<?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-6857778</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:17:56.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i aint here anymore.</title><subtitle type='html'>Mr Wash's thoughts of the day..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-8508979045882842493</id><published>2007-05-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:03:04.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely thought and dreamt of you.&lt;br /&gt;its already been so long. a year odd i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but 4 years odd of journey. god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely ask for a simple little favour.&lt;br /&gt;a date, a dinner, a meal, a movie.&lt;br /&gt;thats all. before everything gets locked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well i doubt that would occur.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i wish.&lt;br /&gt;you're pretty much so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes this space is merely for me to type.&lt;br /&gt;to pour the sadness out eh.&lt;br /&gt;everything feels cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-8508979045882842493?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/8508979045882842493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/8508979045882842493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_04_29_archive.html#8508979045882842493' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-3154054858494305704</id><published>2007-04-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:19:21.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;graduation 13june.&lt;br /&gt;army listing 15june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where too?&lt;br /&gt;commando camp at pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;wee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-3154054858494305704?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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the past in to stir things up.&lt;br /&gt;den after that taking it away. or me rejecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you think its amusing? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i am like running a rat's race. trying to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell, i am breaking apart. all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;and all the people that have been affected by this.&lt;br /&gt;by this game. its not even a game.&lt;br /&gt;its harmful to everyone in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let nothing happen from here. now on.&lt;br /&gt;till things are really certain, firm and sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-1655078216324630425?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/1655078216324630425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/1655078216324630425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1655078216324630425' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-7006443563664973942</id><published>2007-03-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:55:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you see the face, the person that seems so strong.&lt;br /&gt;so alright. that every storm that comes.&lt;br /&gt;he takes it. and go through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;as there will be rainbow right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even this strong person has his soft side.&lt;br /&gt;the pain that he cant take.&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty that he faces.&lt;br /&gt;being clear, straight forward is the best.&lt;br /&gt;never leave things hanging and uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;it just kills you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont have an answer. make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;the most painful wound is not on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;but its deep within. it affects more den any other wounds.&lt;br /&gt;he is trying but he cant do it with such circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;its a journey where he cant do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;he needs support, assurance, acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just state it.&lt;br /&gt;so there is a direction to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-7006443563664973942?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/7006443563664973942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/7006443563664973942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#7006443563664973942' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-5640006119584956409</id><published>2007-03-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:39:33.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been awhile since graduation. or school ends.&lt;br /&gt;so busy with so many things. work here, work there.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for army. at times things feel so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i wonder. how nice it would be.&lt;br /&gt;if there was someone beside you. to hold. to hug.&lt;br /&gt;to share your thoughts and worries.&lt;br /&gt;that sort of moment just makes other problems go away.&lt;br /&gt;are you looking for something like that too?&lt;br /&gt;well, i am. and it just a journey till i can achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wonder why all these complications?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i have. asking as in generally.&lt;br /&gt;why cant life or things be straight forward and simple.&lt;br /&gt;well, if life is straight forward and simple, it wont be called life?&lt;br /&gt;but why has it got to be so complicated? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone point me in a direction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-5640006119584956409?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/5640006119584956409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/5640006119584956409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_03_18_archive.html#5640006119584956409' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-5636173191320593589</id><published>2007-03-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:12:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;is simply mere confusion.&lt;br /&gt;or rather lost. dunno where to go.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;plainly aimless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-5636173191320593589?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/5636173191320593589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/5636173191320593589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#5636173191320593589' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-4838242852975380488</id><published>2007-02-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:49:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confusion.&lt;br /&gt;mere confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-4838242852975380488?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/4838242852975380488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/4838242852975380488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_02_25_archive.html#4838242852975380488' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-117069622512556820</id><published>2007-02-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:23:45.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's coming to an end. graduation is near.&lt;br /&gt;army enlistment is near. and i got a freaking letter.&lt;br /&gt;for commando interview. how great. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;and i am missing school, classmates.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss all of them, the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this silent, windy night.&lt;br /&gt;i compose a song. so incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;so broken apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-117069622512556820?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/117069622512556820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/117069622512556820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#117069622512556820' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116991188256340362</id><published>2007-01-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:31:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, good morning, how ya do?&lt;br /&gt;What makes your rising sun so new?&lt;br /&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too&lt;br /&gt;All of my regrets are nothing new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the way&lt;br /&gt;that I say that I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You and&lt;br /&gt;You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how ya been?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could fall like that&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that I could hurt this bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You and&lt;br /&gt;You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the way&lt;br /&gt;that I say that I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;That I say I love You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;That I say I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only life was like a script. so i can write how i wish for it to be.&lt;br /&gt;wish for it to turn out. direct my own life.&lt;br /&gt;direct the sequence of things. and which angle to be shot at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116991188256340362?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116991188256340362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116991188256340362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#116991188256340362' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116940339181563650</id><published>2007-01-22T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:16:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2.11am. a sunday/monday morning. in the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i am in school. balls to it. thanks to mounting assignments.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to deadlines so early. and thanks to rushing of projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. interesting incidents?&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;play-ing games to chill? nah.&lt;br /&gt;pull-ing pull-ups? nah.&lt;br /&gt;see-ing sex change pics? nah.&lt;br /&gt;pee-ing in block 56 pond? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;lol. and many more which should not be disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at last! i found a good place/lobang for the longest desire of things.&lt;br /&gt;but it by appointment only. hmm. hmm. probably about $200 odd?&lt;br /&gt;greek word. nice ink. good reputation. arab street. tattoo. okay.&lt;br /&gt;very soon. very soon. thanks for the contact and fen for providing info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random entry to kill time before work begin again.&lt;br /&gt;cheers to late night in school. probably not go home and attend class tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. all 8 of us will have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116940339181563650?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116940339181563650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116940339181563650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#116940339181563650' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116894962603984080</id><published>2007-01-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:13:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 fucking assignments in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;endless days in school, late nights at home.&lt;br /&gt;dark rings to decorate the eyes. smokes to fill the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every journey seems endless, the falling night with rain fills my mind.&lt;br /&gt;the old thoughts of you still remain while i wish they wont.&lt;br /&gt;too many things to do and nothing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;trying to put you aside leads to mounting stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work schedule to top things off. 2 jobs. 3 times a week, meet clients in each week.&lt;br /&gt;to kill myself with all these is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;each step i take just leave a shadow behind.&lt;br /&gt;wanting things to haunt me simply is the key of my life.&lt;br /&gt;smokes, drinks, blood shed, tattoo pieces is all the new goals. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the darkside of life. wee!&lt;br /&gt;may the crazy thoughts in life and wonderful sin be a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are wondering, wtf am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;just some shit to include that my fucking laptop die-ed on me.&lt;br /&gt;during the midst of assignment. screwed! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to bitching bout life. life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116894962603984080?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116894962603984080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116894962603984080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_01_14_archive.html#116894962603984080' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116844240322214243</id><published>2007-01-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:20:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its rather sad to be all busy. school. school. assignments. work.&lt;br /&gt;and that just takes it all away. den comes the thought of graduation.&lt;br /&gt;thats worst. 7 more weeks. den soon its good bye poly and. and.&lt;br /&gt;hello army. wee. what else can i ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste a whole 2 years away when i could be in uni.&lt;br /&gt;spending that time. and by the time i am out of army.&lt;br /&gt;24. gosh. after uni. 28. gosh! i feel old already. but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being home late and all is sad enough and i dont get to spend time.&lt;br /&gt;with granny and family. plus granny's getting old.&lt;br /&gt;and i am getting scared. sighs. the what if. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;at times i miss granny. lol. remembering the kindergarden days.&lt;br /&gt;the early primary school days. fetching me back from school.&lt;br /&gt;carrying my bag. buying ti gam for me. lol. old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's all so unpredictable. so. vague at times.&lt;br /&gt;which is so general and unclear. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;i miss granny. not that she's gone. just miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116844240322214243?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116844240322214243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116844240322214243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116844240322214243' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116810328988720081</id><published>2007-01-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:08:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;came across something while doing some work.&lt;br /&gt;and yah. a pretty nice chorus of a song.&lt;br /&gt;and means quite a long too.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i look in your eyes i still go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, my heart just can't hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that old feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way deep down inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know when i look in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116810328988720081?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116810328988720081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116810328988720081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116810328988720081' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116736622888502390</id><published>2006-12-29T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:23:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. totally time is what i wish i had more off. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;first was teens camp (church) and 5 sweet days of my holidays was gone.&lt;br /&gt;den right after was christmas caroling.&lt;br /&gt;after christmas caroling was back to the daily routine of life and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;why the heck do you get assignments during term break?&lt;br /&gt;damn. school is really boring i say. but well.&lt;br /&gt;8 more weeks and i am gone. so its the last leg as people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now routine for these few days. wake up.&lt;br /&gt;coffee by the comp. drink coffee, do assignment.&lt;br /&gt;rest. drink coffee. do assignment. naturally some smoke breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody weather aint helping. i so need to get out of the daze mood.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time with pouring weather came throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, 1am in the morning. drizzling rain on the road.&lt;br /&gt;in the car, music blasting. 120km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;den it came, one glance. one embrace. your image appear.&lt;br /&gt;den when it ends, you're just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116736622888502390?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116736622888502390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116736622888502390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_12_24_archive.html#116736622888502390' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116582899478825484</id><published>2006-12-11T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:23:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>each day is a new start. a new start where all will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;i wave to the past as the past is past.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to the new things coming. i look forward.&lt;br /&gt;to be tired. to be stressed. to go and be how things will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116582899478825484?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116582899478825484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116582899478825484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_12_10_archive.html#116582899478825484' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116482086152108628</id><published>2006-11-30T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:21:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the night grew dark, the stars never came out.&lt;br /&gt;the surrounding became cold and quite.&lt;br /&gt;the music played and filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;each word became so clear.&lt;br /&gt;every thought, every look at the past so clear.&lt;br /&gt;as clear as the reflection of your face in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;when could i gather it all and put it behind.&lt;br /&gt;when could i say its really alright and walk on with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;no more down cast face. no more tears. no more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to break free from such pain.&lt;br /&gt;such lies of being alright but at times i look through our things.&lt;br /&gt;every little thing brought me back. every little thought killed me.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could run and never head back. just go forward.&lt;br /&gt;but there is this force that keeps pulling me back.&lt;br /&gt;why? even that little bit of hope change so many things.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do. i really dont. i am leading a lie.&lt;br /&gt;i am. trying to tire myself. so i can forget. can let go.&lt;br /&gt;but till now, i still, i still cant. i miss your presence.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hugging you. i miss holding you hand.&lt;br /&gt;i miss having you near. i miss you smiling. i miss your voice.&lt;br /&gt;so many things yet all is so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there could be 1 chance to change everything.&lt;br /&gt;i would want to love you more. i would want to.&lt;br /&gt;remove all the mistakes. and never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;never drift away. and make everything possible.&lt;br /&gt;everything go right. why did God do this to us.&lt;br /&gt;bring us together and let us go. and so far away from eachother.&lt;br /&gt;its as good as, losing half of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song kinda made everything come out.&lt;br /&gt;all the words that was placed. being so unsettled is.&lt;br /&gt;never good. but well, my dear girl. if you ever pondered over this.&lt;br /&gt;i want to say. i do miss you still. i do love you still. and take care.&lt;br /&gt;and goodbye. i will be always there when you need me. i.&lt;br /&gt;i say goodbye once again. cause i can never have you near again.&lt;br /&gt;i do wish for that to happen. i do wish. take care girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch you move, across the moonlit room&lt;br /&gt;There's so much tenderness in your loving&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I must leave, the dawn knows no reprieve&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength when I am leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your hands to heaven and pray&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move to embrace, tears run down your face&lt;br /&gt;I whisper words of love, so softly&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Without your touch, life will be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your hands to heaven and pray&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has come, another day&lt;br /&gt;I must pack my bags and say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...     &lt;!--ub:- 1-1 --&gt;&lt;!-- Casale Media 2005 (C) --&gt;&lt;!-- Ad Format: Medium Rectangle --&gt;&lt;!-- Domain(s): lyricsdownload.com, wonderlyrics.com --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>each day, each night is a long and winding journey.&lt;br /&gt;waking up to head to school, from school heading to work.&lt;br /&gt;from work heading to home and home to the bed where it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the life that i want to lead? is this the way things are gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;its true that you aint around anymore but life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;my body, my mind, everything is tired and down and done.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i ask God if he would just take me away. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is life so tough? why is there so many things a person wish to accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;a stable life? a good career? or just having fun? whats our main purpose here?&lt;br /&gt;is it really God? is it really to satisfy our own desires? or just to live and die when the day comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 jobs and school is good enough to kill me, to take me away from myself.&lt;br /&gt;my family, frens and all that is around. why are you doing this. why.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows the answer, i dont even know it myself. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk out the door, seeing your picture.&lt;br /&gt;i walk back in and i see you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;each day is just a journey for everything to be erased.&lt;br /&gt;if only we could hold on to this once again.&lt;br /&gt;just like how it was done before.&lt;br /&gt;everything that you are, everything i am.&lt;br /&gt;it has all been given to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116425160638884656?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116425160638884656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116425160638884656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html#116425160638884656' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116349937455072190</id><published>2006-11-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:16:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone, this is a very important message.&lt;br /&gt;your dear blogger, jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;have been warded to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notices will be placed to keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;br /&gt;Lionel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116349937455072190?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116349937455072190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116349937455072190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_11_12_archive.html#116349937455072190' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116305073207672998</id><published>2006-11-09T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:38:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it goes like this once again. another thought for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far you are. no matter how you run.&lt;br /&gt;i always want you close. always want you back.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how you are. i dont know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of us on my shelf. i never fail to look at it before i leave home.&lt;br /&gt;never fail to look at it when i am back home.&lt;br /&gt;could you tell me if things could be right. right once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you back. would you come back home.&lt;br /&gt;come back to this hand. this heart that is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;would you? would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont run anymore. dont be far anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116305073207672998?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116305073207672998'/><link rel='self' 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picture.&lt;br /&gt;the images of the times, the moments spent.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see how things have been even.&lt;br /&gt;even things have been like this for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could there even be a way to turn things around.&lt;br /&gt;to start all over again. like a restart button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just few regrets in life. at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;that i made stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;and i love you so much just that i wish i love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;till today. i miss you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could hug you. to have you close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care my little girl. my baby.&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116274168560653362?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116274168560653362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116274168560653362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116274168560653362' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116187655292784269</id><published>2006-10-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:29:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a while i must say. everything is pretty dark.&lt;br /&gt;a dark room. a dark vision.  all so blur and unclear.&lt;br /&gt;things are just hazy. just out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything now is base on the word. if only. if only.&lt;br /&gt;why cant matters be simplified.&lt;br /&gt;2 jobs.  assignments. deadlines. family. self.&lt;br /&gt;things just pass by you so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;no time to stop or even take a longer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move. move. move. thats all is happening.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could lie down and dream about you.&lt;br /&gt;and have you right by my side. like how.&lt;br /&gt;how we use too. so often. the smell of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand. hugging you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116187655292784269?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116187655292784269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116187655292784269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116187655292784269' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116114621816712556</id><published>2006-10-18T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:36:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4years. moments that went thru were always recalled.&lt;br /&gt;places we went. things we did. times we spent.&lt;br /&gt;right now keeping oneself busy is what is best.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing how things would be but just a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have a holiday now. sigh. school is alright.&lt;br /&gt;just holiday from all this busy things i got to do.&lt;br /&gt;my body is breaking up, so breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;infections here and there, bones aching and rising heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish time could stop, let me finish all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;den let time carry on again. mayb all this could be good.&lt;br /&gt;who really know. back to work again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116114621816712556?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116114621816712556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116114621816712556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_10_15_archive.html#116114621816712556' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-116072433795122055</id><published>2006-10-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:25:37.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this entry is for you. to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been far, way too far. to say i dont think about you, miss you.&lt;br /&gt;is just a lie. a compulsive liar is probably it cause i try to deny the fact.&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts though it has been real long till it seems only like.&lt;br /&gt;like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home isnt home, its just a hotel. i want to stay out, be out.&lt;br /&gt;but at times, time stop. i look around and think. i dont feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;all i see is myself there. friends can only occupy a certain part of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;the rest is that someone to fill it up, no wonder there is always a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wall have been brought up higher now. people indulge in sin.&lt;br /&gt;drinks, money, materialism, smokes, fun, the world.&lt;br /&gt;i say i miss you, i say i really do. but do you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;do you ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only all this can end when i wish for it. probably god will take my life away.&lt;br /&gt;who knows. take care and yes i do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i do tink about you. is there anything else that can be done?&lt;br /&gt;is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-116072433795122055?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116072433795122055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/116072433795122055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116072433795122055' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115972187121593960</id><published>2006-10-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:57:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong.. the weather is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;i totally miss the weather in china..&lt;br /&gt;like really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish time could stop so i can just rest..&lt;br /&gt;work.. work.. course.. course.. school.. school..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i survive all these..&lt;br /&gt;2 jobs.. 1 school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is calm.. my mind dead cause i am spacing out..&lt;br /&gt;and work at big O is alright.. "i deserve a pay raise.."&lt;br /&gt;and i have to do a roadshow like soon for my other job..&lt;br /&gt;"hello, i am jonathan, a financial advisor.." well..&lt;br /&gt;that sounds pretty awesome doesnt it.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. now.. what is in stored for you.. nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why life is so predictable and unpredictable..&lt;br /&gt;you dont see the direction that you are heading..&lt;br /&gt;all is always vague and unclear.. a moment..&lt;br /&gt;things were like mega high.. next.. it drops like hell..&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry.. drinks and smokes are the next best thing..&lt;br /&gt;get high and wasted.. aint that great.. but i never had that chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights with vrooming cars.. big exhause.. neon lights..&lt;br /&gt;booming music.. quiet streets and flashy cars..&lt;br /&gt;thats the night scene around me.. sure you wish to go at fast speed..&lt;br /&gt;would 150km/hr be cool?. well.. how about faster?.&lt;br /&gt;say.. 170km/hr.. yah.. i sure hit that for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;but well.. you cant race much around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. something is wrong with me.. hmm.. a screwed mind as always..&lt;br /&gt;a person's life is always rocky.. when den could it be like still waters..&lt;br /&gt;when you die of cause.. when you die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115972187121593960?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115972187121593960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115972187121593960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115972187121593960' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115847479551387944</id><published>2006-09-17T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:33:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 days away from home.. i wish it was abit longer..&lt;br /&gt;apart from visiting places.. industry companies and etc..&lt;br /&gt;there were shopping.. gossping.. facialing.. and time spent with frens..&lt;br /&gt;and others around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip settled everything.. my mind.. my heart..&lt;br /&gt;and i have set my goal.. to what i want to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;all those words said will remain true..&lt;br /&gt;with all i can.. i will try my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assurance.. security once found..&lt;br /&gt;with the knowledge of the situation..&lt;br /&gt;still i will work towards it.. cause..&lt;br /&gt;to bring you assurance.. happiness.. and all that i can provide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115847479551387944?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115847479551387944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115847479551387944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115847479551387944' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115781644403745245</id><published>2006-09-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:40:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday.. i celebrated my 21st.. people came..&lt;br /&gt;frens.. schoolmates.. church.. relatives..&lt;br /&gt;you see people that you know..&lt;br /&gt;and there i wish to see that 1 figure.. but..&lt;br /&gt;she din turn up.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks were a yes yes and to my class..&lt;br /&gt;we drank and the promises..&lt;br /&gt;to the last sem which i will not screw..&lt;br /&gt;cuz i screwed 2 sems already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though SP puked.. we clean you up..&lt;br /&gt;and take care of you.. no worries about that..&lt;br /&gt;and dun feel sorry.. we are cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank everyone for coming.. i know my speech..&lt;br /&gt;was abit screwed.. i wanted to say a number of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. thanks to my family for their support. though i screwed up at times.&lt;br /&gt;2. thanks to my frens who are present and seeing everyone there just says it all.&lt;br /&gt;i almost. almost teared but nah. try harder.&lt;br /&gt;3. to her. i thank you for everything. for the journey you brought me thru.&lt;br /&gt;the joy and happiness. its always kept. always.&lt;br /&gt;4. to granny. i love you granny. though i am a stubborn "ah boy". i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i will do ask you say when you wish me. study hard. work hard. do well in my future.&lt;br /&gt;5. and sorry for all the mistakes i made in life.&lt;br /&gt;6. and everyone who came. thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i am going now.. leaving on a jetplane..&lt;br /&gt;when will i be back.. soon.. but i hope that soon wont happen..&lt;br /&gt;"be careful of what you wish for"..&lt;br /&gt;well.. i just need time away from home.. to reflect and straighten things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone for good.. for sometime..&lt;br /&gt;i am missing you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115781644403745245?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115781644403745245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115781644403745245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115781644403745245' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115763555313023580</id><published>2006-09-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:25:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSA (Prudential Sales Academy)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place where you learn stuffs about prudential..&lt;br /&gt;but wait.. thats not the point why i am blogging..&lt;br /&gt;well.. its mainly about this guy.. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;" aka G-Man..&lt;br /&gt;and please note.. thats his real name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. days just past by without much notice till this day..&lt;br /&gt;you see Gary going around different girls.. and please note..&lt;br /&gt;he aint handsome.. nor good in talking but damn..&lt;br /&gt;he opens up like no bodies business to the girls..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. and within moments.. he gets their numbers..&lt;br /&gt;this is shitty balls.. all the guys in class.. or rather..&lt;br /&gt;guys from ELITES are shocked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.. there were once we were at NTUC and talking..&lt;br /&gt;den he talks abt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SKII&lt;/span&gt;.. like what fuck.. well. besides that..&lt;br /&gt;he says.. "i am a ladies man".. well.. its was like.. -_-"..&lt;br /&gt;and you are single.. *hmm*..&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.. thats not the point really.. over the past say..&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks.. he has gotten say.. 8 different girls numbers?.&lt;br /&gt;and let see.. what is his reasons..&lt;br /&gt;"oh.. to discuss about the things we learnt in class"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during every lunch break.. he is with a different girl..&lt;br /&gt;like WHAT FUCK!! and everyone just jokes about him..&lt;br /&gt;little devil horns he has.. you are wrong.. he has huge..&lt;br /&gt;i repeat.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE DEVIL HORNS&lt;/span&gt;.. and.. dont see he blur blur..&lt;br /&gt;he preys on GIRLS.. like.. motherly hell.. and i bet..&lt;br /&gt;he has a ulterior motive.. to.. "rub the table with 2 fingers"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on they way home at the train station.. we were around talking..&lt;br /&gt;den came up 2 girls from our class.. which we dont know at all..&lt;br /&gt;and the next moment.. woot.. "G-Man" is on the move..&lt;br /&gt;i repeat.. "G-Man on the move".. prey detected..&lt;br /&gt;and he does it so naturally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i remember..&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys told me.. you know how he introduce himself..&lt;br /&gt;like his pick up line.. he sits infront of them.. so after awhile..&lt;br /&gt;he turns back.. "Hi, I'm Gary. What's yours."..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like FUCKING HELL&lt;/span&gt;!! i tell you.. he got the ultimate moves man..&lt;br /&gt;everyone in class seems to agree.. his horns are growing bigger and bigger each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he says.. "I got the touch.." damn.. picture this.. a guy in specs..&lt;br /&gt;wont say nerdy.. but along the line.. blur.. and a pro at picking up girls..&lt;br /&gt;wah.. amazing right.. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days at SPC.. Singapore Post Centre..&lt;br /&gt;well.. jokes and laughs crack the day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115763555313023580?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115763555313023580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115763555313023580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115763555313023580' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115616993649238675</id><published>2006-08-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:18:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am trying. to kick it off. this bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;but its tough. i am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel. the same. worst. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost. empty. that space in me is there.&lt;br /&gt;i feel it. so so bad. i keep dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;i. i. take shots to reduce the pain.&lt;br /&gt;i inhale to exhale it all out. but.&lt;br /&gt;i use pain to cover pain.&lt;br /&gt;i am all broken up. i miss the days.&lt;br /&gt;the time when everything around stops.&lt;br /&gt;just for us. that eyes. that scent of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;that voice and hand that i always want to hold on too.&lt;br /&gt;the shoulders that always supports your head on rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am just irritating you each time i try.&lt;br /&gt;each call you hang up. i get hit.&lt;br /&gt;you have people around you that cares and love you.&lt;br /&gt;friends. family. me. but i shuld be away.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to make you sad. i want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;that smile on your face with you always have.&lt;br /&gt;the bouncy you that you always are.&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember the look you have when you want to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;but with a cute expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always what i want for you but not thinkin about what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have been selfish. been an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i still love you. i admit i still am waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;well. i know you just want to be alone. with frens.&lt;br /&gt;i. i. understand. and yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say. is take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and know people cares for you. they still do and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you read this. i just hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. i always have and always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115616993649238675?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115616993649238675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115616993649238675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115616993649238675' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115601161053285806</id><published>2006-08-20T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:20:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sat up looking at our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i look at the wall with writings.&lt;br /&gt;memories of times we had.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you been and if those days.&lt;br /&gt;could be back again.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i keep trying no matter how much i fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could be back together.&lt;br /&gt;all i ask is this chance.&lt;br /&gt;all is in your hands and i really wish.&lt;br /&gt;really wish i can know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;i pop messages to see how you have been.&lt;br /&gt;and well. thats where it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day i hold on tighter.&lt;br /&gt;i cant let go at all and i know i never will.&lt;br /&gt;cuz its only you who could fit in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;remember that you are half of me.&lt;br /&gt;and you are the only one that makes me whole.&lt;br /&gt;will you come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;i just want things to get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;as i promise you the day i said i will change.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i am always here.&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for you. still waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115601161053285806?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115601161053285806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115601161053285806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115601161053285806' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115540859916049418</id><published>2006-08-13T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:49:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times we just sit and watch time pass us by..&lt;br /&gt;over time we look back and regret at certain things that we did..&lt;br /&gt;and wish we could have done it otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is pretty simple.. you make choices.. and you dont look back..&lt;br /&gt;but is it that simple?. if it is.. den why do i keep looking back..&lt;br /&gt;if death came and took us.. could we ask God..&lt;br /&gt;will you give me a second chance.. to make things right all over..&lt;br /&gt;start right from where we wanted.. or go back to the times we wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make mistakes.. and everyday.. someone live to regret their choices..&lt;br /&gt;so far in my life.. regrets i have.. so many that i dont know where to start..&lt;br /&gt;all i know that this heart remains where it started..&lt;br /&gt;when it fell for you.. and till this day.. it remains the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it remains the same..&lt;br /&gt;baby.. i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115540859916049418?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115540859916049418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115540859916049418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115540859916049418' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115449676311531354</id><published>2006-08-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:32:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strangely i tear once again.. a re-lapse has occur another time..&lt;br /&gt;and each time i would look through that little box with things in it..&lt;br /&gt;photos.. notes.. drawings.. your hair bands and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me why i am like this.. i would just say i cant let go..&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you.. and how i wish things could fall back nicely as it was..&lt;br /&gt;well.. just hope you are well.. happy with the company you have around you..&lt;br /&gt;and they light up your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just at the pits again.. slowly.. climbing up.. but occasionally..&lt;br /&gt;i slip.. just like how i am drifting away once again.. drifting away from God..&lt;br /&gt;drifting away from life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115449676311531354?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115449676311531354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115449676311531354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115449676311531354' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115389914152965659</id><published>2006-07-26T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:32:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its your birthday today..&lt;br /&gt;so here i am wishing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 17th birthday girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need not thank me for everything that i have done..&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank you too.. for everything..&lt;br /&gt;everything that you done.. time spent..&lt;br /&gt;in this life time i will never forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would still say.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take lots of care..&lt;br /&gt;holding you close inside me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115389914152965659?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115389914152965659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115389914152965659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115389914152965659' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115354079014889786</id><published>2006-07-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:59:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how would someone.. be able to let someone so important in your life go..&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be a painful?. wouldn't it hurt things between 2 person?.&lt;br /&gt;i merely want things to be well.. i want to reach out to you..&lt;br /&gt;i dont want things to go bad at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of a song that says abit about things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i say might give you stress.. or pressure..&lt;br /&gt;but i never meant it that way.. i just want to express how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;still holding you close to my heart.. still..&lt;br /&gt;have never let you go at all.. never..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115354079014889786?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115354079014889786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115354079014889786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115354079014889786' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115263896968438861</id><published>2006-07-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:29:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why.. but tears are filling up my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;its just the day when i miss you.. the days when i tink abt you..&lt;br /&gt;you have always been on my mind.. thoughts of you..&lt;br /&gt;i look through some pictures.. some notes..&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many thoughts.. so many questions..&lt;br /&gt;i question myself.. when.. how..&lt;br /&gt;would it be possible.. i.. i want you back still..&lt;br /&gt;but.. i know you dont want too..&lt;br /&gt;things just aint right.. baby..&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you are fine.. i am worried abt you..&lt;br /&gt;how have you been.. how have things been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping next to you..&lt;br /&gt;having you around.. sending you home on the bus..&lt;br /&gt;listening to you talk.. and show the face that..&lt;br /&gt;you are happy.. and throwing your temper..&lt;br /&gt;i.. i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you still..&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115263896968438861?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a question.. have you ever miss someone..&lt;br /&gt;till tears just rolled off your eyes?.&lt;br /&gt;or that you look thru some stuffs and memories comes back..&lt;br /&gt;and you just dwell in that moment..&lt;br /&gt;and in all that you have.. or the strength of your heart..&lt;br /&gt;you pray and wish things would go for the better?.&lt;br /&gt;missing someone is unpreventable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what greatness.. a fever and flu came..&lt;br /&gt;a high fever.. a non stop flu..&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wasted lost of tissue paper..&lt;br /&gt;probably a whole basket full..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to leave this place soon.. to get away..&lt;br /&gt;but with who.. no one.. i hope with someone..&lt;br /&gt;but that.. *just leave it there jon..*&lt;br /&gt;panadol for the mind.. here i come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115193745023910310?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115193745023910310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115193745023910310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_07_02_archive.html#115193745023910310' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115164519716250160</id><published>2006-06-30T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:26:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blank.. seeing nothing much.. only the view of some captivating moments in my head..&lt;br /&gt;around me time just stop.. and everything doesnt seem to work out..&lt;br /&gt;or rather sitting alone.. and i looked upon some pictures which remind me..&lt;br /&gt;of.. of.. time or moment spent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tear rolled down.. in the background.. the piano rings..&lt;br /&gt;every flash back becomes crystal clear..&lt;br /&gt;every image so real.. the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;" is always in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you do.. you just walk that path.. that path that seems so dark..&lt;br /&gt;light doesnt seem to be there.. but what we have to do..&lt;br /&gt;walk that path.. and hope that at the end of the road..&lt;br /&gt;what we wish and hope for is there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i have run the race and done my best.. for its your face that i long to see.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115164519716250160?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115164519716250160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115164519716250160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115164519716250160' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115148403465273627</id><published>2006-06-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:40:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the muscle aches. the bone hurts.&lt;br /&gt;the skin is tearing apart.&lt;br /&gt;eyes cant keep closing.&lt;br /&gt;dark bags are all around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;to school. to work. to gym.&lt;br /&gt;to finish my final year project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazing around. floating around.&lt;br /&gt;the body cant work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the flesh is leaving. the soul is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115148403465273627?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115148403465273627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115148403465273627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115148403465273627' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115090792146365397</id><published>2006-06-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:38:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see what is there to say.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i would describe that time isnt on my side..&lt;br /&gt;presently busy with school.. work.. and other things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 july deadline for project.. after 2 weeks for documentation..&lt;br /&gt;den presentation.. and after that holidays i suppose?. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after school been heading down to work.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;lifeless.. been a chore or some kind.. school.. work.. school.. work..&lt;br /&gt;its like monday and wednesday.. school.. gym..&lt;br /&gt;rest of the days.. school.. work.. apparently lifeless.. lifeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month got to take my finanical examination..&lt;br /&gt;if you dont have a clue.. its to become a finanical advisor..&lt;br /&gt;3 test.. and have to do it in 1 mth or before my bdae..&lt;br /&gt;sadness.. so can be commission under the company when i am 21..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys ask me how am i or hows life.. i would tell you.. like that..&lt;br /&gt;and this weekend got to go indonesia.. for mission trip..&lt;br /&gt;and got to prepare things.. songs.. games for the program..&lt;br /&gt;and i am as tired as i can be.. been resting around 4plus 5 daily..&lt;br /&gt;waking at 10plus.. drain.. drain.. drain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things have been like that.. i really dont know how to say..&lt;br /&gt;but i am just dreaming at times.. in my own world with my own thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;and supposing things will just take its place at its own time..&lt;br /&gt;no urgency for anything lately.. thats how things are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly.. hope you been resting well and coping with school..&lt;br /&gt;beside you are working eh.. you got to take care and rest well..&lt;br /&gt;always tired yah.. see you around i suppose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115090792146365397?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115090792146365397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115090792146365397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115090792146365397' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115047638240441982</id><published>2006-06-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:46:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17 of every month like today.. 17/06/06..&lt;br /&gt;a special day in the calendar.. or i would say..&lt;br /&gt;every 17 of the month is a special day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now am home alone.. abandon kid..&lt;br /&gt;nah.. just that my whole family is at my sis's place..&lt;br /&gt;den the quietness reminds me of the times when she was over..&lt;br /&gt;just spending time.. lingering on those moments..&lt;br /&gt;or rather wishing for such times to happen again..&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile with joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her so bad.. real real bad..&lt;br /&gt;hope you are well girl.. take lots of care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115047638240441982?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115047638240441982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115047638240441982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115047638240441982' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-115011656337369533</id><published>2006-06-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:49:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am working towards what i aim and plan too..&lt;br /&gt;to make things right..&lt;br /&gt;when the time is right.. all will be in place..&lt;br /&gt;knowing what shuld be done and putting my actions into it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the purpose of provision and knowing..&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the right of a good future..&lt;br /&gt;all in His hands and plan..&lt;br /&gt;that He guide us thru..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-115011656337369533?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115011656337369533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/115011656337369533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115011656337369533' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114960533360314921</id><published>2006-06-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:48:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the rain.. so nice when i pours.. its nice when you are under a shelther..&lt;br /&gt;its nice when you aint wet.. soak by the rain..&lt;br /&gt;today i learn how to marvel at the beauty of rain..&lt;br /&gt;you ask whats so nice about it?. i would say it calms me down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of that someone special..&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me the times we spent.. and it was God who place us together..&lt;br /&gt;and i realise.. she needs time to settled down with her stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;dun cope her up and just want to let her know..&lt;br /&gt;we have things to settle first.. not that i dont love you..&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be sure about things.. and God to give me the answer..&lt;br /&gt;and i am sure you want to settle down with your own things..&lt;br /&gt;how the future will be.. i leave it in God's hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take good care of yourself.. just remember..&lt;br /&gt;if you need someone to be there.. i will be..&lt;br /&gt;that shoulder to rest on.. that body and hands to hug and hold you..&lt;br /&gt;it will be.. for this is a promise that i made and will keep..&lt;br /&gt;i love you girl.. i aint leaving.. i am still holding on..&lt;br /&gt;i hope you still do.. i am just off to settle down..&lt;br /&gt;till the day.. if the day comes.. when the day you are back..&lt;br /&gt;i will be sure that i am ready.. all in God's time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you lots.. i miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;i really do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114960533360314921?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114960533360314921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114960533360314921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_06_04_archive.html#114960533360314921' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114949428529810649</id><published>2006-06-05T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:58:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no matter how things turn.. no matter what happens..&lt;br /&gt;i still know that i love you and i always will..&lt;br /&gt;i pray that things goes well..&lt;br /&gt;it may not be now.. but in the future it will..&lt;br /&gt;for.. i know.. inside my heart..&lt;br /&gt;i love you always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>on the way home.. on the bus.. some music was playing..&lt;br /&gt;and these words appeared on the tv mobile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why has..&lt;br /&gt;why has love..&lt;br /&gt;why has love got to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so complex..&lt;br /&gt;so demanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought.. love is pretty simple.. is just love..&lt;br /&gt;but its people who make it complex.. and we..&lt;br /&gt;can make it simple too.. i want it to be simple..&lt;br /&gt;the way how a loves his toy.. not letting it go..&lt;br /&gt;taking care of it.. cherishing it with everything he have..&lt;br /&gt;love cuz its just so simple.. cuz..&lt;br /&gt;i am loving you for who you are..&lt;br /&gt;the way i hold your hand.. brush your hair behind your ear..&lt;br /&gt;look into you eyes.. saying i love you..&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk.. the smile that you always have..&lt;br /&gt;the smell of your hair.. the hugs..&lt;br /&gt;the way we spend time together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nite always calls out your name in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;you are always in my mind.. i love you..&lt;br /&gt;i love you crystal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114926296933503594?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114926296933503594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114926296933503594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114926296933503594' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114914657993768951</id><published>2006-06-01T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:22:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing my project in school right now.. its raining..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought of you.. you probably would be busy in school..&lt;br /&gt;doing your project or having your lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you pretty much.. or i would say i miss you a whole lot..&lt;br /&gt;and i love you so much.. right now i cant do much..&lt;br /&gt;you need time alone.. for school and you are busy..&lt;br /&gt;my heart wun change.. cuz it only wants you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can ask is for God to lead us.. and all will be well..&lt;br /&gt;all will be well with you.. i love you girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114914657993768951?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114914657993768951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114914657993768951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114914657993768951' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114886552698345838</id><published>2006-05-29T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:18:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as dad sent me to school, he asked me how come din see crystal in church for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i said i dont know, cuz she's working and probably tired?&lt;br /&gt;but yah, everyone has been asking about her and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad also asked, still going out with her? i said i dunno dad.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i still am and i hope i still will be attached with her.&lt;br /&gt;but right now i cant do anything much, just let her be alone.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she has assignments and common tests which are near.&lt;br /&gt;and she probably is also still working, so pretty tiring for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God i ask of you to grant sufficient amount of rest to crystal.&lt;br /&gt;in your merciful ways, guide her through in the areas that you want.&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord. in Jesus name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114886552698345838?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114886552698345838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114886552698345838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114886552698345838' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114861415136416837</id><published>2006-05-26T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:29:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sorry that i aint strong enough.. tears just flow..&lt;br /&gt;i keep tinking about you.. i miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;every little thing reminds me of you..&lt;br /&gt;the days we spend.. the days when i listen to you..&lt;br /&gt;share your problems.. i.. i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need you so.. wasted.. totally wasted i am..&lt;br /&gt;emotions get me.. they just do.. i cant go on..&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine a life without you..&lt;br /&gt;everything that we have done.. the joys..&lt;br /&gt;the tears.. i want to be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;i really really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you girl..&lt;br /&gt;i love you and you only..&lt;br /&gt;my baby girl..&lt;br /&gt;my crystal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114861415136416837?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114861415136416837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114861415136416837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114861415136416837' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114857922751541952</id><published>2006-05-26T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:47:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daze.. the sky looks darker den usual.. everything around so slow..&lt;br /&gt;so quiet.. my head filled up with the beat of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;the days i spent you are always in my head..&lt;br /&gt;i just feel pain each time.. cuz i fear.. i worry..&lt;br /&gt;after what has happened.. very thing is uncertain..&lt;br /&gt;you too am unsure of things.. i just wish..&lt;br /&gt;i could have you around again.. i want to be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;to share the burden of your problems.. to listen to you..&lt;br /&gt;but right now.. i cant do any of that.. you are angry with me..&lt;br /&gt;and probably wun even want to see me or hear from me..&lt;br /&gt;you take care my love.. you are always my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god.. you watch over crystal as she spend her days..&lt;br /&gt;either in school.. work or even when she is out..&lt;br /&gt;cover her with your protection and lord.. you..&lt;br /&gt;let her know.. people are always there for me..&lt;br /&gt;i am always there for her.. let her rest well..&lt;br /&gt;and give her strength to spend her days ahead of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care girl.. my baby girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114857922751541952?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114857922751541952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114857922751541952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114857922751541952' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114843433535122712</id><published>2006-05-24T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:32:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it totally have started.. the phrase is "cold war"..&lt;br /&gt;even my dad talked to me this morning..&lt;br /&gt;he said.. why.. cold war with your mum arh..&lt;br /&gt;and i jus nodded away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint me alone.. she got to know herself..&lt;br /&gt;she keep doing such stuff and i just cant stand it..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. just gonna let it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just needing you here but you want to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;all i ask is you take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;will be here for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114843433535122712?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114843433535122712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114843433535122712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114843433535122712' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114822794418684361</id><published>2006-05-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:12:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has started all over again.. war.. cold war..&lt;br /&gt;silence in the house.. thats what will be happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you dont need to be unreasonable..&lt;br /&gt;2. you shuld give me the respect of my life..&lt;br /&gt;3. dont intrude into my life and comment abt it..&lt;br /&gt;4. you care the wrong way and it makes me pissed..&lt;br /&gt;5. i practically dislike your actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember.. you always say the wrong things..&lt;br /&gt;comment without tinking and you..&lt;br /&gt;just offend people.. your kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the chance to leave..&lt;br /&gt;to be alone.. away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114822794418684361?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114822794418684361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114822794418684361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114822794418684361' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114797822058641923</id><published>2006-05-19T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:50:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watch a movie called city of angels.. a old film..&lt;br /&gt;but it made me cry.. why?. cuz.. it takes abt..&lt;br /&gt;a fallen angel.. an angel who fell in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave up eternity.. for love.. for a girl..&lt;br /&gt;like in the first verse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give up forever to touch you..&lt;br /&gt;you are the closest to heaven that i'll ever be..&lt;br /&gt;in the film.. nicholas cage.. was the angel..&lt;br /&gt;he said 1 thing..&lt;br /&gt;1 touch of her hand..&lt;br /&gt;1 touch of her face..&lt;br /&gt;1 breathe of the smell of her hair..&lt;br /&gt;1 moment of being with her..&lt;br /&gt;1 look into her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;1 phrase.. just saying i love you..&lt;br /&gt;i would rather have all these..&lt;br /&gt;then eternity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i did add some in.. but it meant alot to me..&lt;br /&gt;i know i am foolish to give up eternity..&lt;br /&gt;but right now.. i rather have those 1 moments..&lt;br /&gt;those 1 things.. cause thats how important she is to me..&lt;br /&gt;she knows who she is.. she knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink back abt the moments we spend..&lt;br /&gt;the places we went.. the things we do..&lt;br /&gt;moments even though nothing was done..&lt;br /&gt;times when we cried and hugged..&lt;br /&gt;moments when we quarrelled..&lt;br /&gt;when we laughed.. we joke.. we hugged..&lt;br /&gt;we kissed.. moments when i just hold you..&lt;br /&gt;i just want all those back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i ask and pray.. that you watch over her..&lt;br /&gt;and take care of her and she do take care of herself..&lt;br /&gt;i love her lot.. you know how much i want this..&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris - Goo Goo Dolls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114797822058641923?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114797822058641923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114797822058641923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114797822058641923' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114796867268657434</id><published>2006-05-19T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:11:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i question you God.. i ask you questions..&lt;br /&gt;but you do not answer me.. i.. i..&lt;br /&gt;cant find or get my answers anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;you test my faith.. and trust.. my hope..&lt;br /&gt;you test them like how you test Job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give and take away..&lt;br /&gt;you have taken all that i need..&lt;br /&gt;all that i am.. taking away..&lt;br /&gt;something so important to me.. you know..&lt;br /&gt;that you will make me suffer.. and you..&lt;br /&gt;let it happen.. you let me go thru..&lt;br /&gt;all this pain.. all this pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give and take away..&lt;br /&gt;what do i say to you Lord..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. i feel far from you..&lt;br /&gt;have you left me..&lt;br /&gt;why do you take it away from me Lord..&lt;br /&gt;WHY!! why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114796867268657434?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114796867268657434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114796867268657434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114796867268657434' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114783541260527038</id><published>2006-05-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:10:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a special day.. a day that i would always remember..&lt;br /&gt;the 17th of every mth.. it has a special meaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you have a great day today girl..&lt;br /&gt;though i want to spend some time with you..&lt;br /&gt;but i know.. you dont want too.. take care of yourself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114783541260527038?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114783541260527038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114783541260527038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114783541260527038' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114776465788678899</id><published>2006-05-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:30:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days.. been kinda weird.. feeling weird..&lt;br /&gt;at the point of time when you dont really know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;stuck at the moment of time but.. all i know that is possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply holding on.. faith.. trust.. hope..&lt;br /&gt;wishing all turn out well.. the heart is feeling unsettled..&lt;br /&gt;but for things to work out.. all is worth eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just missing you badly girl.. just want to spend some time with you..&lt;br /&gt;and you probably want to be alone.. away from me..&lt;br /&gt;hope that you take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;remember that i am always there.. when you need me..&lt;br /&gt;hugs.. missing you real bad girl.. my dear girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114776465788678899?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114776465788678899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114776465788678899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114776465788678899' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114745013465521769</id><published>2006-05-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:08:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home alone.. that pretty much says it all.. yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;i am home alone.. my family is away in hong kong..&lt;br /&gt;while i am in singapore.. and that aint just the thing..&lt;br /&gt;sick again.. yes.. AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down with flu.. bad throat.. and its all getting to me..&lt;br /&gt;now i realise that having my granny around is great..&lt;br /&gt;she cooks porridge for me.. ask me i want to eat or not..&lt;br /&gt;now.. i need to settle my whole meals which i dont..&lt;br /&gt;just see whats home den eat.. aint a cooking person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time that my whole family is away..&lt;br /&gt;and here i am alone.. it just feels very weird..&lt;br /&gt;always this thought on my mind.. wishing..&lt;br /&gt;that she would be here.. but she's busy..&lt;br /&gt;and she needs her rest.. and yah.. thats how things are..&lt;br /&gt;just hope she rest well and dont fall ill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite den.. pretty much that..&lt;br /&gt;an unwell me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114745013465521769?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114745013465521769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114745013465521769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114745013465521769' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114736536013881372</id><published>2006-05-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:36:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now.. i sure remember the feeling of how it feels like puking..&lt;br /&gt;on a normal day after work and on the bus home..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly your mouth feels sourish and your stomach feels weird..&lt;br /&gt;breathing gets heavy and i know something was abt to happen..&lt;br /&gt;got off the bus and there you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukes.. damn.. and it happened twice.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;wonder wads the cause of it.. 3 mths due?. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. now something feels like its in my throat..&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach feels weird.. damn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114736536013881372?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114736536013881372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114736536013881372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114736536013881372' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114708539609816009</id><published>2006-05-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:49:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the door opened, i stepped into the same place everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i see the living room, up ahead is my room.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring my surrounding, into the room i went and the door closed behind me.&lt;br /&gt;the view of my window look out to the light blue sky and open sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home doesnt feel like home. it has become a place for food and lodging.&lt;br /&gt;everything aint what it use to be. everything closes in on you.&lt;br /&gt;voices throws over the rooms, loud voices, cries of my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;wun those just go away. i cant wait for them to go away.&lt;br /&gt;away for their holiday so i will be alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;12/05 - 15/05, looking forward to those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems always seem to occur. i cant run away from them.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to face them. stuck at the cross roads in life.&lt;br /&gt;i just need her with me right now. so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;my body aches with pain, my heart beat could be felt in my head.&lt;br /&gt;at any moment i probably would just collapse.&lt;br /&gt;the fever is always on and off, no doctor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more weeks to go till due date of my project.&lt;br /&gt;stress and i have other work to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;am i leading a life that i really want. what do i want.&lt;br /&gt;i just want things to be normal like how it was.&lt;br /&gt;dont stress me anymore! i try to excel with school to show you.&lt;br /&gt;to show you i am trying my best. yet you always say i aint doin enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to close up my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to threaten me with things.&lt;br /&gt;stop paying stuffs for me and all. fine den. dont pay.&lt;br /&gt;just leave it. i try to talk to you nicely abt matters yet.&lt;br /&gt;you raise your voice at me. is this called nicely? calmly?&lt;br /&gt;dont pressure me no more! i cant fucking take it!&lt;br /&gt;i have enough! dont make me really leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously will. i seriously will.&lt;br /&gt;i just need her here, her shoulder so i can cry without being.&lt;br /&gt;without being afraid. i fear of losing. losing. losing things i have.&lt;br /&gt;confide in who, no one to confide in at all.&lt;br /&gt;no one bothers. no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a messed up home, a messed up me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114708539609816009?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114708539609816009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114708539609816009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114708539609816009' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114705595995103466</id><published>2006-05-08T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:42:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the streets at time.. i see couples walking on the streets..&lt;br /&gt;i find it comforting when couples walk have each other..&lt;br /&gt;able to have that someone always there..&lt;br /&gt;that shoulder for her to lie on.. that hand for her to hold..&lt;br /&gt;letting her know that she will feel secure..&lt;br /&gt;as he is always around for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i tink back abt the times we spent.. and..&lt;br /&gt;wanting those times to come back again..&lt;br /&gt;just that right now.. i have to wait.. wait for time..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right time to come by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those bus trips that we had.. those moments..&lt;br /&gt;when we simply did nothing.. it was nice too..&lt;br /&gt;times when we went shopping and you always scolded me..&lt;br /&gt;saying you dont like to go shopping with me..&lt;br /&gt;and that i always complain abt the things you buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for those times to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;those time will only happen with you around..&lt;br /&gt;only with you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114705595995103466?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114705595995103466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114705595995103466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114705595995103466' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114693520248794554</id><published>2006-05-07T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:06:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories will never be memories..&lt;br /&gt;cause those moments spent with you..&lt;br /&gt;will just keep coming back..&lt;br /&gt;we will spend such moments over and over..&lt;br /&gt;cuz that would only happen with you around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about you you you.. oops.. a lil crazy right now..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. glad that things are pretty well..&lt;br /&gt;it feels well and hope it gets way better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114693520248794554?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114693520248794554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114693520248794554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114693520248794554' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114670560524327536</id><published>2006-05-04T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:31:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am very very sick now.. a bad throat.. a dripping nose..&lt;br /&gt;fever.. and an aching body.. totally aint great to be sick..&lt;br /&gt;rest is totally what i need.. 12 hours of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;and naps in the day.. totally great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for things that he have shown me..&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that things go smoothly and well..&lt;br /&gt;till the day that we are back together..&lt;br /&gt;till that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you a whole lot girl.. missing you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114670560524327536?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114670560524327536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114670560524327536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114670560524327536' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114640534911232947</id><published>2006-04-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:55:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amazing my dad's pretty nice today.. he brought a levis jeans for me..&lt;br /&gt;profit/benefit.. wadeva you call it.. probably because of the progress package..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway hurt my back.. fell on the basketball court..&lt;br /&gt;my back is aching like hell now.. what greatness to it..&lt;br /&gt;cant eat well.. restricted to soft food.. and now.. a hurting back..&lt;br /&gt;what more can a guy ask.. people around have been saying..&lt;br /&gt;you lost weight.. great.. real great.. how much more am i goin to lose..&lt;br /&gt;probably another few more kgs during the next month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday is the first appointment to wear my braces..&lt;br /&gt;and yes.. i have my first job.. okay.. not really first job..&lt;br /&gt;but a long term full time job.. if you all get it.. so yah..&lt;br /&gt;see how well things goes eh.. halfway there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamt of you for the past few days.. mayb cuz..&lt;br /&gt;been missing you and haven seen you around..&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for things to go well and let God guide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114640534911232947?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114640534911232947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114640534911232947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114640534911232947' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114605409261288697</id><published>2006-04-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:21:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept and woke up with the same dream.. or same scene..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. picture this alrite.. probably 5plus - 6plus..&lt;br /&gt;at the beach.. sitting down.. with a milkshake or ben and jerry's ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;looking at the horizon of the sea.. the sun setting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we were seated.. you lying on my shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;both of us enjoying the treats that we have..&lt;br /&gt;salt and vinegar.. ice cream.. soft drinks/drinks..&lt;br /&gt;mayb even chilled beer would be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the picnic map.. the breeze blowing against us..&lt;br /&gt;just calm and peace.. and enjoying the surrounding..&lt;br /&gt;only would do such things with you girl..&lt;br /&gt;yah.. i slept and woke up with this dream..&lt;br /&gt;a sweet dream.. the smile thats on your face..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114605409261288697?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114605409261288697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114605409261288697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605409261288697' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114584540731689610</id><published>2006-04-24T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:23:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my gum is swollen once again.. but yah.. cant depend on the painkillers..&lt;br /&gt;so stopped eating them.. and pray that i recover soon..&lt;br /&gt;cant stand my diet.. limit food that i can really eat.. damns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sitting down at home.. staring in space and tinking..&lt;br /&gt;realise somethings will really never change.. and they will never..&lt;br /&gt;missing her badly.. wonder how is she.. wonder if she is well..&lt;br /&gt;worried as she is starting school and that i just want to spend time with her..&lt;br /&gt;and dont want to make her angry in anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.. waiting and learning how to chill is what i got to do and am doing..&lt;br /&gt;my pronunciation aint that good right now.. due to the holes in the mouth..&lt;br /&gt;cant move my mouth to fast otherwise the wound will hurt..&lt;br /&gt;and yah.. pretty much just missing her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never stop loving her.. and i will always love her..&lt;br /&gt;faith.. trust.. hope.. love.. all in God's name..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114584540731689610?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114584540731689610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114584540731689610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114584540731689610' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114562719448638832</id><published>2006-04-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:46:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its killing me.. my diet changed to only yogurt, porridge, ice cream.. soft liquid food..&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. and i cant open my mouth so much.. it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;the pain killers are helping me get rid of the swelling pain around my gum..&lt;br /&gt;and staying home aint helping me recover.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is eating normal food while i have special diet..&lt;br /&gt;how sad is that lor.. sighs.. feel so sad.. suffering arh!! suffering..&lt;br /&gt;when will i recover.. sighs.. cant even talk properly..&lt;br /&gt;so uncomfortable.. argh!! cant stand it.. sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114562719448638832?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114562719448638832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114562719448638832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114562719448638832' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114545133806253973</id><published>2006-04-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:55:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did not do anything today.. din went out.. just stayed home..&lt;br /&gt;and it rain.. got woken up by mum's radio..&lt;br /&gt;it played.. How Great Is Our God - Chris Tomlin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah.. latest news.. my operation got brought forward..&lt;br /&gt;7.30am.. thats so early.. compared to 9am..&lt;br /&gt;and yah.. feeling nervous and worried..&lt;br /&gt;home bounded for awhile.. 2 weeks.. how cool is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite.. nothing much den.. covered with fear..&lt;br /&gt;covered with fear.. a fearful operation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114545133806253973?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114545133806253973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114545133806253973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114545133806253973' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114537502304828452</id><published>2006-04-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:43:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 apr.. operation..&lt;br /&gt;19 apr.. fast from 11pm onwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks down from 20 apr.. have to stay home..&lt;br /&gt;cant talk, advised by doctor..&lt;br /&gt;life sure gonna suck after my operation..&lt;br /&gt;guess tomolo is the last day i can enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. eat tim sum, soya bean curd, frog porridge from geylang.&lt;br /&gt;2. eat steak.&lt;br /&gt;3. eat some great burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. cant do it all in a day.. mayb i will.. tomolo it shall be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114537502304828452?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114537502304828452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114537502304828452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114537502304828452' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114528570917190807</id><published>2006-04-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:55:09.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marked the 17th mth..&lt;br /&gt;happy 17th mth girl.. though its abit weird..&lt;br /&gt;cuz we are on a time off.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;and i look back on the times we spend so far..&lt;br /&gt;all the sweet moments.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 more days left..&lt;br /&gt;till i go for my operation.. it feels like..&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much time already..&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days.. everything would be restricted..&lt;br /&gt;home bounded.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is missing something.. missing someone..&lt;br /&gt;why do time spend with you always end so fast..&lt;br /&gt;at times wish it could just stop.. just stop..&lt;br /&gt;guess right now i am feeling abit emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to spend more time with you..&lt;br /&gt;just spend more time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114528570917190807?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114528570917190807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114528570917190807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114528570917190807' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114511600019393699</id><published>2006-04-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:46:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up from my daze.. the play that my church had woke me up..&lt;br /&gt;4 times.. God word has spoke to me.. he told me his plans of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Right Thing, Wrong Time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace In The Storm.&lt;br /&gt;3. God Has A Plan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Full Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today that God is there and will be there.. i pray that you find him..&lt;br /&gt;in your time, building the relationship that you always wanted..&lt;br /&gt;he let me know that i will be waiting for you.. that i wun be letting go..&lt;br /&gt;and that i will learn to seek strength, hope, trust and faith in him..&lt;br /&gt;and also in you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for God is good, his love is never failing and he will guide us..&lt;br /&gt;for you are the one that i need.. till the time is right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114511600019393699?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114511600019393699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114511600019393699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114511600019393699' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114474305853347839</id><published>2006-04-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:10:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are somethings on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing her.. tinking abt her smile.. that brightens up everything..&lt;br /&gt;her small but warm hands that i always want to hold..&lt;br /&gt;the hugs that i am able to give her.. the time we went out..&lt;br /&gt;laughed.. talked abt crap.. her resting on my shoulder on bus rides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lying down on my bed and just look at her face..&lt;br /&gt;eye to eye.. and saying i love her.. from the bottom of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;i feel her in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying that things are well.. learning to relax..&lt;br /&gt;not to cope her up.. and taking things all easy and slow..&lt;br /&gt;memories that will always happen.. always will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to work now.. take care during work girl..&lt;br /&gt;see you soon.. and our date for the musical..&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114474305853347839?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114474305853347839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114474305853347839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114474305853347839' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114463537236571523</id><published>2006-04-10T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:16:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you miss someone.. you would want to contact that person..&lt;br /&gt;go out with that person and simply spend time..&lt;br /&gt;if the person is busy.. you try to be understanding..&lt;br /&gt;try to be sensitive towards the other party..&lt;br /&gt;but all you ask is to talk.. go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont want to add any pressure or stress..&lt;br /&gt;you try to guess whats on the person's mind..&lt;br /&gt;but its abit hard and tough to figure out..&lt;br /&gt;trying to contact the person but the person dont get back..&lt;br /&gt;mayb the person is just tired and want to rest..&lt;br /&gt;but all you ask if for the person to get back to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just miss her so much.. i try to control myself..&lt;br /&gt;trying not to contact her so often and all..&lt;br /&gt;but mayb what i am doing now is just wrong?.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish things are much better..&lt;br /&gt;or mayb i am just tinking way too much?.&lt;br /&gt;waiting is i what i have been doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl.. i seriously miss you..&lt;br /&gt;so so so bad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114463537236571523?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114463537236571523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114463537236571523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114463537236571523' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114423394219788856</id><published>2006-04-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:45:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at this point where thoughts and reflecting comes into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;you realise the wrong and mistakes that you have done..&lt;br /&gt;you wonder if its too late if you try to make things right..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. what i will do is make things right cuz nothing is ever too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl.. sorry for the mistakes that i have done and somehow i see the light..&lt;br /&gt;yah.. am learning how to relax and give you space.. know haven been good at that..&lt;br /&gt;but yes am doing what i can.. haha,. for a great future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will be our guide.. and lets walk towards him..&lt;br /&gt;we shall face this problems together.. all of it..&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114423394219788856?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114423394219788856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114423394219788856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114423394219788856' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114386172288077895</id><published>2006-04-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:22:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song kinda say part of how i feel..  and the song title kinda says it all..&lt;br /&gt;its by teddy geiger.. for you i will (confidence)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet&lt;br /&gt;As what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair&lt;br /&gt;round your finger&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;and cannon ball into the water&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I st-stutter&lt;br /&gt;From all of the clutter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like a water bed&lt;br /&gt;Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways&lt;br /&gt;a thousand times, no more camouflage&lt;br /&gt;I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;And cannon ball into the water&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to try&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could dim the lights in the mall&lt;br /&gt;And create a mood I would&lt;br /&gt;Shout out your name so it echos in every room&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'd do, That's what I'd do to get through to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;And cannon ball into the water&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to try&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;br /&gt;For you I will&lt;/p&gt;  the sound kinda says that whatever confidence that i can gather..&lt;br /&gt;doing it all for you.. cuz for you i will.. and girl..&lt;br /&gt;for you i will do everything that i can.. with the confidence i have..&lt;br /&gt;alrite.. goin to work soon.. missing you pretty much..&lt;br /&gt;but you do take care of yourself yah.. hope to see you around..&lt;br /&gt;hugs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114386172288077895?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114386172288077895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114386172288077895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114386172288077895' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114359519744092002</id><published>2006-03-29T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:19:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was doin my daily devotion when these few phrases/paragraph kinda spoke to me..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that it would be great that i could share..&lt;br /&gt;and you wun know that who reads it would be at peace and push on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the phrases which i highlighted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can seem heartless for God to take away some of the thing we&lt;br /&gt;so highly value in life. Relationships, health, employment and other&lt;br /&gt;treasured things can be swept away by the Father's loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;But when our hearts are broken, we can grow closer in intimacy&lt;br /&gt;with our Shepherd as he develops our character. That's a lesson&lt;br /&gt;that must be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be sober-minded; be watchful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeness brings us backto where we belong - close to God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah these are some phrases/paragraph that i thought was great..&lt;br /&gt;and it ringed to me that no matter what things you go thru..&lt;br /&gt;it leads us closer to God and things will be well..&lt;br /&gt;this is lke the second time God's word spoke to me.. so yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another weird thing was when i woke up this morning..&lt;br /&gt;my mum usually would listen to this christian radio channel..&lt;br /&gt;and it talked abt 1 Corinthians 13..&lt;br /&gt;about love and the most important part is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest is love.. doing things about love..&lt;br /&gt;so yup..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114359519744092002?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114359519744092002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114359519744092002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114359519744092002' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114336874274122435</id><published>2006-03-26T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:25:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>past few days been pretty okay.. finally got a job..&lt;br /&gt;part-time waiter/service crew at Big O..&lt;br /&gt;wheelock place.. and i am starting work this friday..&lt;br /&gt;cant wait actually.. finally got income to save..&lt;br /&gt;more money in a way.. but yah..&lt;br /&gt;also sure will spend time with you.. dun worry..&lt;br /&gt;will manage the time.. remember..&lt;br /&gt;snow city and west coast park yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days just pass by pretty slowly.. cuz most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;am just rotting at home.. if i am in school..&lt;br /&gt;aint much to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the play's rehearsal.. and just chilling around..&lt;br /&gt;many things that i wish to tell you.. over the phone..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. no rush.. just take care and rest well..&lt;br /&gt;you been working and need to catch up with your rest yah..&lt;br /&gt;shall see you soon.. along this week den..&lt;br /&gt;missing you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114336874274122435?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114336874274122435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114336874274122435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114336874274122435' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114312258995079485</id><published>2006-03-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:03:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. a fruitful day in a way.. went to find work..&lt;br /&gt;with a classmate.. deng hui.. den we had guys talk..&lt;br /&gt;haha,. like relationship and found out some interesting things..&lt;br /&gt;like if there are things you want to do for the girl..&lt;br /&gt;just do it.. dun consider if she angry or not?.&lt;br /&gt;or how the outcome would be?. do it from the heart..&lt;br /&gt;but dun do dumb things that is.. like when she angry..&lt;br /&gt;den go piss her more.. wrong wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us most prob will get our jobs.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. had a nice offer.. 1 for 1 trip to snow city..&lt;br /&gt;and girl always wanted to go.. so its like..&lt;br /&gt;great offer!! den also can bring her to west coast..&lt;br /&gt;she always wanted to go there.. but have to do it..&lt;br /&gt;before my op..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are really well.. feel very good..&lt;br /&gt;in love.. very much in love.. and yet..&lt;br /&gt;relax.. no stress.. good sign.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;loving you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114312258995079485?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114312258995079485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114312258995079485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114312258995079485' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114303991226799194</id><published>2006-03-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:05:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time spent with that special person.. was great.. wrong..&lt;br /&gt;not just great but simply beautiful.. the presence..&lt;br /&gt;of her.. having her around.. thats all what it needs..&lt;br /&gt;it does not matter where you go.. what you do..&lt;br /&gt;but who is with you.. and only one person can do that..&lt;br /&gt;its you girl.. you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont care about the surrounding.. you just look at the girl..&lt;br /&gt;you enjoy her company.. and i will just look at her face..&lt;br /&gt;and smile.. cuz moments like this are just very very sweet..&lt;br /&gt;that how things will be.. and it all will be fine..&lt;br /&gt;worries.. problems.. you put it behind.. and whenever you feel down..&lt;br /&gt;tink abt the nice times.. the funny moments.. the joyful occasions..&lt;br /&gt;that we spend.. and hope that it brightens up your day..&lt;br /&gt;and let you feel relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel stress?. tink abt the promise i made..&lt;br /&gt;and knowing i will keep it.. all cuz of having a wonderful future..&lt;br /&gt;that have been promised.. hugs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114303991226799194?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114303991226799194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with her..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. take things easy and chill..&lt;br /&gt;back to doing nothing in sch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114282226387224722?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114282226387224722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114282226387224722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114282226387224722' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114269904821370174</id><published>2006-03-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:24:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it might sound weird but i feel proud of what i am goin to post..&lt;br /&gt;alrite.. for those who do not know what is quiet time..&lt;br /&gt;erm.. how to put it.. its time spend reading God's word..&lt;br /&gt;and praying and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doin my QT (quiet time) and i read this verse/passage..&lt;br /&gt;the heading states.. "right thing, wrong time.."&lt;br /&gt;and it just came to me.. like what i am going thru now?.&lt;br /&gt;or trying to state something that previously happened in a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some of the things that the writer said was like..&lt;br /&gt;"delays shouldnt be viewed as disappointments but as preparation times.&lt;br /&gt;just because we cant do something when we want to do it doesnt&lt;br /&gt;necessarily mean God doesnt ultimately want us to do it. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;a vision is bigger that the opportunity. sometimes other things need&lt;br /&gt;to happen before the vision can be realized. sometimes we have to&lt;br /&gt;sit back and wait patiently - trusting God to line things up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perhaps the desires you have right now are from God, but the&lt;br /&gt;cirumstances arent right. dont try to make God's will happen.&lt;br /&gt;wait for his timing. allow him to set everything up just for the right,&lt;br /&gt;God-ordained moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 paragraphs which i took down and i tink i means a whole&lt;br /&gt;lot to me right now?. its like God is telling me.. to wait..&lt;br /&gt;learn to be patient and let him sort things out.. and when the time&lt;br /&gt;comes.. all will be good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal interpretation.. though i want to be with crystal badly..&lt;br /&gt;though there is this break.. these are like the cirumstances that&lt;br /&gt;have to happen before something great.. learn to wait..&lt;br /&gt;and let God take control and line things up for us.. and once..&lt;br /&gt;all is done.. when the moment is right.. all will fall into place..&lt;br /&gt;accordingly into God's plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you read this girl.. i very much want to share this with you..&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you are able to understand it too..&lt;br /&gt;and for all who find that the entry touch you.. i am glad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>today.. i made a decision.. or thoughts came thru..&lt;br /&gt;you want wads best for her.. you got to do it..&lt;br /&gt;not try.. and.. the things that she told you..&lt;br /&gt;take it seriously and i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the break has started.. how long.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;what will the outcome be.. i dont.. i leave it all in God's hands..&lt;br /&gt;when he thinks its right.. both are ready..&lt;br /&gt;or what he sees best.. he decides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to step out of the court right now.. and take a sit..&lt;br /&gt;i would be yours.. talk to you when you want..&lt;br /&gt;and not push you in any ways at all..&lt;br /&gt;i said too much to you.. to much words..&lt;br /&gt;and actions will come in now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i will be there.. you know i will wait..&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you and will not leave..&lt;br /&gt;and its time i give you the space and time..&lt;br /&gt;love is patient.. not selfish.. and its understanding..&lt;br /&gt;so here i wish that you do take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;and dun feel so pressured and stress as things..&lt;br /&gt;is set and will be fine.. so relax alrite?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint saying goodbye.. but i will see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;US will be soon if God permits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care dear.. this is the last time i would call you dear..&lt;br /&gt;here i give you my warmest hug i could ever give..&lt;br /&gt;hope you feel it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are always in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;HUGS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114260845635554766?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114260845635554766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114260845635554766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114260845635554766' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114251777643962070</id><published>2006-03-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:02:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope that you see this dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remember to do your quiet time..&lt;br /&gt;pray to God and submit all your troubles to him..&lt;br /&gt;for i have done that.. and wish you have too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read his word and understand what he wants to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;and in him.. things work out well..&lt;br /&gt;for he knows best.. and let his will be done in US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do take care of yourself.. and the stormy clouds..&lt;br /&gt;will go away soon enough.. right after the storm..&lt;br /&gt;and you will not brave the storm alone..&lt;br /&gt;for you have me and God.. and the people around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be praying for you..&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of love..&lt;br /&gt;your darling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114251777643962070?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114251777643962070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114251777643962070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114251777643962070' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114232177725478283</id><published>2006-03-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:51:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a bf.. would always be there for his gf..&lt;br /&gt;tryin his best to understand her..&lt;br /&gt;doing his best to give the best to her..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tough things gets..&lt;br /&gt;he will be there for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will always be there to support her..&lt;br /&gt;share her burden and problems..&lt;br /&gt;and will always try to make things work out..&lt;br /&gt;cuz it isnt abt him alone..&lt;br /&gt;its about us.. him and her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear.. no matter how things turn out..&lt;br /&gt;it will turn out well.. with God..&lt;br /&gt;and i will be there to support you..&lt;br /&gt;be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;and make you feel unpressured and relax yah dear..&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend is also your best friend..&lt;br /&gt;so yah.. do take care dear..&lt;br /&gt;love you lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you badly..&lt;br /&gt;your always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114232177725478283?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114232177725478283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114232177725478283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114232177725478283' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114216870818240275</id><published>2006-03-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:05:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scolding was wad i got.. frm my gf.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;nah.. just some funny talks that we always have..&lt;br /&gt;yup.. all is well.. was just a dumb fool..&lt;br /&gt;to make her angry for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah.. blame it on my dumb foul mood on that day..&lt;br /&gt;din eat for whole day.. reach home.. no one home..&lt;br /&gt;no dinner and all.. so yah.. stupid day..&lt;br /&gt;at least its all over.. and i cant wait for friday to come..&lt;br /&gt;why?. some special reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also cuz my parents will be away.. and yah..&lt;br /&gt;spend with time with her.. and she know why special reasons..&lt;br /&gt;the day my parents leave.. is the day that we have been.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;some suspense?. nah.. just for me and her to know..&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite alrite.. schools tomolo..&lt;br /&gt;dreads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye weekend..&lt;br /&gt;hello weekday..&lt;br /&gt;just looking forward..&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114216870818240275?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114216870818240275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114216870818240275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114216870818240275' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114209062991799594</id><published>2006-03-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:23:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the feeling is as such when you miss someone..&lt;br /&gt;you want to see the person so bad..&lt;br /&gt;or hear/talk to the person.. and that feeling..&lt;br /&gt;is just un-explainable?. if there is such a word..&lt;br /&gt;and when the person calls.. you simply..&lt;br /&gt;feel great?. seriously.. no words is able to describe such a feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i feel.. whenever she calls..&lt;br /&gt;it just brightens up everything.. and yah..&lt;br /&gt;i always longed for her call or even a sms..&lt;br /&gt;thats how bad i miss her.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;sound like some crazy guy.. but yah..&lt;br /&gt;just miss her so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114209062991799594?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114209062991799594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114209062991799594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114209062991799594' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114181569161554115</id><published>2006-03-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:19:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things have been well.. other den havin cold war with my mum..&lt;br /&gt;some decisions or things said was at impulse..&lt;br /&gt;meaning those 2 other entries in my blog.. yah..&lt;br /&gt;just the time of life when parents.. just go over-board..&lt;br /&gt;and the child reacts back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna be quite busy.. have to go back to sch for my final year..&lt;br /&gt;but yah.. still have time for my dear.. spend time with her..&lt;br /&gt;haha,. as my frens say.. full time bf.. part time student.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;wonder how true is that.. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;just that when someone is important.. naturally you will go all out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is well.. being there for you in the times when you need..&lt;br /&gt;take care baby.. =]&lt;br /&gt;hugs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114181569161554115?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114181569161554115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114181569161554115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114181569161554115' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114162189331553312</id><published>2006-03-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:11:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being in school and practically doing nothing at all..&lt;br /&gt;and this feeling just came.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of missing someone.. yup..&lt;br /&gt;though i went out her yesterday.. its just unavoidable?.&lt;br /&gt;let see.. how do you not miss someone?.&lt;br /&gt;cant happen at all?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah.. it wun happen to me.. cuz..&lt;br /&gt;i have always thought abt her..&lt;br /&gt;miss her.. and just want to be around her..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.. i want to go HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;doin in-house project in school is boring..&lt;br /&gt;and you have 8 hours to spend in school..&lt;br /&gt;but.. there is nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;i rather spend it with my gf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you baby.. so much..&lt;br /&gt;hugs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114162189331553312?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114162189331553312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114162189331553312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114162189331553312' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-114124067621824512</id><published>2006-03-02T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:17:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every moment spend.. every date we went.. time pass by so easily..&lt;br /&gt;at times i do wish time could just stop..&lt;br /&gt;the days that i spend with you.. are just breath-taking..&lt;br /&gt;every worries or thoughts that i have.. will just go away..&lt;br /&gt;your presence overcome all of that.. and it makes me..&lt;br /&gt;just wanna spend all the time i have with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb its cuz i am so in love with you dear..&lt;br /&gt;so in love.. you give me the confidence that i have..&lt;br /&gt;with you.. the surrounding doesnt matter..&lt;br /&gt;cuz everything is all abt you.. abt you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart.. melts all the way with you around baby..&lt;br /&gt;goin nuts with you.. haha,. =]&lt;br /&gt;crystal soh.. i love you lots..&lt;br /&gt;HUGS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-114124067621824512?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114124067621824512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/114124067621824512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114124067621824512' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113998679473963054</id><published>2006-02-15T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:59:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to my lovely Crystal(her).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole life revolves around you.. that explains the title of the blog..&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the pressure that i gave you.. sorry for not giving you the space that you need..&lt;br /&gt;i realise my wrong and i will always be there for you.. trying to be understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry abt me.. even though i am all so emotional.. i will be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;thats a fact.. no matter how tough things get.. i wun give you.. cuz..&lt;br /&gt;you are that important person in my life.. and yah..&lt;br /&gt;for the coming 9mths.. we will be close/best friends in a way..&lt;br /&gt;and i will alway be waiting.. be there if you need someone to talk too..&lt;br /&gt;complain abt things and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember wad i said dear..&lt;br /&gt;for me to understand you better and for this to work out too..&lt;br /&gt;we need to communicate and talk things out.. no matter how tough it is..&lt;br /&gt;i will be praying abt you and for you.. you will be having your mission trip next week..&lt;br /&gt;and i am gonna miss you and i am also very happy for you..&lt;br /&gt;that you may see the love of God and experience him..&lt;br /&gt;whenever you face anxiety.. stress.. pressure or just being tired..&lt;br /&gt;pray to him.. cuz he listens to you.. tell him abt the details.. cuz he wants to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know we cant really go out so often.. but yah.. whenever you are free..&lt;br /&gt;will go out with you.. most prob.. every sunday yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby.. i love you so much.. miss you so much..  aint letting go of you..&lt;br /&gt;you are my sweet valentine.. we will work out this problem out together..&lt;br /&gt;till 17/11 arrives.. and i will never find someone better..&lt;br /&gt;cuz you are the best person for me.. no one will ever replace your place..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you.. HUGS!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours always, Jonathan(him,your skinny bee hoon)..&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113998679473963054?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113998679473963054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113998679473963054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113998679473963054' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113988260139425433</id><published>2006-02-14T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:03:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the valentines day that was spent.. will never be forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;the things said.. never forgotten.. the moment that i was beside you..&lt;br /&gt;never forgotten.. you simply am the one.. for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the love from above and blessings given.. will be there..&lt;br /&gt;through tough and good times.. waiting for your return..&lt;br /&gt;you have taken up half of me.. you made me who i am..&lt;br /&gt;all have been said in the letter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean by the actions i have done..&lt;br /&gt;empty promises will never happen.. =]&lt;br /&gt;loving you my lil star..&lt;br /&gt;only you make me whole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113988260139425433?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113988260139425433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113988260139425433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113988260139425433' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113945084657462406</id><published>2006-02-09T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:07:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing and treasuring that chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make stupid and foolish decision over time..&lt;br /&gt;and i have made stupid and foolish decisions/mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;right now.. i am all focus and sure of where the path i have taken is leading me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking that chance that you have given me..&lt;br /&gt;to you i am devoted too.. to you i will only be with..&lt;br /&gt;to you i will only love and to you.. i will never leave..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how things turn out.. no matter how tough things be..&lt;br /&gt;i will never take a step back cuz i will take the steps forward..&lt;br /&gt;to walk thru this period with you dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday and night.. i will be praying.. i will be reading his word..&lt;br /&gt;and it will make our relationship stronger..&lt;br /&gt;and from the time i realise my mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;i have already started to treasure and cherish you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be waiting for the time to come..&lt;br /&gt;dear.. jia you yah.. will be praying for you..&lt;br /&gt;tomolo will be a great day.. no matter the outcome..&lt;br /&gt;will be there.. ALWAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;yours only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113945084657462406?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113945084657462406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113945084657462406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113945084657462406' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113920882301072074</id><published>2006-02-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:53:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear.. yesterday we finally talk things out and i am glad that we have an outcome..&lt;br /&gt;and yes.. i will be waiting for you.. till that day i will always be by our side..&lt;br /&gt;i am goin to miss you so much.. so badly.. right now.. i am already missing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things that i said to you last nite are true and yes.. we will have dinner with you family too..&lt;br /&gt;right now.. i am just so scared baby.. so afraid of letting you go..&lt;br /&gt;we are goin to walkt this thru together.. and to let things turn out well..&lt;br /&gt;and God will guide us thru.. i so want to hug you and never let you go..&lt;br /&gt;remember dear.. 1/2 of my heart is already yours.. no one else can take it away..&lt;br /&gt;so that i am being so foolish.. crying right now.. but i just miss you..&lt;br /&gt;this period that we are goin to go thru will be tough dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will push forward together with you and with God.. cuz i love you so much..&lt;br /&gt;NEVER LEAVING YOU.. remember what i wrote on my wall..&lt;br /&gt;and every night i will see that note you left me too.. before i sleep..&lt;br /&gt;love you baby.. ALWAYS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113920882301072074?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113920882301072074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113920882301072074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113920882301072074' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113888551893694271</id><published>2006-02-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:05:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. so thoughts came up when i was alone..&lt;br /&gt;and tinking abt the important someone..&lt;br /&gt;which is you dear.. and i remembered that..&lt;br /&gt;i had this blog because of you.. in a way..&lt;br /&gt;for you my lil star.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that.. it felt great being able to go out with you..&lt;br /&gt;the time spend.. was priceless..&lt;br /&gt;everything feels and seem so right.. and i really hope..&lt;br /&gt;and wish from the bottom of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;that things will stay like this.. being able to hold you..&lt;br /&gt;give you a hug.. i feel so relax.. and al the troubles just goes away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy rolls down my face.. cuz its like i have you dear..&lt;br /&gt;forever.. and that i will never ever let you go..&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes i do stupid things..&lt;br /&gt;its like telling you i miss your voice.. is cuz..&lt;br /&gt;i just miss you so badly.. and yah.. just so want to talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;know it sounds crazy.. but its so true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear.. i have fallen very deeply in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;much more when we started being together..&lt;br /&gt;i aint letting you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you always..&lt;br /&gt;my dear..&lt;br /&gt;always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113888551893694271?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113888551893694271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113888551893694271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113888551893694271' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113880666052121220</id><published>2006-02-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:11:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been a busy one.. with CNY visitation..&lt;br /&gt;and it was great to able to hang out with you dear..&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.. i am busy with an assignment due on friday..&lt;br /&gt;and i also got to handle things in the Open House..&lt;br /&gt;busy busy.. and coping with it.. few more weeks..&lt;br /&gt;and den i would say i can really relax..&lt;br /&gt;like a mth more or so..&lt;br /&gt;den i am off for my in house project..&lt;br /&gt;which is like my final year project.. sadness..&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks of project.. means i would be year 3..&lt;br /&gt;time really flies.. den i would be off to NS!!&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait for the weekend to come..&lt;br /&gt;and spend time with you dear.. =]&lt;br /&gt;alrite alrite.. am off to my project..&lt;br /&gt;waiting up for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113880666052121220?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113880666052121220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113880666052121220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113880666052121220' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113845812501019269</id><published>2006-01-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:25:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a song that my dear liked.. and here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;for you dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dream of&lt;br /&gt;once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dream of,&lt;br /&gt;dreams really do come true&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops,&lt;br /&gt;that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Well I see trees of green and red roses too,&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;and the brightness of day&lt;br /&gt;I like the dark&lt;br /&gt;and I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;are also on the faces of people passing by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying,&lt;br /&gt;How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying, I - I love you&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,&lt;br /&gt;they'll learn much more than we'll know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops,&lt;br /&gt;that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams do really come true.. and i hope my dreams come true..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how things turn out.. the sun will shine..&lt;br /&gt;and that i pray you find joy in wadeva things you do..&lt;br /&gt;love you dear.. always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113845812501019269?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113845812501019269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113845812501019269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113845812501019269' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113825665649880467</id><published>2006-01-26T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:24:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the records goes as such..&lt;br /&gt;i am down with flu.. cough.. headache and fever..&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.. and i am now in sch.. haha,.&lt;br /&gt;cant skip school as assignments and exams are near..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;currently things have been goin in ways that i should know how to handle it..&lt;br /&gt;trying to give dear time to tink and dun add pressure to her..&lt;br /&gt;i guess all the things i have said and things i have done.. i said and done it all?.&lt;br /&gt;so that she knows.. this time i want to really change..&lt;br /&gt;make things right and that she will be happy in the future with US being together..&lt;br /&gt;though this period of time will be trememdously hard to pass..&lt;br /&gt;i will have to pass thru it and for a better future with her?.&lt;br /&gt;i hope thats how things eventually turns out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its otherwise.. a normal person would break down for sometime..&lt;br /&gt;and which i will move to chase her back even though it maybe real tough..&lt;br /&gt;but i wun be letting her go at all.. not letting go.. i will be waiting for you dear..&lt;br /&gt;love you lots.. missing the time when your presence is near..&lt;br /&gt;wanting to talk to you.. just hanging around you.. just please with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now heads pretty heavy.. and nose is killing me.. but yah..&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the sickness.. erm.. guess i dun have much to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear.. am waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;love you lots.. hugs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113825665649880467?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113825665649880467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113825665649880467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113825665649880467' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113785716465607684</id><published>2006-01-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:26:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the road ahead is long and it will be tough.. but i will push on..&lt;br /&gt;to get you back.. many say.. you are young.. there are more out there..&lt;br /&gt;but why would i want to do that when this someone is so important to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the outcome will be.. i will be there for her..&lt;br /&gt;and i will do all i can to make things right and even if i have too..&lt;br /&gt;chase her back right from the start.. at some point in life..&lt;br /&gt;you will start to tink.. you found something that you want..&lt;br /&gt;and you might lose it.. so will you go all out to get it..&lt;br /&gt;whereas for me.. i would say YES!! cuz i dont want to lose her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i might not say or show it.. at times.. but i want her to know..&lt;br /&gt;she is the best thing that happen to me.. knowing her since 2002/2003..&lt;br /&gt;i got to see her and slowly.. fallin in love with her.. though things..&lt;br /&gt;took a longer way to reach its end point.. it stop at 17/11/04..&lt;br /&gt;when we started to be together.. right now.. we are goin thru some tough times..&lt;br /&gt;but i want to let you know dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there.. and i want things to be right.. like how things started..&lt;br /&gt;a last chance is all i need.. and never to make you feel tired..&lt;br /&gt;mending things thru the hands that i have..&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel happy and always seeing that smile on your face..&lt;br /&gt;the times you rest on my shoulder or when i embrace you so tightly..&lt;br /&gt;that time will never end.. i will always hold your hand and walk thru..&lt;br /&gt;the problems that we will have to face.. there with you.. with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its goin to be tough.. but i never say i will give up..&lt;br /&gt;never giving up hope on US.. not at all..&lt;br /&gt;remember dear.. that i love you always..&lt;br /&gt;and will always be there no matter what happens.. always..&lt;br /&gt;loving you.. from the bottom of my heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113785716465607684?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113785716465607684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113785716465607684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113785716465607684' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113742419311972199</id><published>2006-01-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:09:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear.. abt an hour's time.. we be using being together for 14mths..&lt;br /&gt;and here.. i want to assure you that i love you lots..&lt;br /&gt;as compared from when we started till now.. i know we faced some tough times..&lt;br /&gt;and now i want to tell you.. i am loving you more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby i aint leaving you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i want to say.. i miss you lots.. and hope to see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there for you alrite.. when you need me.. i will be there..&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for you dear.. always..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tough things or matters get.. we will walk through the path..&lt;br /&gt;we will walk through it all together.. and also with God..&lt;br /&gt;darling.. i have been missing you alot.. cant wait to go out with you..&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things i want to say to you..&lt;br /&gt;lets write the new chapter of our life together dear..&lt;br /&gt;i love you lots.. i really really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am wishing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 14th months baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113742419311972199?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113742419311972199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113742419311972199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113742419311972199' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113720210221872153</id><published>2006-01-14T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:28:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear.. i want to thank you for picking up my call yesterday and allowing me to meet you..&lt;br /&gt;managed to pass the flowers to you and explaining things to you..&lt;br /&gt;i am happy and glad that you are willing to forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;and give us a chance.. i know things are goin to be tough..&lt;br /&gt;as you are unable to have the same feeling as before.. but i promise..&lt;br /&gt;will find that feeling back.. we do it together.. with God yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give up hope dear.. cuz i will never give up hope on this relationship..&lt;br /&gt;i will treasure and cherish every moment that we have and make things right..&lt;br /&gt;so dear.. if after awhile.. you still dont have that feeling yet.. dun be sad..&lt;br /&gt;or dont know wad to do.. cuz God and I are here for you.. always..&lt;br /&gt;and remember that i will always be there for you.. never goin to lose you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will always be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;your big tree is back by your side.. forever..&lt;br /&gt;love you dear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113720210221872153?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113720210221872153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113720210221872153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113720210221872153' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113685992718030425</id><published>2006-01-10T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:50:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the past few days.. i could not sleep well..&lt;br /&gt;waking up in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;tinking of you my dear.. cuz i miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that you are angry with me.. and i am sorry..&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you see this..&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i will change.. i really will..&lt;br /&gt;hope its not too late?. even though you have given me so many chances already..&lt;br /&gt;mayb you are just sick and tired of me.. and all this things..&lt;br /&gt;all this that are happening..&lt;br /&gt;but i really will change.. will spend time with you and all..&lt;br /&gt;not matter how busy i am.. or just being there for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that you wun answer my call or even my sms..&lt;br /&gt;and i just pray to GOD that he looks over you..&lt;br /&gt;when i aint by your side.. pray that you take lots of care..&lt;br /&gt;and rest well.. cuz you are working and busy with so many things..&lt;br /&gt;i will be in my assignment period again.. and exams..&lt;br /&gt;but i will try to find time for you.. this is a promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i have been a nuisance.. crying to you..&lt;br /&gt;finding you.. and yah.. even if you dun want to see me..&lt;br /&gt;and want to be alone.. i will be here waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;cuz i want you and you only.. no one else..&lt;br /&gt;sorry abt the past dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that on the 17th you will be free..&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 2 months.. let our journey go on?.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you alot dear.. i love you lots..&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i am crying away..&lt;br /&gt;being here for you..&lt;br /&gt;love you crystal.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours..&lt;br /&gt;him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113685992718030425?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113685992718030425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113685992718030425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113685992718030425' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113672693593340589</id><published>2006-01-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:28:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time have became very tight for everyone now..&lt;br /&gt;i have been busy.. you have been busy..&lt;br /&gt;trying to find time is tough but i try..&lt;br /&gt;and things dont turn how people wants..&lt;br /&gt;such shit always happens.. so wad to do?.&lt;br /&gt;just bare with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find that presence of yours that i once could hold on too..&lt;br /&gt;has now decreased.. and i understand now..&lt;br /&gt;the time i was busy and could not find time for you..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling and time that you went through..&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment that you had..&lt;br /&gt;all the things you had to bare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just unfair.. aint it..&lt;br /&gt;pulling it all together..&lt;br /&gt;things will turn out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will..&lt;br /&gt;turn out..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113672693593340589?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113672693593340589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113672693593340589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113672693593340589' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113647454723735668</id><published>2006-01-05T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:22:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there isnt any better time to say this all out.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;at times.. when you needed me.. i wasnt there.. and now..&lt;br /&gt;i got this feeling.. when i need you.. it feels like you are not there..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get hold of you.. and not let go..&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. i am treasuring you more than usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are words that i dare not say it out to you..&lt;br /&gt;but its better for you to see it?. there is something i want to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;i aint letting go no matter what.. and for you..&lt;br /&gt;back to the past i will go.. for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that have been done.. things that hurt..&lt;br /&gt;will now all go away.. as a new chapter will begin..&lt;br /&gt;so walk this new chapter with me.. again?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113647454723735668?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113647454723735668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113647454723735668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113647454723735668' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704199452443075764</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857778.post-113618190637426462</id><published>2006-01-02T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:05:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting by the window side.. from the view that you see..&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon sky turns into a dark cloudy view..&lt;br /&gt;such moment feels like your life.. it was all bright..&lt;br /&gt;but now.. it seems so dark and you aint able to find your way around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts go through your mind.. things just floods through..&lt;br /&gt;what if this happens.. what if that happens..&lt;br /&gt;your heart feels heavy.. your breath feels heavy/deep..&lt;br /&gt;you try to think straight but you just cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a home dont feel like home.. you have lost your sense of belonging..&lt;br /&gt;you grow up to fight the world.. you fight for the rights of your own world..&lt;br /&gt;the rights of your belief.. would people around you care about how you feel?.&lt;br /&gt;no they dont.. they dont at all.. you are just a figure..&lt;br /&gt;just like everyone.. who come and go so frequently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you.. or who you really are..&lt;br /&gt;have i lost it all..&lt;br /&gt;or just losing it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857778-113618190637426462?l=mrwash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113618190637426462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857778/posts/default/113618190637426462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwash.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113618190637426462' 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