Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world; like a star at dawn a bubble in a stream a flash of lightning in a summer cloud a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. All our history within us hides, In uncertain truths and willing lies. Precious memories stored side by side. Sometimes i feel as if i want to give up,want to break down. it is the hope that tomrrow may be better that forces me to get up each morning.

Monday, November 10, 2003. Hmm ive been wondering wat will happen after the exams been done? So much spare time about like 6 months. gonna be one hell of a vacation i wonder what everyone will be doin may b i might take up some kind of langauge lessons or a job cos i might have 2 pay my dad back sum acsh 4 a new phone i wanna get. Monday, November 03, 2003.