<?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-1020057437579075009</id><updated>2011-11-25T11:28:36.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapunx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020057437579075009.post-2301385492734423785</id><published>2011-05-05T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:43:30.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Tohoshinki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by at a quick pace&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much of a season had already gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the scenery I’ve become familiar with&lt;br /&gt;Without being able to slip away&lt;br /&gt;From these distant memories alone&lt;br /&gt;It's like I completely lost my destination&lt;br /&gt;That was the time when I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met by chance along this road&lt;br /&gt;Even now I can’t forget, ever since that day&lt;br /&gt;Much of the sorrow and anxiety I held&lt;br /&gt;Everything had been changed&lt;br /&gt;Through the warmth of your memories&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding two shells&lt;br /&gt;Is just like a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're here beside me&lt;br /&gt;Even the depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Would be comfortable with this gentle feeling&lt;br /&gt;Even if violent rain falls down&lt;br /&gt;And strong winds blow about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go out to protect this love &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're together we can surely overcome all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have thought like that at first?&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t let go of this hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll always gaze carefully at time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met by chance along this road&lt;br /&gt;Even now I can’t forget, ever since that day&lt;br /&gt;Things that live on, things that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;While changing towards happiness,&lt;br /&gt;We’d both walk along together&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love..&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love..&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love..&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love..&lt;br /&gt;Proud of your love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time of the month when I'm just all depressed and longing for a complete DBSK/THSK.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCShe_qsxHk/TcG6OoppTRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9nm7J6v5IWs/s1600/th_mimio-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCShe_qsxHk/TcG6OoppTRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9nm7J6v5IWs/s320/th_mimio-14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602964172018634002" 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/1020057437579075009-2301385492734423785?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/2301385492734423785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/05/despair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/2301385492734423785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/2301385492734423785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/05/despair.html' title='Despair.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCShe_qsxHk/TcG6OoppTRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9nm7J6v5IWs/s72-c/th_mimio-14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020057437579075009.post-4819943592548679063</id><published>2011-04-20T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:02:31.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$^&amp;</title><content type='html'>I know it's for my own good,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not a frickkin 10 years old kid! I know what's wrong and what's right.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to curse... yeaah..&lt;br /&gt;but you just can't help it sometimes. Especially when I'm in rage.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like I'm cursing people. Like seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;it's so frustrating! and now I feel like cursing but.must.hold.it. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-4819943592548679063?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/4819943592548679063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/4819943592548679063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/4819943592548679063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='!@#$^&amp;'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-865783260239883103</id><published>2011-04-19T03:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T03:32:09.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this love song&lt;br /&gt;               - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love Song (Big Bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-865783260239883103?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/865783260239883103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/865783260239883103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/865783260239883103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-song.html' title='BB.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-8171337703157890570</id><published>2011-04-15T07:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T07:40:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Please Understand Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nicholas Long, American University, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don’t be fooled by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don’t be fooled by the face that I wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For I wear a mask.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wear a thousand masks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And all of them are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pretending is an art that’s second nature to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But don’t be fooled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I may give you the impression that I am secure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water’s calm and I’m in command,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And that I need no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But don’t believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Beneath which lies no smugness, no complacency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Beneath lies the real me in confusion, in fear, in loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I hide all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I panic at the thought of my weakness and my fear of being exposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To shield me from a glance that knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But such a glance is precisely my salvation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;…And if this glance is followed by acceptance—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If it’s followed by love, it can liberate me from myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;from my own self-built prison walls;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That I’m really worth something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I don’t tell you this; I do not dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I do not dare, because…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’m afraid that you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And your laugh would hurt me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I play my game; my desperate pretending game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And my life becomes a front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I tell you everything that really is nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And nothing of what’s everything—of what’s crying within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m rather NOT saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I dislike hiding, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I dislike the superficial game I’m playing – the superficial, phony game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I‘d really like to be genuine, spontaneous, and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But you have got to help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You’ve got to hold out your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Even when that’s the last thing I seem to want, or need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Each time you’re kind and gentle and encouraging;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Each time you care;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My heart begins to grow wings – very small wings – feeble wings – but wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I want you to know how important you are to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You alone can help me break down the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You alone can help me to remove my masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It will not be easy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The nearer you approach me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The more blindly I may strike back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At times I am irrational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I fight against the very things for which I cry out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I believe that a relationship is stronger than even a strong wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And in this lies my hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please help me to beat down these walls with firm but gentle hands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the child within me is very sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am someone you know very well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am every adolescent that you meet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-8171337703157890570?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/8171337703157890570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-understand-me-nicholas-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/8171337703157890570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/8171337703157890570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-understand-me-nicholas-long.html' title='A poem.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-4420121214568351303</id><published>2011-04-09T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T04:18:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>yea like I give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to control my temper nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I don't show it. I held it inside. I curse them endlessly inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish I know. I should know how to control my emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Ms. Shelley said, "Do Not Let Other People Control Your Emotion."&lt;br /&gt;She is damn right. But it's hard to do it. It's hard to not let them control you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still immature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-4420121214568351303?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/4420121214568351303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/4420121214568351303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/4420121214568351303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-5731774766676433582</id><published>2011-04-06T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:17:34.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Secret.</title><content type='html'>A sad day, a sad day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Allah's Forgiveness to you, dear one.&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace. :')&lt;br /&gt;To lose a friend or a family, means to lose a part of us.&lt;br /&gt;May his close friends and family will always be under Allah's protection.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-5731774766676433582?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/5731774766676433582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/gods-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/5731774766676433582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/5731774766676433582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/gods-secret.html' title='God&apos;s Secret.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-9087117520211500373</id><published>2011-04-05T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:59:58.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yooongg.</title><content type='html'>Jung Yonghwa. You make me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna scream Out in the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;      - Wanna Be Like U (CNBlue)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-9087117520211500373?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/9087117520211500373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/yooongg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/9087117520211500373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/9087117520211500373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/yooongg.html' title='Yooongg.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-5287823161043425948</id><published>2011-04-03T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:14:12.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN   KINDERGARTEN&lt;/span&gt;" by Robert Fulghum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Share everything.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Play fair.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Don’t hit people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Put things back where you found them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.&lt;br /&gt; 6. Don’t take things that aren’t yours.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Say you’re SORRY when you HURT somebody.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt; 9. Flush.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.&lt;br /&gt; 11. Live a balanced life - learn some and drink some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.&lt;br /&gt; 12. Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Stryrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;br /&gt; 15. Goldfish and hamster and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.&lt;br /&gt; 16. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first workd you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-5287823161043425948?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/5287823161043425948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/5287823161043425948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/5287823161043425948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-8224398378948219731</id><published>2011-04-03T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:03:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; Got this from tumblr.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink plenty of water.                                                                           &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live with the 3 E’s - Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play more games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more books than you did in 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t over do. Keep your limits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream more while you are awake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her  mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems  are  simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like  algebra  class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile and laugh more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Society:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call your family often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each day give something good to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the right thing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-8224398378948219731?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/8224398378948219731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/8224398378948219731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/8224398378948219731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-767908969210102863</id><published>2011-04-03T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T06:41:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't.</title><content type='html'>This is so true Oemgee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking.I mean like…Why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-767908969210102863?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/767908969210102863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/767908969210102863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/767908969210102863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant.html' title='Can&apos;t.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-6835197070462976622</id><published>2011-04-03T05:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T06:24:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveless.</title><content type='html'>The previous post are incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of stuff I want to write but couldn't get them out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Btw I LOVE my new skin :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally something I can stick to for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of changing it and believing I could make a awesome skin.&lt;br /&gt;It just didn't happen. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be perfect. BUT HOW?&lt;br /&gt;well I can't be perfect coz nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;then can I be at least close to perfect?&lt;br /&gt;How to concentrate on my studies? Somebody help me!&lt;br /&gt;My attention span is too short. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Seohyun do really love Yong right? What a wonderful first love...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be like that?!&lt;br /&gt;Why I am Loveless? Why is it hard for me to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;I am in love, with a guy who has millions of girls falling for him too.&lt;br /&gt;I am just another fan.&lt;br /&gt;Then where is the normal guy?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, probably there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not comfortable sitting and talking closely to guys. But only to those I'm not close with.&lt;br /&gt;Like classmates, they are just uncomfortable, especially the smelly ones. Oemgee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too picky, I only like handsome guys. Even though majority of them are pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;They act so full of themselves and only like bitches.&lt;br /&gt;people should stop act like they are surprised when I said I never have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;like so what, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;unlike you who has millions of ex-es. d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I want to study psychology, but what if I turn psycho?&lt;br /&gt;rant.rant.rant. I talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;haven't read any of my ISU books.&lt;br /&gt;2 presentations next tuesday. crap.&lt;br /&gt;Why do Allah love me so much even though I'm crap like this?&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to make him give all these awesome-ness into my life?&lt;br /&gt;I should be grateful. I should be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;but, my stupid evil side is still blackening my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I should terminate them forever. Go away you useless bastards! you're ruining my life!&lt;br /&gt;Don't make Allah give up on me!&lt;br /&gt;Am I weird? Am I weird to you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;err I don't know. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-6835197070462976622?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/6835197070462976622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/loveless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/6835197070462976622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/6835197070462976622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/loveless.html' title='Loveless.'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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-1020057437579075009.post-2708404867484940751</id><published>2011-04-03T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T05:25:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos &amp; Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>I don't even know why am I reopening this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at 4.50 am, can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour ago I was laying down trying to sleep, but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to listen to some songs, obviously emotional songs were the only options in the middle of the night like this, and it made me go all emo–of course.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;In 3 months, I'll be leaving Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It won't be forever for sure, but I don't know when I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, I really can't wait to go back to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I can't wait to meet my family–of course. I can't wait to meet Ichan. I can't wait to meet my friends. I can't wait to go on endless trips with them, eating food like there's no tomorrow, talking as if we haven't talk forever, endless giggling and laughing, and my favorite part, NOSTALGIA! :)&lt;br /&gt;However, i don't feel like leaving either. I love my college life, but it went by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of stuff I should be worrying, but I'm afraid if I keep on thinking about it, I might get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has start, will eventually end.&lt;br /&gt;My life is unpredictable. I never get to catch a glimpse of the future.&lt;br /&gt;It's always different than what it has been planned.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I liked it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English disgust me. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1020057437579075009-2708404867484940751?l=chapunx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/feeds/2708404867484940751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/hellos-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/2708404867484940751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1020057437579075009/posts/default/2708404867484940751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapunx.blogspot.com/2011/04/hellos-goodbyes.html' title='Hellos &amp; Goodbyes'/><author><name>chapunx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800217647240309766</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>
