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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 14:05:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;like to think I&apos;m smarter than I look.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:34:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The day before the last of my finals...</title>
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  <description>*&lt;em&gt;dances to Whitney Houston&apos;s How Will I Know&lt;/em&gt;*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 03:57:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Don&apos;t wanna grow up</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t want to look ahead -- don&apos;t know what I&apos;m gonna see. I&apos;d rather pretend nothing&apos;s there in the first place. A void, blank canvas where I can paint my own path, carve my own future and whatever happens, happens. Nothing&apos;s to be expected; no one would feel disappointed&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid of failure that I&apos;m not willing to achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky feeling.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 03:11:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Acting/Being Myself</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I get strangely amused with behaving sloppily and I-don&apos;t-give-a-damn attitude on the bus. I&apos;d sit there with my legs hanging off whatever. My hands stuffing food into my mouth like there&apos;s no tomorrow. My hair wind-blown and surely looking like I&apos;d been struck by lightning ten times over. Headphones in my ears and grinning and mumbling song lyrics like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares are total fun too. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&apos;Cause all that&apos;s going through my head is I&apos;m lucky I don&apos;t care about what other people think of me when they see me. Especially since&amp;nbsp;I won&apos;t&amp;nbsp;ever see them again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like such the aforementioned slob is of course, after my encounter with my gorgeous crush, in which I am (try to be)&amp;nbsp;a hair&apos;s width short of perfect =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 19:02:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Moment in Time</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s just one of those days where the world can&amp;nbsp;explode in the next three seconds,&amp;nbsp;and I&apos;m really too unreasonably giddy to give a damn. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must&apos;ve been the McDonald&apos;s that&amp;nbsp;I ate for the first time today since FOREVER! (ie. a month)&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that I passed my Calc test. Muahahha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 05:11:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wardrobe and Others</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;dumped out another 25% of my wardrobe today (it filled&amp;nbsp;1 garbage bag). In the past year, I must have thrown out 3 garbage bags worth of clothes. Most of them don&apos;t fit anymore and are out of style. Well, my style at least. No more printed tees, faded jeans, and baggy pants back when I listened to rap =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is restocking my wardrobe. Which, as you can imagine,&amp;nbsp;takes&amp;nbsp;on a whole new style now that I&apos;ve moved on to listening more of classical music, haha. Bought&amp;nbsp;my first&amp;nbsp;business style jacket today which made me feel so grown up! Paired it with an old &amp;amp; simple white skirt I found at the back of my closet,&amp;nbsp;and a white dress shirt, and I dare say I looked&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;hot =)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 3 pounds since last journal entry. Wohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained 2. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spent the last 14 hours doing &amp;amp;@(#-ing calculus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:32:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>shushy thoughts</title>
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  <description>The ground was really slushy today, the stairs all covered in&amp;nbsp;brown, half-melted snow and murky puddles and patches of ice all around... And yet I walked aimlessly, carelessly, lazily in the bitterbitter cold. Hair flying in all directions, nose and ears&amp;nbsp;far past a subtle rosy pink.&amp;nbsp;My favourite jeans all soaked... I just felt so... blank. So empty inside. Like I didn&apos;t care if I slipped on the ice and came falling down twenty steps&amp;nbsp;of concrete and dirty snow. Didn&apos;t care if anyone was looking at me. My tangled hair and long bags under my eyes. Face looking like I hadn&apos;t really woken up yet and it was already&amp;nbsp;late afternoon. I&apos;ve also gained&amp;nbsp;a few pounds these past few days, which is not very self-esteem-ing when you&apos;re trying out a new diet plan. Not to mention&amp;nbsp;school is totally&amp;nbsp;fucking me over and everyone around me seems to be doing so much better.&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s hard to say you admire someone when&amp;nbsp;you&apos;re also dually&amp;nbsp;out-of-your-mind jealous of them. And then I get fears&amp;nbsp;of being a hobo in the future.&amp;nbsp;Gahh...&amp;nbsp;if I smoked, this would be a good time for one.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 05:50:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you&apos;d think you&apos;d learn by now</title>
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  <description>how to pick up the pieces around you, rearrange them one by one in&amp;nbsp;their proper places. certain faces. making sure not to disturb them, accidently slide them from their spot just because you hate it when everything&apos;s in order and perfect. and yet you&apos;ve never actually tasted perfection yourself.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 03:22:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhh. school drives me bonkers.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 05:06:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;the higher the expectations, the greater you fall. everyone knows that. everyone warns you of that. but what do you when your whole purpose, your whole drive, and everyone&apos;s depending on you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not to fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. what do you do when you have no where to go but up? when each step&amp;nbsp;you take&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;the ladder disappears underneath your feet? one slip, one move backward and you&apos;re finished. you&apos;re done and youre gone and theres no where to go. no one to catch you. no one to pull you. you gotta pull yourself. you gotta push &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;yourself &lt;/em&gt;is an awfully lonely word. painful and lonely and its so much easier, so &lt;em&gt;tempting&lt;/em&gt; to let go. fall that great height. fall somewhere nowhere whereever. its so much easier to jump into the unknown, instead of climbing a long, meticulously planned path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so much easier to say &quot;i quit&quot;, &quot;i give up&quot;, &quot;....i never wanted it anyway....&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;to withdraw from a battle, rather than be defeated.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 04:41:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;sometimes, you just want to &lt;em&gt;give up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;you know you have issues when you start envying dead people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the same argument spinnin round and round in your head&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and you dont really care whose listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youve passed that stage a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;some things just need to be put down in writing&lt;br /&gt;so you can stand back and look at it.&lt;br /&gt;stare at it.&lt;br /&gt;because the words that are written down,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;must surely make more sense than the ones in your head.&lt;br /&gt;life passes by so quickly&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish itd slow down.</description>
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