the paper in less than 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pround of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stared at the clock&lt;br /&gt;and tried to do the ones i skipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm sure that i made a zillion and one careless mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the second last question&lt;br /&gt;didn't know how to find the area&lt;br /&gt;so i went and &lt;em&gt;COUNTED&lt;/em&gt; squares&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learned&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that in primary school&lt;br /&gt;i still remember!&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;my memory's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;and the answer's correct too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later&lt;br /&gt;i saw two triangles within that triangle&lt;br /&gt;so i did the 1/2 x base x height&lt;br /&gt;the answer was 10&lt;br /&gt;it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;so i switched a 1 for a 2&lt;br /&gt;and got 12&lt;br /&gt;the answer that i got from counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to caro&lt;br /&gt;it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um and then&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the exam&lt;br /&gt;i started humming some tune&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; lyrics went along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;la-dee-da la-dee-da la-dee-da ladeedaladeedaladeeda ladeeda tralalalalaladeeda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;caro's hyperness is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;oh shit&lt;br /&gt;ladeeda ladeeda ladeeda&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5374045977834316144?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5374045977834316144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5374045977834316144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5374045977834316144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5374045977834316144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-im-here-to-cheryl-yeo-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2176619930644400922</id><published>2007-10-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:54:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hotmail is screwing my life&lt;br /&gt;i can't even send a simple email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that i ever did i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that things ended up the way they did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you to You&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;for screwing up my moods&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;i really don't need to be called useless&lt;br /&gt;i know i am&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't need to be told that&lt;br /&gt;right in the face&lt;br /&gt;esp now&lt;br /&gt;so thanks a lot&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excuses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the trigger&lt;br /&gt;was you&lt;br /&gt;like always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2176619930644400922?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2176619930644400922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2176619930644400922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2176619930644400922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2176619930644400922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/hotmail-is-screwing-my-life-i-cant-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4289866671742351942</id><published>2007-10-03T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:32:51.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;what did i learn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that Chem makes Vi an &lt;em&gt;unstable configuration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm sure Vi isn't a &lt;em&gt;metal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i need &lt;em&gt;electrons&lt;/em&gt; to make Vi &lt;em&gt;stable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;electrons&lt;/em&gt; will make Vi &lt;em&gt;negative&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; know my chem stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll pass chem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i knew one of the answers&lt;br /&gt;and it was the&lt;em&gt; right&lt;/em&gt; answer&lt;br /&gt;but i left it as a huge big pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes one mark&lt;br /&gt;and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tmr.&lt;br /&gt;it's only E maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so sure of themselves&lt;br /&gt;can i be sure of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bad at maths since...&lt;br /&gt;i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to study maths.&lt;br /&gt;the keyword there once again is 'trying'&lt;br /&gt;um. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the good thing about you is that you dare to try"&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i guess all i can ever do is trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and never accomplishing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bio sounds so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so does lit&lt;br /&gt;but sleep sounds even more FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be stable now since there is no more chem&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what does math do to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4289866671742351942?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4289866671742351942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4289866671742351942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4289866671742351942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4289866671742351942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-9147438025493995462</id><published>2007-10-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:11:24.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;screwed&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new really?&lt;br /&gt;just look at the year's results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep getting distracted.&lt;br /&gt;by BIO&lt;br /&gt;of all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. i'm done with summary for most chapters&lt;br /&gt;for bio&lt;br /&gt;just a few more&lt;br /&gt;for bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;bio is bio&lt;br /&gt;there's no certainty.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-9147438025493995462?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/9147438025493995462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot to say&lt;br /&gt;but then i don't have anything to say&lt;br /&gt;there was so much words this morning&lt;br /&gt;but i said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becuase there was nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to say for chinese&lt;br /&gt;just that i got confused&lt;br /&gt;for the letter writing&lt;br /&gt;aka&lt;br /&gt;screwed it&lt;br /&gt;and then for compo&lt;br /&gt;i started on bao zhang bao dao&lt;br /&gt;got what i wanted to say all planned out&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't remember the bloody format&lt;br /&gt;what the bloody hell is after xian xiang?&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teacher's going to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to screw chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeells.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't test on rivers&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;which was what i knew&lt;em&gt; most&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at least the headache faded away somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish. for _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite seriously do not know how to study for it&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bio&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lit&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then goodness knows how many A maths paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that the full lit ppl have more time than the half lit ppl&lt;br /&gt;so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;since i could barely finish the 2/4 questions today&lt;br /&gt;while the full geog ppl had to do 4/6 (i think) questions&lt;br /&gt;and they had the same amt of time as us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right hand's going to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5907190990321117889?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5907190990321117889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5907190990321117889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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'shouldn't' alot&lt;br /&gt;but i can't think of another word.&lt;br /&gt;at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just seems so hopeless again&lt;br /&gt;it just seems so.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep thinking about last year&lt;br /&gt;but somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just shut up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rants are growing shorter&lt;br /&gt;*feels accomplished*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-327501408213608261?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/327501408213608261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What are you going to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know it's going to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i not deal with this now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't deal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;with this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're going to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;get stuck &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're screwing yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1141674442489300833?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1141674442489300833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1141674442489300833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1141674442489300833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1141674442489300833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-are-you-going-to-do-when-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6676870152978339766</id><published>2007-09-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:29:19.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;words written down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words written down on my own account&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm looking back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm thinking back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were they really just lies? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then it's just as well i left them for the flies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there has, a long time ago, never been doubt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there is now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know there was a time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when what we had was truly yours and mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but things have changed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're no longer in my range &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's really quite sad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i haven't quite let go yet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still sitting here, wondering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if things could be different as they are happening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but even if things could &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not sure if i would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i still love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough to care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6676870152978339766?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4877582988240927727</id><published>2007-09-30T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:27:05.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am ranting more and more.&lt;br /&gt;well. let's try to keep it short shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onemoredayonemoredayonemoredayonemoredayonemoreday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the face of this day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4877582988240927727?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4877582988240927727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4877582988240927727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4877582988240927727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4877582988240927727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-ranting-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3756177778136798144</id><published>2007-09-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:51:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"there's not much of a difference between a 50 and a 60 anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose there's no difference between a 60 and a 70&lt;br /&gt;and there's no difference between a 70 and a 75&lt;br /&gt;and no difference between a 40 and a 50&lt;br /&gt;no difference between a 49 and a 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have sucessfully put me in bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel screwed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow. that was a pretty fast transition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;my mood swings would just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3756177778136798144?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3756177778136798144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3756177778136798144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3756177778136798144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3756177778136798144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-not-much-of-difference-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-913894643477350271</id><published>2007-09-29T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:07:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do you believe that everything will be alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the moment we can both say you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine that coming out in comic form.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll draw it out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am skipping dance today&lt;br /&gt;and church tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;my mum allows but she thinks that i need to 'relax'&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone's going for dance today anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss makes chem a fun subject to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look up there at the clock hanging&lt;br /&gt;For days it has stopped ticking&lt;br /&gt;Its two hands are silent and still&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, you can pretend time is still&lt;br /&gt;But clocks of others are still ticking away&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t stop the transition of a day to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to do, staring into space?&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be fine that’s what they all say&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying, empty your panic stricken mind&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky and stop all the sighs&lt;br /&gt;You will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this time, it’ll be different&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto that thought for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe that this time round?&lt;br /&gt;All those theories and notes, what a mound&lt;br /&gt;Put one foot before the other&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a small starter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being positive for a change.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-913894643477350271?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/913894643477350271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=913894643477350271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/913894643477350271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/913894643477350271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-believe-that-everything-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3441230723816680107</id><published>2007-09-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:04:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what are you trying to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've been saying that your whole life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;screw life&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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then. i started getting really nervouse/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;ms lau walks in and she has a worksheet for me&lt;br /&gt;and she just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to give it to me there and then&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;um, &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;. was trying to rush through art there!&lt;br /&gt;i just threw that worksheet onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to finish it though&lt;br /&gt;at least not what i would consider 'finish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after. i felt normal. i really felt okay.&lt;br /&gt;i even got my appetite back for a while&lt;br /&gt;but now, the food just feels. wrong. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum's trying to make me eat more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. i don't want to deal with anything now&lt;br /&gt;and the 'anything' now equals to everything. quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stuck again&lt;br /&gt;that feeling is just set so tight and snug that it won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to think of anything&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's just there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; works anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll make the same request&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i think i should put it to rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i made rules when i was in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to them i never did heed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look where i've gotten myself now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite fine now.&lt;br /&gt;after some sleep. but i can feel it sinking in again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not thinking of anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's. just. there.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just deal with it. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;i think that i really did overreact/overstress about Art&lt;br /&gt;i mean. crying is seriously overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;but. i couldn't help it. the tears just fell.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and i might just have another episode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; with me being so unstable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've slept for three hours&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still feeling tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember the time back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really? when?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was never so affected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that never happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could at least stand alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there you are staring at the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it's just crap to the brim and full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at last you're being truthful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's so disorganized here&lt;br /&gt;but let's not find it queer&lt;br /&gt;since i suppose that's how it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-9217112634566630419?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/9217112634566630419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=9217112634566630419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/9217112634566630419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/9217112634566630419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/coming-home-and-ranting-right-away-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7503516699213403842</id><published>2007-09-27T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:33:10.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>riding was cancelled because there was lightning&lt;br /&gt;but it was just as well&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't riding sonny&lt;br /&gt;i got winning glory&lt;br /&gt;and riding glory makes me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;then again.&lt;br /&gt;just cantering &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; might have cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;that was my last chance at trying and get myself in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why is drawing so dependent on my moods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hugging sonny and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh wow. nice going vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why are you crying so fucking much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what is wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7503516699213403842?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7503516699213403842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7503516699213403842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7503516699213403842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7503516699213403842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/riding-was-cancelled-because-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5491230881435480437</id><published>2007-09-27T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:21:37.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm unstable.&lt;br /&gt;an unstable configuration.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it's all too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never be prepared anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though you're all most likely never going to see this but&lt;br /&gt;thank you to cyeo, grace and meera for the hugs today.&lt;br /&gt;caro, thanks for getting me that milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;my head's ringing with music blasting away&lt;br /&gt;it's filled&lt;br /&gt;but every other part of me.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat outside the class for the first 10 miuntes of a maths today&lt;br /&gt;and i relearned partial fractions.&lt;br /&gt;somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. my lit group won first&lt;br /&gt;i still have mixed feelings about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was just&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i fell down what? 3, 4 times?&lt;br /&gt;coordination wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept getting a headache.&lt;br /&gt;throat kept on going dry.&lt;br /&gt;cramps weren't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wanna get out alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run for you life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio spa's on osmosis&lt;br /&gt;um wow.&lt;br /&gt;testing on something we learned ages ago&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually when i'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;but at times like now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mess?&lt;br /&gt;no. mess isn't the right word&lt;br /&gt;although if you said that i won't deny it&lt;br /&gt;it's more like... unstable.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever remember being like this because of exams&lt;br /&gt;so why?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not supposed to be like this&lt;br /&gt;it simply isn't... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can say that that has made me more vulnerable in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some people are getting impatient with me?&lt;br /&gt;well. i can only say sorry&lt;br /&gt;but exams are upon us&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to bother yourself with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5491230881435480437?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5491230881435480437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5491230881435480437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5491230881435480437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5491230881435480437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-unstable.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1265889184975785856</id><published>2007-09-26T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:53:35.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see that i'm trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see that i'm trying really hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see that i'm trying so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trying so hard to do somthing that i really want to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see that i'm breaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm still trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TRYING TRYING TRYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but no. you can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for whatever bloody reason you just can't see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go ahead. slam doors. slam them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;art is just screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cannot finish it in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not in 3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm screwed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're just so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like talking to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's 10:15 you bloody moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ihavenoexcuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday&lt;br /&gt;when i come home&lt;br /&gt;will i be happy that it's over?&lt;br /&gt;or will i just..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can i say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that?&lt;br /&gt;what happens?&lt;br /&gt;after art?&lt;br /&gt;after the first week?&lt;br /&gt;after the second week?&lt;br /&gt;before the marking days?&lt;br /&gt;during the marking days?&lt;br /&gt;after the marking days?&lt;br /&gt;and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what will you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;i can't&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1265889184975785856?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1265889184975785856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1265889184975785856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1265889184975785856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1265889184975785856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-screw-you-cant-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2835418412061492014</id><published>2007-09-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:36:45.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the picture of that small child of a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at her, who in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would think she was me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing similar for anyone to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's exams.&lt;br /&gt;since there's nothing else really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to read this,&lt;br /&gt;please take care of yourself yeah?&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking of not eating. please don't.&lt;br /&gt;try sleeping early. at least tonight.&lt;br /&gt;don't stress. too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath, jun, dawn-&lt;br /&gt;how did your prelims go?&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys are happy with your marks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to paint.&lt;br /&gt;the keyword there is 'trying'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the right mood&lt;br /&gt;the colours are just wrong&lt;br /&gt;and i'm only working with black, white and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tired sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;for once.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;oh whee.&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;for. the. first. time.&lt;br /&gt;i keep falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and now. i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have lost the ability to do lit&lt;br /&gt;i can't analysis stuff like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher asks a question, refering to a quote&lt;br /&gt;my mind's a blank, when it's usually whirring away with one thing or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little too late now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to study&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things just pop out into my mind and i don't know how they got there&lt;br /&gt;like during bio&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked when the answer fell right out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;and it was the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; answer&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;all the time i can't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;i can't do past year papers&lt;br /&gt;it's just blanks upon blanks upon blanks&lt;br /&gt;i. just. can't. do. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little too late i would say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss being that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who was me, long gone and done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how do you miss something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when what you remember is nothing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i vaugely remember some compo a friend wrote before&lt;br /&gt;"she typed furiously into the computer, looking as though she was trying to find herself"&lt;br /&gt;not the exact phrasing. but.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tattered torn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bits and pieces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all just fragments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really just useless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you.&lt;br /&gt;you're most likely never going to read this but.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad for you really.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the wrong mood of what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sit by the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look through the cracked glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch the world outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;can&lt;em&gt; you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2835418412061492014?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2835418412061492014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2835418412061492014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2835418412061492014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2835418412061492014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-of-that-small-child-of-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3774581519676951995</id><published>2007-09-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:49:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel. stone.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me to elaborate. stone is just. stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid it's been too long to try to find the reasons why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let my world close in around a smaller patch of fading sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with composition for art&lt;br /&gt;but to get 10 pages i need a lot of sketches&lt;br /&gt;more horses.&lt;br /&gt;good for me i guess&lt;br /&gt;but. being stone isn't helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you already are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't&lt;br /&gt;it's not the matter of having a subject to whine about&lt;br /&gt;it's just. no words. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths is just annoying&lt;br /&gt;i'm not getting trigo&lt;br /&gt;i'm not getting log&lt;br /&gt;i'm not getting graphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;disappointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; am i even trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; and i do i keep on trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; can't i just give up?&lt;br /&gt;with a temperment like mine.&lt;br /&gt;it should be &lt;em&gt;so easy&lt;/em&gt; for me to &lt;em&gt;just give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; aren't i giving up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;do i keep on trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; do i look at the bloody damn paper&lt;br /&gt;feeling empty just looking at it, sigh and then &lt;em&gt;go attempt it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the 'oh fuck it' kind of attempt&lt;br /&gt;i actually still go and try to do well&lt;br /&gt;when i &lt;em&gt;jolly well&lt;/em&gt; know that &lt;em&gt;i won't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of chinese&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bloody moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ong accepted my composition&lt;br /&gt;just a little thing here and there&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness. really&lt;br /&gt;or i might have just.&lt;br /&gt;idon'tknow.&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldn't have been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backspace is a pretty button that's going to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a blank.&lt;br /&gt;and it still hasn't sank&lt;br /&gt;frustration.&lt;br /&gt;is it worth the mention?&lt;br /&gt;fear.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's ever clear.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;what a bloody mir.&lt;br /&gt;tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;there goes the clock.&lt;br /&gt;give up.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3774581519676951995?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3774581519676951995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=3774581519676951995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3774581519676951995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/3774581519676951995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4530230704762842563</id><published>2007-09-24T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:19:38.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today... amused me(:&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;it just did.&lt;br /&gt;ponned classes with caro [edit/}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris-&lt;br /&gt;i think i kinda did?&lt;br /&gt;*points at previous post*&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for tagging again i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn-&lt;br /&gt;i was just emo.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. can i just show you the pics on thurs?&lt;br /&gt;i've kinda chosen the pics already&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;though seeing bilco's pics made me miss him&lt;br /&gt;terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing things i would never have thought possible of myself a few years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the rain this morning&lt;br /&gt;i think i should do it more often&lt;br /&gt;it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i wasn't panicking about art until 5 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;then. i looked at the date&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i am still without inspiration&lt;br /&gt;although i'm mostly done with the main part of the problem&lt;br /&gt;yes. vi now looks at art as a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want thursday to come faster&lt;br /&gt;then again. i don't.&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having a life.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;i used to like watching tv&lt;br /&gt;i used to have things to do on the internet&lt;br /&gt;i used to well... do things&lt;br /&gt;nowadays&lt;br /&gt;i can't watch tv. nothing goes in and i can't stand it after 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;then internet. i don't have anything to do really.&lt;br /&gt;just come here.&lt;br /&gt;rant.&lt;br /&gt;leave&lt;br /&gt;and i miss drawing.&lt;br /&gt;as in. proper drawings if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not exactly mugging.&lt;br /&gt;i need coffee.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go find my life again.&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faded. fading. blown away. twirling. swirling. watch the rain.&lt;br /&gt;coldness. feeling. drop by drop. wave. smile. don't smile. go on.&lt;br /&gt;clip clop. clip clop. trotting. neighing. sighing. dying. fading. nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4530230704762842563?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4530230704762842563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4530230704762842563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4530230704762842563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4530230704762842563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1059512453186003339</id><published>2007-09-23T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:18:32.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silence mounting. screeching. watching. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;fear escalating. pressure rising. falling. sighing.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts arising. failing. down. why? what?&lt;br /&gt;messing. missing. what to do. confusing.&lt;br /&gt;holding. dropping. letting go. still holding.&lt;br /&gt;falling away. turning. running. stopping.&lt;br /&gt;reading. watching. grabbing. missing.&lt;br /&gt;reaching. hand dropping. turning. walking.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris-&lt;br /&gt;well. you're welcome here I guess(:&lt;br /&gt;but nowadays i'm not in the best of moods&lt;br /&gt;you might not like it. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and that. just doesn't work. for me&lt;br /&gt;annoying? i know. hahas. it's just tha way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Instinctive reactions. Words fallen out. Empty. Meaningless. What to say really?&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong. Consequences. Responsibilities. Burn them. Keep them. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you. Seeing nothing. Walking. Walking. Walking. No one.&lt;br /&gt;You said this and that. Do I believe? Yes. No. Yes. No. Don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;The past. Belongs to the past. The present to the present. The future?&lt;br /&gt;Memories. Kept or thrown? Forgotten. Buried. Long gone. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Helloes. Goodbyes. What’s the point?&lt;br /&gt;Holding reading. Nothing. Empty. Fearing. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Lies. Fear. Disappointment. Hurt. Scars. Wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Horses. Running. Free. Canter. Gallop. Away. Away. Away.&lt;br /&gt;Flying. Birds. Ravens. Crows. Dying. Fading. Faded. Gone. Death. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Holding. Crying. Hurting. Trying. Pulling. Putting. Apart. Together.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere. Crossroads. Wrong. Right. Consequences. So many.&lt;br /&gt;Unfaltering. Tripping. Falling. Scars. Scabs. Fibrin. Mesh. Mess. Healing. Scars.&lt;br /&gt;Sun. life. Burning. Time. Wings. Melted. Wax. Melted. Falling. Dying. Drowning. Ripping.&lt;br /&gt;Ripples. Fading. Fading. Water. Fire. Together. Wine. Haha. So silly.&lt;br /&gt;Pages. Burning. Forgetting. Forgetting. Forgetting. Still caring. Still caring. Still caring. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Stop caring stop caring stop caring. No use. Meant to be. Not meant to be. Out of control.&lt;br /&gt;Reckless. Jumping. Over edges. Up. Down. Falling. Down. Into? Towards?&lt;br /&gt;Hope. Innocence. Dreams. Imagination. Past. Gone. Present. Slipping. Future. Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing. Different. Key. Lock. Don't fit. Never did. All disillusions. Laughing. Walking. Pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity. To unfamiliarity. Unfamiliarity. To familiarity. Back to familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness. Silliness. Silence. Laughter. Chatter. Cycle. Again. Give up. Useless. Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling. Trees. Whistle. Rustle. Tussle. Snap. Dap. Tap. Swap. Lap. Sap.&lt;br /&gt;Life. Simple. Complicated. Why? Complications. Complications. Simple. Simple. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Really. At the end. Nothing. No one. Nothing left. Nothing. Just. Simply. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying so hard to stop trying so hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let You be who You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, who You are in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, I'm trying so hard to stop trying so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let You be who You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, who You are in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1059512453186003339?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1059512453186003339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1059512453186003339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1059512453186003339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1059512453186003339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/silence-mounting.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1822944255310736318</id><published>2007-09-23T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:08:51.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 days.&lt;br /&gt;ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;don't stress too much k?&lt;br /&gt;you'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;in the pratical and whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i think of food&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminded of bio&lt;br /&gt;and then i remember&lt;br /&gt;that i still haven't memorised all of lipids&lt;br /&gt;lipids are annoying&lt;br /&gt;so is chem&lt;br /&gt;so is art&lt;br /&gt;so is... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a million and one sketches to do&lt;br /&gt;if mr ong says something along the lines of i didn't put in enough work/thought&lt;br /&gt;i'll slaughter him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violent? i know&lt;br /&gt;deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1822944255310736318?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4304055478747177593</id><published>2007-09-21T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:13:23.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was just emotional.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm okay now.&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear You,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you're trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;or what you're trying to do&lt;br /&gt;but please stop playing at being my ______&lt;br /&gt;and when i say 'playing'. i mean it &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it doesn't meet your fancy&lt;br /&gt;you just decide to stop&lt;br /&gt;others had a hard time helping me cheer up&lt;br /&gt;and you come and decide to try and bring me down again&lt;br /&gt;well. thanks for trying to hinder me at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;but sorry. i'm not going to let it happen as long as i can help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 vi&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro.&lt;br /&gt;no prob dearest.&lt;br /&gt;although i should thank you&lt;br /&gt;cause the walk really helped me&lt;br /&gt;was able to do quite a bit of reading&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, i asked the laoshi how i could improve my chinese&lt;br /&gt;cause, apparently my words don't flow properly&lt;br /&gt;and it's just like english&lt;br /&gt;i must have that 'feeling'&lt;br /&gt;which i don't have for chinese&lt;br /&gt;can i give up on chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you're chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art is still an idon'tknow what to do&lt;br /&gt;i want to finish the bulk of it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;7 days.&lt;br /&gt;and my intro looks like i'm doing lit ==&lt;br /&gt;i mean. i'm making points and explaining, elaborating&lt;br /&gt;lit is getting into my head too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;know the scratch at the back of my leg?&lt;br /&gt;i got bored and started scratching it&lt;br /&gt;the scab came off&lt;br /&gt;and blood flowed out.&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered things we learn in bio(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm a kinesthetic learner!&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;so it's perfect. since i can't really remember that part.&lt;br /&gt;yes. the sadist in me is talking.&lt;br /&gt;but heyy. at least i'm not hurting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh caro.&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride home made me think that i might reconsider&lt;br /&gt;about sunday..&lt;br /&gt;i'm indecisive. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to be of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. coffee's not working for me&lt;br /&gt;i did try the packet one&lt;br /&gt;i still felt sleepy&lt;br /&gt;although i did stay up a little longer than usual(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see that I've stopped caring?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotions rise, emotions fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all an uncanny repitition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no one to call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all things i hear, a fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;messed up again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and no, it's no fain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotions a riot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm getting tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drop the heavy books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the useless notes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do they really matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let them rot and tatter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you still bother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're backed into a corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's with all the futile tryings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's yourself you're killing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what's with the fuss and the din?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop counting down the days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in trying to carry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not depicting what i feel now exactly&lt;br /&gt;just generally so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can do italics again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered to get my hug from sonny yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still quite happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4304055478747177593?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4304055478747177593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4304055478747177593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4304055478747177593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4304055478747177593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-just-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5512765878936490470</id><published>2007-09-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:53:22.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I"m home.&lt;br /&gt;i have maths, chem, and...? homework to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even half done with prep work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris.&lt;br /&gt;um, hey.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that anyone from church would ever come here&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern?&lt;br /&gt;but i can't draw. not now&lt;br /&gt;i wind up with a blank&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just even more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll come back&lt;br /&gt;but thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyeo.&lt;br /&gt;let me just say that i'm honoured to have you visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;cheering up friend.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the past few days&lt;br /&gt;i'm just frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;at what i don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at exams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes well, but i don't think that that's all of it.&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;i am. i really am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just emo.&lt;br /&gt;and since i don't know what i'm being emo over&lt;br /&gt;i'm being emo without reason&lt;br /&gt;so there. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss running&lt;br /&gt;i miss being&lt;em&gt; able&lt;/em&gt; to run&lt;br /&gt;i can't run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5512765878936490470?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5512765878936490470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5512765878936490470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5512765878936490470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5512765878936490470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1718437209549278918</id><published>2007-09-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:39:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i just... don't feel well&lt;br /&gt;mentally and physically i guess&lt;br /&gt;and i like to finish entire pieces of things instead of just scribbles&lt;br /&gt;and i can't exactly scribble if i can't think of what to draw now can i?&lt;br /&gt;and i did believe it. &lt;em&gt;at that point of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... things change.&lt;br /&gt;but i still somewhat believed it&lt;br /&gt;and it was written down in ink. there was no way i could have changed it now could i?&lt;br /&gt;no liquid paper anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and neverminds about the church thing lah&lt;br /&gt;it's just... idon'tknow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for today&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm falling sicker.&lt;br /&gt;i came home. and just fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;woke up only when my dad came home&lt;br /&gt;which was like... 5-6&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 2-3 hours&lt;br /&gt;i wasted 2-3 hours&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall really go and try coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i could sleep now and wake up early tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;but if i can't sleep then i would have wasted precious time trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so full of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i can't study&lt;br /&gt;my forehead keeps on feeling like it's going to burn up&lt;br /&gt;and then i feel that anytime now. i'll be covered in cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's thursday&lt;br /&gt;there's PE&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel what i'm going to do&lt;br /&gt;but can i finish it?&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and badminton.&lt;br /&gt;i back is almost fine again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have to deal with backache again.&lt;br /&gt;it's annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lit.&lt;br /&gt;die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese should just go die.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't know what is it that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your life you &lt;strong&gt;never know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mixed up emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feelings gone cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really&lt;strong&gt; don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts run wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;omplications never mild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything's a &lt;strong&gt;bloody mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the situation you can't assess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the problems you have &lt;strong&gt;no control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;strong&gt; answers you never know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bird's eye view you don't have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the right options you're deaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when things arise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things too large in size&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you come &lt;strong&gt;way lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;everything has a cost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to &lt;strong&gt;tread carefully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you &lt;strong&gt;never know everything fully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you even know yourself truly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;what have you accomplished&lt;/strong&gt; thus far?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but are you really trying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to yourself you're lying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;questions that are a piece of cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed up because of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;careless&lt;/span&gt; mistake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many of those have you made in your life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're always there&lt;/strong&gt;, this constant strife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop wishing to go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're making yourself a wreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop wishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on stars that are really falling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know you'll get through it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know the end you'll meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how's it going to end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're no seer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it won't be queer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it &lt;strong&gt;happened again like last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;expecting the worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;strong&gt; regrets come too late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what they always say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words form night and day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"are you okay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mumble "yes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's the answer you think is best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1718437209549278918?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1718437209549278918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1718437209549278918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1718437209549278918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1718437209549278918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/caro.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7558496826757109069</id><published>2007-09-19T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:11:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chen is just chem&lt;br /&gt;a maths is just a maths&lt;br /&gt;school is just school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i said&lt;br /&gt;and it was quoted back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;it's not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; something when they're all messed up together&lt;br /&gt;old and new emotions clash&lt;br /&gt;it seems like 2, 3 times the mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to warn you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you play with fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna burn you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a wax doll melting in its own heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm somewhat ready for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to do during the two marking days&lt;br /&gt;becuase then i wouldn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i would have been so used to working&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;exams over. there's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's queer isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;now i want to stop caring. i want to just relax&lt;br /&gt;and then after the exams i predict that i will go crazy becuase there's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full of contradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do somthing so that i won't go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to sit at home and stone&lt;br /&gt;i'll go crazy i tell you&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if exams don't kill me&lt;br /&gt;the two marking days will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sore throat's getting worse&lt;br /&gt;i haven't drank water since this morning&lt;br /&gt;well. i want to fall really sick by sunday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i want to draw now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now? draw what? going to waste you time on another piece of paper that's going to be blank at the end? you're wasting precious time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, that's too bad for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7558496826757109069?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6186013981773114267</id><published>2007-09-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:01:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Ong wasted my time today.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole of the afternoon trying to make him see my idea&lt;br /&gt;he didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else that i told said that they understood&lt;br /&gt;he wants it more... visual&lt;br /&gt;and he never really did explain what visual means&lt;br /&gt;and in the end. after 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;i said that i would just make the unicorn be tinted silver in it's 'before'&lt;br /&gt;and he accepted it&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even sure if he really did accept it&lt;br /&gt;he might have simply have been exasperated&lt;br /&gt;and told me that just to get me away&lt;br /&gt;i was, afterall, pestering him all the way&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 9:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried doing the ss ws on the medical thing&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't fill in a single blank&lt;br /&gt;oh whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;thinking about moles makes me... well, i don't know. but it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;lit is just... bleah&lt;br /&gt;geog. i need to read geog&lt;br /&gt;i've only covered one chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and art?&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of another pic for art&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to change it&lt;br /&gt;in case i have to explain everything to mr ong again&lt;br /&gt;but it's a hell lot more simple&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.. I almost cried today&lt;br /&gt;a few times&lt;br /&gt;it feels wrong. just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be crying damn it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be wanting to cry&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be thinking about such stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;but that has never worked before&lt;br /&gt;not that i have ever tried before&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel this thing in my chest&lt;br /&gt;it's stuck there wanting to get out&lt;br /&gt;but... i look around. there's people&lt;br /&gt;i can't scream&lt;br /&gt;or i look around and there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;i can't scream either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides do you even know what to scream about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what i want&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm aiming for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, you do know. you want your As for your EOYs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know that's impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're going no where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring to have to run one race after another.&lt;br /&gt;year after year after year.&lt;br /&gt;and with each passing year the distance grows longer&lt;br /&gt;and time seems to grow shorter.&lt;br /&gt;You look around and you see everyone in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;you know you have to catch up&lt;br /&gt;but you're so tired already&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to sprint when you can barely lift up your legs?&lt;br /&gt;and if you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;that's really too bad for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6186013981773114267?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6186013981773114267/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-401430316043224333</id><published>2007-09-17T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:45:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to be able to draw to get everything out&lt;br /&gt;now it doesn't work anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely used to be able to write to let it out&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely not working now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of that way&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i know it's not going to work&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not going to try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have so many ways to make myself feel better&lt;br /&gt;nothing's working now&lt;br /&gt;this is my last resort&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading&lt;br /&gt;the words go though my eyes and into my head&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't stay&lt;br /&gt;and it's not helping that i'm feeling tired&lt;br /&gt;i keep falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i studied on sat and sun&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i studied for at all&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty that i'm not being sad about that thing&lt;br /&gt;although so many people are still trying to cope with it&lt;br /&gt;i'm not. i'm... moving on.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. it feels... sad, empty when i think about it&lt;br /&gt;but it's not affecting me as much as them&lt;br /&gt;and then i feel guilty that i'm happy that i'm not all that affected by it&lt;br /&gt;becuase i want to be able to study.&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream, nightmare i had last night isn't helping either&lt;br /&gt;i thought it wouldn't affect me&lt;br /&gt;i try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;but if i just subconsciously think about it&lt;br /&gt;if my mind just edges towards it without me even thinking directly of it&lt;br /&gt;i feel scared. and then i'm frustrated&lt;br /&gt;why is it affecting me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even the smallest things are affecting me&lt;br /&gt;and even the things that are not supposed to affect me are affecting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep feeling like there's this wall in front of me&lt;br /&gt;i keep walking right into it&lt;br /&gt;it's like the games we play&lt;br /&gt;just for fun we walk the characters into the wall&lt;br /&gt;they're moving, they're walking&lt;br /&gt;but they're getting no where&lt;br /&gt;my books open, i'm reading and i'm going no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the calendar&lt;br /&gt;i watch the clock tick&lt;br /&gt;i open my book read a few lines&lt;br /&gt;nothing goes in&lt;br /&gt;i read it again&lt;br /&gt;nothing goes in again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my mum sighed as she watches me type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she doesn't stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but her sigh is enough to break my train of thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close that book&lt;br /&gt;i open another&lt;br /&gt;i repeat that whole process&lt;br /&gt;the results are repeated&lt;br /&gt;i close that book and open another&lt;br /&gt;the same bloody thing happens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the content page&lt;br /&gt;i remember that redox has been taken out&lt;br /&gt;i try to smile&lt;br /&gt;i look at the other topics&lt;br /&gt;i smash the book shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasted 2 hours sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that just trying to paint a little could be so draining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to survive&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to finish all my prep work&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to finish the actual painting&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be able to read all my notes&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be able to pass&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be able to get anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to get a FAIL for art&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to retain&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fail&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to give up art&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to see hear all their 'i told you so' looks&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's working&lt;br /&gt;i'm still as frustrated as ever&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;i was so confident about art a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you also stopped being confident on the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;same night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never felt okay for long. you and your bloody fucking mood swings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you remember last year. no, you don't really remember last year. but what you vaguely remember is enough isn't it? remember the blank starings? remember the struggling? remember all the fails? remember all the ugly red crosses? it's all going to happen again. you know it. you've anticipated it for the longest time. you were just turning you head the other way but even the slightest whisper reminds you of it because you keep thinking about it. even when you're not thinking about it directly. it's lurking at the back of your mind, you know it's there. it's always there. always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clocks are ticking. you're wasting your time. there's not point "spending the last hours of your life racing around your cage denying you're a squrriel." ohhh, a lit quote. not bad. you're full of bits and pieces. but bits and pieces are not going to get you through this right? you know it. you're going to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you took art against their wishes. you took art against your better judgement. and all that time you knew that you were going to regret it. but you foolishly took it anyway and you still foolishly thought that you could cope and perhaps just maybe you wouldn't regret it. well. tough luck. that was never going to happen and now it's too late for regrets. and luck was never ever on your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you promised yourself you would see it to the end. well see it through. and watch everything fall apart. watch it. just watch it. your fate is sealed. there's nothing you can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what are you going to do when exams come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are you going to do after the exams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those two free days what are you going to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what are you going to do when you receive your results?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are you going to do after you receive your results?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are they going to react to your results?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are they ALL going to react?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you pretend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you turn your head the other way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you you're still thinking about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's on your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know how they're going to react&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then. what are you going to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are you going to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;threading upon a long thin barb wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your destination on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's along way off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you set off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because this feat was thought possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you know it's impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you decide to try anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because many have done it before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why couldn't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so high up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you never liked heights &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you're taking steps one at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;going slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the clocks are ticking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you try to speed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can't balance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are you supposed to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look across to the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can barely see the place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so very far off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've spent so much time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you've done so little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you look down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so high up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would happen if you fell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I GIVE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;correction. you want to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-401430316043224333?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5505915667180304382</id><published>2007-09-16T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:47:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went caro's church today.&lt;br /&gt;it was... different ^^&lt;br /&gt;for one thing it was really really slack&lt;br /&gt;it's quite different&lt;br /&gt;and i think the church is part of the hotel?&lt;br /&gt;um, still didn't really get that part.&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;thanks once again friend for letting me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realise that i have 6 hrs of class time left to do Art&lt;br /&gt;that's not much/:&lt;br /&gt;with all the painting we have to do&lt;br /&gt;can we use other mediums instead?&lt;br /&gt;i just got new and super ex colour pencils&lt;br /&gt;(if drop them i'll scream. and if you're close by that's too bad)&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;can i use them instead?&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot quicker and much more covenient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then if i add up the time before sch start&lt;br /&gt;that's about 20 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;well... if i was optimistic i would say i have a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not. so i have very little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is eating up my brain&lt;br /&gt;and it's &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be my stress reliever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;more pics on thurs then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5505915667180304382?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5505915667180304382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I actually know what i want to do for art.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to rub it into anyone's face&lt;br /&gt;but i really love the idea that i have.&lt;br /&gt;I know what i want to do&lt;br /&gt;or at least I know what i don't want to do... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I have all these ideas buzzing around in my head&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do for prep work&lt;br /&gt;I actually do know. for once&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;of all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's so little time&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been able to study much i confess&lt;br /&gt;and i want to give my all to do Art&lt;br /&gt;i really want to do this well&lt;br /&gt;i think i can actually do something worthwhile for once.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid of giving too much time to art&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll neglect the rest of my subjects&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that i'll be giving too little&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll barely scrap through&lt;br /&gt;and all the thinking i spent on it would have been for &lt;em&gt;naught&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that i'll put in my all&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;em&gt;screw up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't finish the picture it's &lt;em&gt;IMMEDIATELY&lt;/em&gt; a C.&lt;br /&gt;a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you you'd regret taking Art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;I like all this planning&lt;br /&gt;I like to have something to do&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;everything's so messy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of the &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; i have&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;em&gt;so little time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're still going to regret it in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and caro was right.&lt;br /&gt;S'pore &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have pretty skies (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Hide me now&lt;br /&gt;Under your wings&lt;br /&gt;Cover me&lt;br /&gt;within your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;Know his power&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with you above the storm&lt;br /&gt;Father you are king over the flood&lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know you are God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4056702905170199271?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4868282235992977031</id><published>2007-09-15T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:15:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your life you never know&lt;br /&gt;mixed up emotions&lt;br /&gt;feelings gone cold&lt;br /&gt;you really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts run wild&lt;br /&gt;complications never mild&lt;br /&gt;everything's a bloody mess&lt;br /&gt;the situation you can't assess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problems you have no control&lt;br /&gt;the answers you never know&lt;br /&gt;the bird's eye view you don't have&lt;br /&gt;to the right options you're deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things arise&lt;br /&gt;things too large in size&lt;br /&gt;you come way lost&lt;br /&gt;and everything has a cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to tread carefully&lt;br /&gt;but you never know everything fully&lt;br /&gt;and seriously&lt;br /&gt;do you even know yourself truly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;but what have you accomplished thus far?&lt;br /&gt;but are you really trying?&lt;br /&gt;to yourself you're lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions that are a piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;screwed up because of a careless mistake&lt;br /&gt;how many of those have you made in your life?&lt;br /&gt;they're always there, this constant strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop wishing to go back&lt;br /&gt;you're making yourself a wreak&lt;br /&gt;stop wishing&lt;br /&gt;on stars that are really falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you'll get through it&lt;br /&gt;you know the end you'll meet&lt;br /&gt;but the end&lt;br /&gt;how's it going to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're no seer&lt;br /&gt;but it's so clear&lt;br /&gt;and it won't be queer&lt;br /&gt;if it happened again like last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you curse&lt;br /&gt;expecting the worse&lt;br /&gt;but regrets come too late&lt;br /&gt;that's what they always say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words form night and day&lt;br /&gt;"are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;you mumble "yes"&lt;br /&gt;that's the answer you think is best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;they might not rhyme properly&lt;br /&gt;but do i care?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4868282235992977031?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4868282235992977031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4868282235992977031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4868282235992977031'/><link 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steadily, quickly&lt;br /&gt;The whole story’s in your head&lt;br /&gt;And it simply flows out onto paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how everything’s going to be&lt;br /&gt;You’re not worried at all&lt;br /&gt;You know how it’s going to start&lt;br /&gt;You know how it’s going to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know everything&lt;br /&gt;You’re manipulating everything&lt;br /&gt;And bit by bit the story comes out&lt;br /&gt;So easily, so smoothly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not worried&lt;br /&gt;You’re never afraid of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;You know how everything’s going to turn out&lt;br /&gt;You know how everything’s going to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s under your control&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to worry about&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s predictable&lt;br /&gt;To everything you’re all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twists the turns&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;They don’t surprise you at all&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re the one planning them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Just a story&lt;br /&gt;A fictional story&lt;br /&gt;So easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not part of it&lt;br /&gt;You’re not really affected by it&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s under your control&lt;br /&gt;They’re just words, a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never your story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6602160697425649298?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6602160697425649298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6602160697425649298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the art paper today&lt;br /&gt;themes were: clearing, fading, corridoors, ring...&lt;br /&gt;there's two more but at the moment i can't remember it&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to do fading&lt;br /&gt;i got the image in mind when revising chem&lt;br /&gt;and i know where to get the artist reference&lt;br /&gt;now i just have to fill up 5 A3 size paper worth of prep work&lt;br /&gt;and it's both sides.&lt;br /&gt;ahh wells. if all else fails. i'll just write a whole essay on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i didn't hand up two worksheets for emaths&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember how they look like /:&lt;br /&gt;i need them to pull up my marks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember how to do matrices either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went high with caro and fran during amaths&lt;br /&gt;laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go and memorize ALL the trigo formulas after... (ah shit) lit test on thurs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;lit test&lt;br /&gt;oh whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow will just be a passing nightmare of tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6115370704043887821?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6115370704043887821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6115370704043887821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6115370704043887821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6115370704043887821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-read-cyeos-fanfic-and-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-3637815253825145259</id><published>2007-09-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:02:56.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro-&lt;br /&gt;friend. I think you should go and read what you wrote to me.&lt;br /&gt;you can phrase things better than me.&lt;br /&gt;and friend. I believe i'm quoting you when i say&lt;br /&gt;you can't keep it all inside that &lt;em&gt;human being&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes friend. I still remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God gave us trials to face&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think that he ever meant for us to &lt;em&gt;face it alone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And from experience I believe most of the time we do go through the &lt;em&gt;same things. feeling the same emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;And why do you like to help people so much?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we all do it for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you're alone in that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one stopping you. except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and i highly doubt that anyone of us would turn our backs to you.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it really helps to sort things out if you tell. or simply write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried for exams?&lt;br /&gt;well. I haven't been able to study &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; the past week&lt;br /&gt;because of. well. youknowwhat emotional issues.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. i think.&lt;br /&gt;we have to take steps. small steps to reach our goal.&lt;br /&gt;and your chinese oral?&lt;br /&gt;I think we all screwed it in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a &lt;em&gt;geog student&lt;/em&gt; damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;vi loves you no matter what caro.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think you have... replies to these?&lt;br /&gt;well. you always do.&lt;br /&gt;you can always tell them to me in school or wherever whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed lit.&lt;br /&gt;but... not as bad as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;there's going to be a retest since apparently the question got leaked&lt;br /&gt;the retest is on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;chem is on wed.&lt;br /&gt;everything is memory work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I screwed my chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;plastic bags /:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; geog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; student.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art tmr.&lt;br /&gt;getting the papper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh wells.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm satisfied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still feel normal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3637815253825145259?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/3637815253825145259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't quite like this place now&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much space&lt;br /&gt;and you'll always have this... urge to 'fill it up'&lt;br /&gt;and when i rant&lt;br /&gt;i tend to be whiny&lt;br /&gt;ppl say it's ok. ppl say i'm not whiny&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say anything about today&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to say about today&lt;br /&gt;or. maybe i do *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel normal&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy about that&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;well, not happy happy&lt;br /&gt;um, know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've said 'I don't care' so many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm still going round in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it shrank and became smaller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe it grew bigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm really starting to tire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't know why it's so dire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i have to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to start avoiding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i know it's not exactly solving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i never knew where i was going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or what i was doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing was ever helping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so it really doesn't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro.&lt;br /&gt;i read your blog&lt;br /&gt;and people are going to call me sadistic&lt;br /&gt;but when i read the bottom part&lt;br /&gt;i burst out laughing ^^&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. maybe it's my weird moods&lt;br /&gt;and so (don't know if you're going to appreciate this but)&lt;br /&gt;thank you (: *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand the &lt;em&gt;mess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so now i feel somewhat happy.&lt;br /&gt;or at least clearer&lt;br /&gt;though still very grounded.&lt;br /&gt;and i found this... poem among all the clutter&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't written all that long ago&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that things regarding my emotions keep on repeating&lt;br /&gt;well, in a way about the same thing(s)&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know circles don't end&lt;br /&gt;well. actually all shapes don't end&lt;br /&gt;they might have corners and all&lt;br /&gt;but they really don't end at all&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok. shall stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah die. there's lit tomorrow isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;I guess panic is the best feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can do what i said i would do.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;among all the clutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think it used to matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it used to have meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;filled with pictures of you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at it used to make me choke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i can no longer see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like how i did before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i know i still miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we had, that which i did adore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but everything now is a wisp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of what it was before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-3441732390730288114?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-9158150511378421245</id><published>2007-09-08T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:25:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caro-&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will survive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid of the ending(s).&lt;br /&gt;and you yourself. please take care too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toady, after... 11? 12? I felt &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; for the first time in days&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in days i felt that i could actually do things properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS meeting went on fine.&lt;br /&gt;Dance felt somewhat fine as well&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mess up so much of my steps.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because we didn't do much today&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; improvement.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I'm asking myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long can this last?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how long is this thing going to drag on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I already know what I've chosen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I already know that I don't really care to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's always that stubborn part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That still goes on saying that I cannot choose that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I really don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;two roads lie before me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;already i've stepped on one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i keep drawing back and going back to square one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mouth of the crossroad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stood here for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long has it been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a month? two months?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much longer can i drag this on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine how my life will be if i pick one over the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a way, there's no correct answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is full of changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many twists and turns i've felt these past few months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is one more change anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm afraid of the regrets yet to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid of the regrets I know are coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regrets. i've had them all my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i don't think it ever was on a matter like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but picking that path over the other is impossible as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it. simply. would. not do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Find the root of the problem and therein you'll find the solution'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, I've found the 'root of the problem'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's simply you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's all there is to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finding the 'root of the problem'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me think that my choice is the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but of course, there's 'what is to come' to consider.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i'm just stalling&lt;br /&gt;trying not to make the decision cause I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;of regrets, of the awkwardness, of the infinite possibilities of changes&lt;br /&gt;of what is to come and what won't come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know, I have to make my decision soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This matter cannot drag on for so long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just thought of that&lt;br /&gt;badly structured i know&lt;br /&gt;wells, you'll know what i'm thinking/feeling now&lt;br /&gt;but don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite happy(:&lt;br /&gt;for the moment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew something last night&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i got an 'image' in my head&lt;br /&gt;and so long since i could actually draw it out&lt;br /&gt;and so much longer since i could actually draw it out properly and nicely that i can actually feel proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend's playing now.&lt;br /&gt;*feels amused*&lt;br /&gt;and it also happens to be on my top played list&lt;br /&gt;*feels even more amused*&lt;br /&gt;and no, i don't like that song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-9158150511378421245?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/9158150511378421245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=9158150511378421245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;letting go and I hope it'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7391510447349137486?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7391510447349137486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7391510447349137486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7391510447349137486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7391510447349137486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green. just for you&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.sweet sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;go you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6598203132172134654?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-424185862579703185</id><published>2007-09-07T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:15:14.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like there's just this &lt;em&gt;mess&lt;/em&gt; inside of me&lt;br /&gt;everything's just overlapping with each other until there's just this &lt;em&gt;huge mess&lt;/em&gt; within me&lt;br /&gt;well. in a crude way, &lt;em&gt;i know&lt;/em&gt; i'll get over all this&lt;br /&gt;since whether i like it or not time &lt;em&gt;will just keep on going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;clocks won't stop ticking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;So whether i like it or not&lt;br /&gt;I'm brought closer to the EOYs with each passing second&lt;br /&gt;and I'm brought closer to the future that I can't see or imagine at all&lt;br /&gt;And with each passing week. I'm just drifting .... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that i would &lt;em&gt;follow common sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I had some kind of &lt;em&gt;old theroy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm thrown into different situations that i have never ever experienced&lt;br /&gt;so i'm &lt;em&gt;following emotions&lt;/em&gt;, i'm &lt;em&gt;following feelings&lt;/em&gt; most of the time&lt;br /&gt;and it's &lt;em&gt;driving me crazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's making everything a &lt;em&gt;mess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though a huge part of me says quite&lt;em&gt; firmly and obviously&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;I don't care anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;em&gt;small and stubborn&lt;/em&gt; part of me still screams out that&lt;em&gt; i must care&lt;/em&gt; if not, I'll &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt; everything into small bits&lt;br /&gt;bits that are &lt;em&gt;actually chewable&lt;/em&gt;, bits that &lt;em&gt;won't make me feel sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;everything's a mess&lt;/em&gt;. just &lt;em&gt;one big lump of a mess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;everything that's &lt;em&gt;so mashed together&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;it's simply stuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;then it's sunday.&lt;br /&gt;then it'll be monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world we knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time we've lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't get back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The life we had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't be ours again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, by the time EOYs are over, most of the bulk will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;but three/four more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; possibly survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;those other things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it were possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would turn back time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how far back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know, remember, feel what it was like&lt;/em&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and simply live through it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there doesn't seem to be anything worth &lt;/em&gt;here&lt;em&gt; anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions are just a mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could rip out the part that still stubbornly says that I have to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shut up before someone cracks and tells me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw. I miss drawing. I miss my life before damn it.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I'm still the same. in a way, i'm a lot different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that's what you're supposed to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the holidays that's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;no words.&lt;br /&gt;So nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm thinking too much into things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ranting?&lt;br /&gt;does that show that I can't take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;well, I made a promise to myself this morning&lt;br /&gt;I think it's impossible. but I can't do anything but try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so try I shall.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eight years later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time goes by fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got my &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they will &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to&lt;/em&gt; keep it simple &lt;em&gt;cause I hate goodbyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to&lt;/em&gt; keep it simple &lt;em&gt;by telling myself that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;nothing's &lt;/em&gt;ever simple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-424185862579703185?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/424185862579703185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=424185862579703185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/424185862579703185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/424185862579703185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-like-theres-just-this-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5516247743823777638</id><published>2007-09-06T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T04:35:19.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 3. i woke up at 2.&lt;br /&gt;it's an unearthly hour to be awake. i know.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, it's still the holidays (or so they like to term it)&lt;br /&gt;so i can do studying at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the emails.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't expect you to be able to give me answers&lt;br /&gt;I mean. if you did, if you could that would be quite. scary&lt;br /&gt;but just talking about it helped&lt;br /&gt;i don't how.&lt;br /&gt;but it did help.&lt;br /&gt;and i think. these things are things that i really have to handle for myself in the end.&lt;br /&gt;still. thanks all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with Art&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's quite pretty (although mr ong is sure to state other wise)&lt;br /&gt;i messed up the tail initially&lt;br /&gt;tried to fix it but it looks weird now&lt;br /&gt;so it's still messed up.&lt;br /&gt;ahh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need a colour. for the human's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;wells. can everyone just tell me their favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horse is a bay. a reddish bay (i don't really think that such a term exists though)&lt;br /&gt;no prizes to guess who it represents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quite technically it's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;so in... about 13 hours it's riding.&lt;br /&gt;I can see Sonny.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the staff list for VBS.&lt;br /&gt;um, doing k2 again.&lt;br /&gt;idon'tknowwhattothinknow&lt;br /&gt;and i'm quite glad that they didn't promote me ^^&lt;br /&gt;because that would have been. idon'tknow.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay? *trying to be optimistic but not really working here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all for the Glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;so I shall try to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;even though i'll be tired at the end of each day.&lt;br /&gt;(but that's an easy way to get to sleep(: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5516247743823777638?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5516247743823777638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5516247743823777638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5516247743823777638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5516247743823777638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-5946519058572134432</id><published>2007-09-04T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:10:55.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;throwing caution into the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. sigh. now i'm panicking again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with my painting&lt;br /&gt;at least just the horse part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which is barely half and i spent 2 1/2 + hours on it and would have been a fail if it was a real test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind that ^^&lt;br /&gt;it's quite good for someone like me&lt;br /&gt;though the colours are all wrong&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;it's the best painting i've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until you mess it up later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-5946519058572134432?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/5946519058572134432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=5946519058572134432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5946519058572134432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/5946519058572134432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7954811034100925674</id><published>2007-09-04T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:08:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You knew you were going to screw that test. You knew. even before the test, you knew. even when you were doing that test. you knew you were going to screw that test. you knew. you knew. you just knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i studied for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you knew you were going to screw that test even &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; you were studying. you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hey, it's okay. you passed you got a C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i don't want a C. The least I will allow myself to get is a B3. But i really want an A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're aiming too high don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But that's what &lt;em&gt;they've&lt;/em&gt; asked from me since young and that has become what i want, what i aim for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, you're just going to die then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you want to tell someone you can you know. They said they'll listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i don't want to. I can't. I just can't. I can't expect them to be there for me. 24/7. I can't expect them to be there simply because I need it. Everyone else has their own obligations their own things to deal with. I can't expect it of them. Besides I wouldn't know what to say. and I don't want to be dependent on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in a way you already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations with myself. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Vi, you're stressed."&lt;br /&gt;"But so is everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;caro-&lt;br /&gt;chem is just chem is all very well.&lt;br /&gt;but not when it's piled onto other things.&lt;br /&gt;I know. it's all for God. We were made for Him.&lt;br /&gt;But. my mother doesn't seem to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;she's just-&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start ranting so nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a hug now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not need but i want one.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;thanks friend.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get a single A this term.&lt;br /&gt;then she's going to start crapping. again.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's one thing to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i won't stop dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't stop lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you want i'll keep on crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you get what you deserved?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this what you always want me for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking and singing the word 'lying' as crying.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moments are still just moments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moments and forevers never lasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything's just an illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're not even worth the mention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch the moments go by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all you can really do is sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time will keep on going,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on, never stopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you slip, you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing's going to stall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because you fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you don't get up, it's farewell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;live the moment as long as you like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they're only a short flight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're all short lived,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then they're memories none too vivid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;crappy things when i'm emo&lt;br /&gt;i have to get the word 'moment' out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;art is really getting into my head.&lt;br /&gt;ahh shit. i have to finish art by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was over at 12. I left class at 1:24.&lt;br /&gt;die lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They've programe their feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their synchronizin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And criticizin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to australia for sabbaticals anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to get emotionally blackmailed.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;thanks joy for the hugs. thanks val for sitting/being there and the message. and thank you to dawn for that video. it cheered me up loads. but don't take me wrong, sonny is still a hell lot better than that... thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you're tired of runnin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're tired of hurting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're tired of living in their lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're tired of listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're tired of hurting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your sadness &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;alive, alive, alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7954811034100925674?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7954811034100925674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7954811034100925674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7954811034100925674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7954811034100925674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-knew-you-were-going-to-screw-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-6727581564465761772</id><published>2007-09-03T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:43:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am again. penning down my thoughts because...?&lt;br /&gt;because it's supposed to help.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess because i want to remember&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i don't&lt;br /&gt;but i shall leave that choice to the future me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if there is going to be one)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fingers entwined in black mane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hair streaming back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;galloping across the plains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;running away from everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all one naive dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meant only to last for a moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I quite strongly disliked school&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I wanted to go home as soon as possible after school&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I was okay going to church.&lt;br /&gt;now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems that everything is the exact opposite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had things to say. but i can't remember what&lt;br /&gt;so it's just as well.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all only just human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made of a breakable heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fagile body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and an intangible soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's only that much we can take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before everything starts to break apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night&lt;br /&gt;Walk the dead&lt;br /&gt;In the solitary style and crash the&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery gates&lt;br /&gt;In the dress your husband hatesway down, mark the grave&lt;br /&gt;Where the searchlights find us drinking by the&lt;br /&gt;Mausoleum door...&lt;br /&gt;And they found you on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;Off the run&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs that make you slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that much fun&lt;br /&gt;Staring down a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;So I won't stop dying&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop lying&lt;br /&gt;If you want I'll keep on crying&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you always want me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, (WAY DOWN) way down (WAY DOWN)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I miss you&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I miss you, so far?&lt;br /&gt;And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Made it so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way down, way down&lt;br /&gt;way... down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-6727581564465761772?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/6727581564465761772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=6727581564465761772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6727581564465761772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/6727581564465761772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-7829294078843333669</id><published>2007-09-03T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:43:51.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want a dog or a cat. I want someone that I can hug and will never feel awkward about it. I need someone that will be there for me and let me be there for them.  I need someone that will keep me grounded when I'm emo or whatever. I just need someone to &lt;em&gt;be there&lt;/em&gt;. Something &lt;em&gt;substantial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe this is why I've always wanted a dog, or a cat.  Hamsters and rabbits are all very well but they simply don't have that same kind of... feeling. Black-Eye never lets me hug him, he barely even lets me pat him. Since young I've always thought that having a dog or a cat would perhaps solve all my problems, maybe it was just a simple childhood fantasy, a naive thought. But I kept on hoping that my parents would allow me a dog.I had one once. But I didn't even know she was mine. If i knew, I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; have let her go. But I didn't know. So now she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even now, maybe I still believe that having a gos would help. Perhaps not solve all my problems but simply just feeling another's presence when you feel totally alone. I don't mind if the dog just lies there sleeping beside me. But hey, at least it's something substential. Somthing alive and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've never known if it would ever work. Because all the dogs that I've seen aren't mine. They belong to others so I don't dare to try. But now I'll never know because I'll never get a dog or a cat. And also, maybe just maybe, I can't love them anymore. Maybe I can maybe I can't.Well, who knows? I'll never get the chance to find out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But maybe if they knew it might perhaps involve my sanity, they might allow. But how am I supposed to tell them that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-7829294078843333669?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/7829294078843333669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=7829294078843333669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7829294078843333669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/7829294078843333669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-dog-or-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-2712555873302924722</id><published>2007-09-02T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:42:28.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you see it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See that you are the only real face in the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one here has a clue what your feelin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't feel bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep your sadness alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm listening to a lot of good charlotte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that should keep michelle happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ifeelalone.andidon'tblameyouifyoudon'tknowwhattodosincei'mnotsupposedtobelikethis.idon'tblameyouifyoujustwantoshutmeaway.ireallydon'tblameyou.atall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised that i keep talking about sonny as though it would help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, I look at my art piece and i just feel sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blahs. I'll be fine. I know it. I just have to hang on till I'm finally truly really fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but hold on to what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-2712555873302924722?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/2712555873302924722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=2712555873302924722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2712555873302924722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/2712555873302924722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-look-around-dont-you-see-it-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-4941525333990522896</id><published>2007-09-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:57:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish all my emotional issues would just go away. I can't study. I can't think properly. I can't do Art since the emotion from it is the exact opposite of what I'm feeling. I've drawn the human. The smile looks so fake. I can't draw it. I can't draw anything for the matter. I think I'm going to retain next year, looking at how things are going now. But I can't. I simply can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was just. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of service after offering&lt;br /&gt;then just sat in an empty room, trying to. sort things out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then pretty much for the rest of the time I was in church, I just sat outside of the TZ room.&lt;br /&gt;very illogical of me I know.&lt;br /&gt;People could see me from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But the glass or plastic roof thing was blue&lt;br /&gt;I liked it. but it didn't calm me down this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad. I feel really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;People were asking how I was.&lt;br /&gt;I should have just returned to the TZ room&lt;br /&gt;but i never liked crowds. but this time I felt that i couldn't handle crowds at all&lt;br /&gt;So i just sat outside.&lt;br /&gt;and I didnt' know how to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;just me. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;and slept&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their cold hands tugged and pulled at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want to go to where they wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they continued tugging and shaking me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't care. Not listening to a word they said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening, instead, to music that made no sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're muttering things. I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to know what they mutter behind my back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact, i don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their opinions stopped mattering to me a long time ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a long time ago, I no longer felt safe there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was offered a panadol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if that could really help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i would have taken so much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it would have killed me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"That's not a valid answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's the only answer I can give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-4941525333990522896?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/4941525333990522896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=4941525333990522896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4941525333990522896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/4941525333990522896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-all-my-emotional-issues-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-8917436372626617324</id><published>2007-09-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:17:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st of september&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of Michelle's departure&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of my mum's return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things signify the start of... things.&lt;br /&gt;But I can cancel one from my mum's list now.&lt;br /&gt;Wisps is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry about whether I have to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was like a trigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried till all my energy was gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reminders are all gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the guilt still remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll let it consume me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know it's my fault&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Which according to cassie. (and everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;is what i do when I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;well. I won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that once I start I won't know when or where to stop.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I wonder, which is better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling numbness or pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the great escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't hear a word they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know us anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch it burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we are finally free tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could. I wish I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-8917436372626617324?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/8917436372626617324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=8917436372626617324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8917436372626617324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/8917436372626617324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/screw-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32611566.post-1326571952686038287</id><published>2007-09-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:34:41.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I strip my dreams and wishes to the bare minimum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I stop looking too much into the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I stop thinking about things too big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I think simply,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would wish to be able to make people around me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32611566-1326571952686038287?l=wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/feeds/1326571952686038287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32611566&amp;postID=1326571952686038287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1326571952686038287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32611566/posts/default/1326571952686038287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherehopemeetsdisappointment.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-strip-my-dreams-and-wishes-to-bare.html' title=''/><author><name>Vivian Leung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16216368934597117050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
