<?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-5823928</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:43:31.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Wait?</title><subtitle type='html'>me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cashvin</name><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>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8159186396358639638</id><published>2009-02-19T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:26:26.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes at night,when I look to the sky,I start thinking of youand then ask myself, why?Why do I love you?I think and smile,because I know that listcould run on for miles.The sound of your voice,the warmth of your touch,so many little thingsthat make me love you so much.The way you support me,and forge my emotions,the way you need me,and show such devotion.The way that your kiss,fills me with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8159186396358639638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8159186396358639638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8159186396358639638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8159186396358639638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-at-night-when-i-look-to-sky-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3710417266127115927</id><published>2008-07-03T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:01:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And we both go down together,We'll stay there forever, Just try to get up, And I'm sorry, This wasn't easy, When I asked you, believe me, And never let go.334 days on and it still rings true as loud as it did the first day you said yes on your staircase with that look in your eyes that you get when you know the start of something amazing is a heartbeat away. :) Miral, it's been spectacular, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3710417266127115927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3710417266127115927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3710417266127115927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3710417266127115927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-we-both-go-down-together-well-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4286152721210674599</id><published>2008-07-01T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:26:30.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desperata    GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND HASTE, AND REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY BE IN APATHY. As far as possible be on good terms with all persons, and be prepared to surrender your ideals in order to find acceptance from others. Speak your truth clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too my be rich or powerful.   Do not extend yourself. Those who reach out are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4286152721210674599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4286152721210674599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4286152721210674599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4286152721210674599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/07/desperata-g-o-placidly-amid-noise-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4545111729451914655</id><published>2008-05-07T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:49:17.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lighted strips and candle lit,The savage nights in violent fits,The wordplay on your heart, it hits,The suffering of the tortured rips.That sing a song of sixpence,A serpent full of vile,Sink the fangs of death itself,In hope of reconcile,That follow lone into unknown,Of morbid scripts, divine,That reek of blood and poet's tears,drunk on aged old wine,Then blur the lines of fate and free,To seep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4545111729451914655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4545111729451914655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4545111729451914655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4545111729451914655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/05/lighted-strips-and-candle-lit-savage.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-1442456794900982546</id><published>2008-03-22T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:30:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I may be able to speak the languages of men and even angels,But if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.I may have the gift of inspired preaching, I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets;I may have all the faith needed to move mountains -  but if I have no love, I am nothing.I may even give up my body to be burned - but if I have no love, this does</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/1442456794900982546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=1442456794900982546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1442456794900982546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1442456794900982546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-may-be-able-to-speak-languages-of-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7092038604664989572</id><published>2008-03-04T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:51:32.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This home's a mess.This life's a test.This fears are best.This hope's a pest.To batter and bruise,A defenseless defense,A lie to abet,The decadence of sense.That build the hopes of the nested seed,In hope it might for once concede,That faults were made and hate now lack,So bury yours and turn the tables back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7092038604664989572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7092038604664989572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7092038604664989572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7092038604664989572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-homes-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2530509571475562343</id><published>2008-02-24T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:00:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's you.it's me.it's a a love like no other. One that neither of us, let alone anyone in the world has felt before.it's amazing how you make me feel this way.it how i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.and it's how we will.it's the way you look at me and tell me the dreams i dream of us.its the way you hold me tight and i feel you falling asleep.it's a love not for the way you look.or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2530509571475562343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2530509571475562343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2530509571475562343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2530509571475562343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/R8ET_IM8ibI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VgdunR8SHc4/s72-c/her.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-178100016623536040</id><published>2008-02-17T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:54:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA.Happy Valentine's Day, Miral!yeah, it didn't go as planned as usual.heh. we're unconventional. special, to say the least. :)Surprised in the morning, afternoon and night too. It's always a surprise being with you.You always show me things i never knew.And teach me things i should.You're like my own discovery channel.YOU don't kill ME. I'm not studying either. :)i love you.we love us.OKAY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/178100016623536040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=178100016623536040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/178100016623536040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/178100016623536040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8188843289946247357</id><published>2008-01-26T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:36:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And we both go down togetherWe'd stay there foreverJust tryin' to get upAnd i'm sorryThis wasn't easyWhen i asked you, believe meAnd never let goWell i'm thinking of the worst thingsThat i could say to youBut a promise doesn't mean a thing anymoreAnd this never will be right with meAnd now you're trying to desperatelyBut i'm tongue tied and terrified of what i'll say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8188843289946247357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8188843289946247357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8188843289946247357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8188843289946247357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-we-both-go-down-together-wed-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4542396509087379558</id><published>2007-12-10T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:54:47.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday my darling, Miral.Sweetheart, you've always been this special to me.Through it all, you've always been inspiration.I love you, darling.Haha. This is amazing.We got to celebrate both our birthdays having each other as our special one.And you know you'll always be.19th's just the first birthday we'll spend together.we'll count till we can't anymore k?okay im off to bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4542396509087379558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4542396509087379558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4542396509087379558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4542396509087379558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-19th-birthday-my-darling-miral.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-118526100733923786</id><published>2007-12-06T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:59:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh dear.it's 3 in the morning and i'm just done studying for tomorrow's test.sheesh.i swear, if i put in the effort i should be putting in into my entire life, it'd go according to plan.but who wants to put the right colours to match the right numbers in a paint-by-numbers kit?yeah, sure you can, be my guest.but then you'd just get the picture on the box.boy oh boy, am i excited.faceoff hitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/118526100733923786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=118526100733923786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/118526100733923786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/118526100733923786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-327703571543577035</id><published>2007-11-16T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:14:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FACEOFF would proudly like to thank everyone of those standing in front last night at our gig at Ceylon Sports Club, dancing their asses off.You make us proud to be the rockstars we think we are.And we're proud to rock for you all the time.I'm at my best, and feeling awesomest with the blaring drums and amps behind, the sea of people rocking out, and always being able to spot my gorgeous, darling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/327703571543577035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=327703571543577035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/327703571543577035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/327703571543577035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/11/faceoff-would-proudly-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/RzyKK2n5jaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IqMCtYYvjPI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8445683854990363173</id><published>2007-11-01T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:31:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your voice was the soundtrack of my summerDo you know you're unlike any other?You'll always be my thunder, and I saidYour eyes are the brightest of all the colorsI don't wanna ever love anotherYou'll always be my thunderSo bring on the rainAnd bring on the thunder. +)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8445683854990363173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8445683854990363173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8445683854990363173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8445683854990363173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8691464580378945391</id><published>2007-10-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:12:09.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MELEE LYRICS "Built To Last"I've looked for love in stranger places,but never found someone like you.Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,and now there's nothing I can't do.'Cause this is real, and this is good.It warms the inside just like it should,but most of all it's built to last.All of our friends saw from the start.So why didn't we believe it too?Whoa yeah, now look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8691464580378945391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8691464580378945391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8691464580378945391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8691464580378945391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/10/melee-lyrics-built-to-last-ive-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2329179600657351069</id><published>2007-10-22T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:23:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When apologies do not suffice.i stutter.When eyes become the enemy.i stumble.When you are here with me.nothing else seems to matter.When it actually does.And we ignore the truth.Is when we falter.Pardon's seeked.And promises keep;This love in hand.The ground we stand,This love in mind,In yours and mine.This love in soul,Keeping warm in cold.This love in heart.Until always, since the very start.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2329179600657351069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2329179600657351069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2329179600657351069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2329179600657351069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-apologies-do-not-suffice.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3804750123933467133</id><published>2007-10-16T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:40:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey girl.we're already halfway there.i dont wanna climb out.im comfy here.its only you and me and you.it's all i need.all the love in the world is not enough to show with justice how much i have for you.so for now.take my hand.and i'll take all the world has to offer for you.and you can multiply that.and you'll tell me, "there's no such number, idiot."and i'll say, "darling there is now."for no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3804750123933467133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3804750123933467133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3804750123933467133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3804750123933467133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7347454390548971578</id><published>2007-10-07T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:18:47.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only there were any way to thank you enough.For everything you've made me feel.For everytime i felt your love in your touch.For every smile you brought to me.I love you.So much more than anyone would ever know.Let alone feel.“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7347454390548971578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7347454390548971578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7347454390548971578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7347454390548971578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-there-were-any-way-to-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/RwiVKneOhMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-EczOOt9vdA/s72-c/DSC00769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-5583302491863764655</id><published>2007-09-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:27:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.before i start rambling.give it up for breakthrough artistes of the forever.RAW SHARK TEXAS.with insane blasting,reckless shreddingand mindless scream/gore/pigvocalling,they have won our hearts and touched our souls.more like ripped our hearts out and devoured out souls.but nevertheless.congratulations bros.haha.one day. Raw Shark Texas, ERGH? and Faceoff will share the stage for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/5583302491863764655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=5583302491863764655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5583302491863764655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5583302491863764655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/09/hellooneandall_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-6490780017190558031</id><published>2007-09-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:12:33.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ha.ppy.birth.day.to.me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/6490780017190558031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=6490780017190558031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6490780017190558031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6490780017190558031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/09/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8535799211972242081</id><published>2007-09-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:41:29.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lifehouse's Hanging by a Moment says it all.Thank god for cliches.:)HELLO, YOU. +)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8535799211972242081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8535799211972242081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8535799211972242081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8535799211972242081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifehouses-hanging-by-moment-says-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-622048876989553473</id><published>2007-09-08T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:08:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.my oh my.tonight's Funeral For a Friend and guess what?i'm not going!hooray for penniless me!to sidetrack, i've been such a bum these holidays.i need a job.but me and my wants and expectations.makes everything a little harder to deal with.Especially when you're well confused.But i suppose it's just a lousy phase i'll get over.and hopefully my holidays won't be a chore.i need a fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/622048876989553473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=622048876989553473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/622048876989553473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/622048876989553473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/09/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4161634772759475619</id><published>2007-08-27T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:02:17.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man the things people are subjected to.It makes the world feel much larger.And greatly empty.Like there's a huge void of emotion lurking.But even so we make the best of it.If there's one thing we're good at, it's adaptation.It's funny to see how someone can be blessed with all the riches in the world and lose it to trivial mistakes.There's life kicking you in the balls for you.And as bad as it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4161634772759475619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4161634772759475619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4161634772759475619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4161634772759475619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-things-people-are-subjected-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-1528418736120276106</id><published>2007-08-27T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T04:51:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Jace,Hey, you.Its nice to know you still remember me.You know. Shit happens and i lost your number, the only contact i had, when i changed linesNow you had my email and my blog. and i havent heard from you since.You cant possibly justify your comments as i never bothered, now can you?How could i contact you when we have no friends in common, never met and all i know is your name?You know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/1528418736120276106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=1528418736120276106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1528418736120276106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1528418736120276106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-jace-hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-720296394550038662</id><published>2007-08-09T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:14:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day.It's been one day.and i'm already breaking.We're both online.But not speaking.and all i've got is the message she sent.oh dear lord, how i miss.she says she's afraid.then i'm terrified.one day and it's this bad.my legs go weak everytime. Everytime.in heat, cold, comfort or fear.rapture never felt this new.and bent and broken i whisper, dear.let me know there's no one but me and you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/720296394550038662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=720296394550038662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/720296394550038662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/720296394550038662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2722958762215399562</id><published>2007-08-07T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:08:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you once sang me this song.just because you liked it.now i sing this back to you.just because i mean it.Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2722958762215399562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2722958762215399562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2722958762215399562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2722958762215399562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-once-sang-me-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2501515191932342834</id><published>2007-08-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:34:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the best part of this whole antagonising situation.Is that you never bothered to make ammendments at all.You carry on your jolly life like nothing ever happened.You, my so-called friend, were the greatest actor alive.Much like clockwork, you sing me jolly songs, all while you kick me, fallen.Everything could be alright if you'd at least try.But if you prefer this silence, then i only hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2501515191932342834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2501515191932342834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2501515191932342834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2501515191932342834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-best-part-of-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3522015795038493079</id><published>2007-07-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:59:32.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now i'm completely fucked.dear life,                thank you.dear love,                    im through with you.dear everything,                   now you're finally empty. maybe you can do something that's actually worthwhile.                                                                                        love,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3522015795038493079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3522015795038493079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3522015795038493079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3522015795038493079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-im-completely-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-5884046177054441040</id><published>2007-07-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:42:21.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silverstein"My Heroine"The drugs begin to peakA smile of joy arrives in meBut sedation changes to panic and nauseaAnd breath starts to shortenAnd heartbeats pound softerYou won't try to save me.You just want to hurt me and leave me desperate.You taught my heart, a sense I never knew I had.I can forget, the times that I wasLost and depressed from the awful truthHow do you do it?You're my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/5884046177054441040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=5884046177054441040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5884046177054441040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5884046177054441040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/silverstein-my-heroine-drugs-begin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-6160508579699134457</id><published>2007-07-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:35:55.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something's been bothering me.I don't know exactly what just yet, thought. Don't ask why.I know i was being awfully quiet and distant from school over to her place.But i talked to Jon.I hope she doesn't think i'm psycho.Or worse, that she did something wrong.cos she didn't.umm.just thought you should know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/6160508579699134457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=6160508579699134457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6160508579699134457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6160508579699134457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/somethings-been-bothering-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4904654649462333246</id><published>2007-07-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:45:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wow.Deafcon was incredible.I had so much fun watching them dance in the pit to weird summer.My heart's in my throat.July 7th 2007.i'll always remember this night. :)Sounds like something outta The Notebook, huh?*Smile like you mean it.Oooooo Ooooo Oooooo.*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4904654649462333246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4904654649462333246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4904654649462333246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4904654649462333246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7765173211129646753</id><published>2007-07-05T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:35:01.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tickets at 10 bucks a piece.dear lord, let us rock.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7765173211129646753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7765173211129646753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7765173211129646753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7765173211129646753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/tickets-at-10-bucks-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/RoxKfIUDpNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-lBv0M6qczI/s72-c/dc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4233613314360891295</id><published>2007-07-01T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:42:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VENGEANCE.Forget me not in feeble ways,The dying pill of escapades.Forgive me not, the familiar sin,That breaks to bond the hurt within.To shake the ground where lay my head,To fight the bitter words best unsaid.To lie a thousand-fold to bear,To silence the lies that fill the air.That could never hold let alone suffice,It's pregnancy with hurt and malice,Tangible enough, in shadows to brood,A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4233613314360891295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4233613314360891295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4233613314360891295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4233613314360891295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/07/vengance.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3123795393817896191</id><published>2007-06-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:04:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An all new Mary-Jane Insane performs live for the very first time; 30th June, Zai Studios.Tickets are $8 a piece.Support will be much appreciated. PLEASE? :)Face/Off plays    Defcon 4. Early July.                      @Fort Canning Park. Soon i hope.                      @ Baybeats 2008. I pray.More info to be posted soon.I, on behalf of Mary-Jane Insane, would like to  thank Stephanie Ashton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3123795393817896191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3123795393817896191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3123795393817896191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3123795393817896191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-new-mary-jane-insane-performs-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8712055036275527511</id><published>2007-06-27T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:29:41.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAGBOARD REPLIES. again.sorry i couldn't reply. being in thailand and all.oh if anyone was wondering. at all.i rotted half my brain away watching the telly all day.so that makes almost none left.woo hoo!Germsie : Hello, you! i miss your bright red streaks.Syafiq : Hello friend-that-makes-me-jealous-of-not-being-able-to-hit-the-high-notes-like-you-do. :)Mas : It was just something i felt like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8712055036275527511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8712055036275527511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8712055036275527511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8712055036275527511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagboard-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8847050661059124879</id><published>2007-06-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:25:33.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my blog.Welcome to my die.Just cos i don't feel like updating now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8847050661059124879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8847050661059124879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8847050661059124879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8847050661059124879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-1043076975295052419</id><published>2007-06-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:41:13.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is me.The star of Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner by Fall Out Boy.Look me in the eye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/1043076975295052419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=1043076975295052419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1043076975295052419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1043076975295052419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4890592997594878102</id><published>2007-06-07T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:26:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.yes, i'm estatic i met Anberlin.and Stephen Christian is the world's nicest rockstar!see, i told him i loved Stationary Stationery and i asked if he could sing it to me.but he said no.and asked me to sing it to him instead.omagawd!i swear we'd be the least bit cool if Sofrie and me weren't acting like little 11 year old girls.After which Kezia and me took a long, sleepy cab ride </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4890592997594878102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4890592997594878102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4890592997594878102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4890592997594878102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7700486272806929844</id><published>2007-05-24T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:05:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAGBOARD REPLIESnash: I guess you're right. Let's go out again and do stupid lipsynching of Hoobastank songs. Man, i miss those times.mas: Oh, no. The smelllll.Affan: Damn bro, i'm sorry i ditched you guys the last time. i'll make it up to you! and your poeticalness.Hitler: heh. Now we all know who hitler is. dumbass. heh.jonie: GORE. BRIE BRIE. tweety bird. SCREAM.eileen: eileen there's not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7700486272806929844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7700486272806929844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7700486272806929844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7700486272806929844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagboard-replies-nash-i-guess-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4675669733172728549</id><published>2007-05-19T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:44:25.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EUNICE DARLING.you light up my life.as amazing as you are, you still take time out of your life to spend time with us.we love you my babealicious supermodel.i'll be there at your runway show.would'nt miss it for the world.&lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4675669733172728549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4675669733172728549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4675669733172728549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4675669733172728549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-eunice-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-4392347509828577137</id><published>2007-05-09T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:38:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.looks like the "normal" band has formed.(what's normal?)Jon, Joe, Dil, Azli and me just formed one.i hope we kick ass.something's just mean more when it's written on a blog for the world - or who cares in it - to read.like take for example,Jonathan, you and you're *bries* are more than music.It's a symphony of incesticular fortitude.And you make the "core" in the "hardcore" we live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/4392347509828577137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=4392347509828577137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4392347509828577137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/4392347509828577137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2886464054882620316</id><published>2007-05-06T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:57:23.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>call me cheap but flea markets are the shit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2886464054882620316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2886464054882620316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2886464054882620316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2886464054882620316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/call-me-cheap-but-flea-markets-are-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-675477517178484809</id><published>2007-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:56:01.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a complete tart when it comes to saving money.There's gotta be an easier way to get 60 bucks in a week.i wonder if she remembers my name.oh, what the hell.____________________,____________________,____________________,____________________,                             - a heavy hearted work of staggering genius, anberlin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/675477517178484809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=675477517178484809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/675477517178484809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/675477517178484809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-complete-tart-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2444778512747589396</id><published>2007-05-02T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:20:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SCRIPT.She says she'll never see,All but a haunting malady,She says it's all but a rhyme,In a broken world I call mine,She says it's all a blur,What i'd leave if only to see her,She knows, she has no clue,How much it'd mean to see her through,She says what she never meant.A little more you laid to waste,Who'd have thought the boy could stand,A little more to kill the taste,His mangled heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2444778512747589396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2444778512747589396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2444778512747589396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2444778512747589396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/05/script.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-293506230673338509</id><published>2007-04-25T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:49:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i had the worst dream.no it wasn't a nightmare.it was just.painful.first, they made me beat my friend up.and he sure as hell isn't a hi-bye friend.he's like my brother. which made it so much worse.then i watched a girl fling herself off the roof.i knew i could have saved her. but i didn't do anything to stop her.i know it doesn't sound like much.but i woke with this terrible feeling in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/293506230673338509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=293506230673338509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/293506230673338509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/293506230673338509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-i-had-worst-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3298830872732874380</id><published>2007-04-25T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:37:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE RIPS EVERY LAST BIT OF HOPE LEFT IN ME.WHY DO I STILL HANG ON.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3298830872732874380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3298830872732874380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3298830872732874380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3298830872732874380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-rips-every-last-bit-of-hope-left-in_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7488080011741061673</id><published>2007-04-18T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:41:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do all great bands fall apart?aah. so many questions. so little time.like what being famous is like.and do they enjoy it?or is it that messed up that they have to escape the limelight?plans are meant to be changed.and desires, unfulfilled.and promises, meant but no one said kept.it's the BIGGER plan.they way life never goes as planned.Adaptation.don't we all need a little? Johnny's always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7488080011741061673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7488080011741061673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7488080011741061673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7488080011741061673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-all-great-bands-fall-apart-aah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2568931362682502889</id><published>2007-04-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:19:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gee golly.travelling up and down from KL to Singapore is tiring, trust me.let's see. i reached home at 5ish.                met elias at mato's block to bring the tablas and my guitar home.                and recorded our demos.Woo hoo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2568931362682502889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2568931362682502889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2568931362682502889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2568931362682502889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/04/gee-golly.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-1243419943303729005</id><published>2007-04-09T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:35:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.im so far away from home.i dont know when im coming back.drama, huh. :)it should be by thursday.see you soon!i hope Jon did good at Ribermaya though.cheers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/1243419943303729005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=1243419943303729005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1243419943303729005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/1243419943303729005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-8883443762250488113</id><published>2007-03-25T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:55:15.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH. if anyone was wondering how the FOB gig went?click Jonathan's link. It's all there.and yes, patrick's a chubby beast.I'm feeling terrible.That was dinner.And my stomach's upside-down.groans.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/8883443762250488113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=8883443762250488113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8883443762250488113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/8883443762250488113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/RgVXali4tdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JBXn2O7QzwY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2664013126605366660</id><published>2007-03-22T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:16:14.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and she leaves me again with more than sunken eyes,listening to the same song, overadvertised,        - "yelling out the stifled, same words",said the poet.such a simple wonder how she left me smitten, so.such an abysmal tragedy how i'm afraid to let her know.         -another sorry love song. another bar of chocolate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2664013126605366660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2664013126605366660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2664013126605366660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2664013126605366660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-she-leaves-me-again-with-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7892807047801922874</id><published>2007-03-19T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:03:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sinner, a creep,A liar, a freak,A soul laid bare,Go on now, stare.it just seems appropriate.the horizon, now as dark as the crimes that brought them here,is filled with my impending dreadmy foolish actions will cost so many good menAchilles has come...a thousand sails approachingsent here in her name to reclaim the one I stoleand destroy the walls of Troy.  -The Third Temptation of Paris by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7892807047801922874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7892807047801922874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7892807047801922874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7892807047801922874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/sinner-creep-liar-freak-soul-laid-bare.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-5036179651466623807</id><published>2007-03-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:23:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm here!yeah, thanks for calling my hair a thick black mass steph.real flattering.haha.i dont know what to do with it though.anyway.nothing's changed, if you wanna know.been working at the airport for 150 bucks for 2 days.that's been life so far.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/5036179651466623807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=5036179651466623807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5036179651466623807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5036179651466623807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-here-yeah-thanks-for-calling-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2494130989158541877</id><published>2007-03-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:53:18.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEYTHERE!This is the stephilicious attacking/posting/updating for cash behbeh!hahaha.so how has everyone been?those of you who didn't come to watch maryjane insane (apparently that's what they call themselves) at the art cafe missed a whole lot of fun. and to those who did, i thank you on cash and elias' behalf. ((: it was just super amazing.oops. sorry, this is the only picture i have of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2494130989158541877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2494130989158541877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2494130989158541877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2494130989158541877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/heythere-this-is-stephilicious.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v40rDWadyGU/Rfp292MbBtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0cLg64Ll79w/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-6134292209557063826</id><published>2007-03-15T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:18:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M SORRYY.i know it's the holidays and i should be spilling here everyday but i've been so bogged down with unnecessary things.. okay not so unnecessary but still. elias and me have been around playing. Art's Cafe, the CMM award show. heh.anyway, i'm in the middle of the rehearsal for the awards now. (i say it like it's the VMAs)blog later, i swear.or not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/6134292209557063826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=6134292209557063826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6134292209557063826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/6134292209557063826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sorryy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-67483638933555905</id><published>2007-03-02T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:40:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.the exams are finally over.wee. sorry, i'm pretty drained from the days of studying.or rather trying to.the lack of enthusiasm is still ringing.TP's a bother sometimes, but it's the people there that make you want to go back to school.One thing's for sure.I'm sure as hell gonna enjoy myself at Fall Out Boy's concert. i hope.The guys and me, going to watch a band that's so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/67483638933555905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=67483638933555905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/67483638933555905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/67483638933555905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-5363548239500741293</id><published>2007-02-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:44:03.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a baaaaad feeling about something.I wish i knew what it was.And dammit, my first paper is on Friday. Jamming with Russell and Jon kicks ass.It's a workout by itself.Who'd have known music could be so flagrant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/5363548239500741293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=5363548239500741293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5363548239500741293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5363548239500741293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-got-baaaaad-feeling-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-7067996477558591233</id><published>2007-02-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:34:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazing music.Incredible stage presence.Spectacular Band.This is The Devil Wears Prada's Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over.Push play below the tagboard to view.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/7067996477558591233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=7067996477558591233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7067996477558591233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/7067996477558591233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/02/amazing-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-5008657930084962379</id><published>2007-02-09T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:34:10.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't sleep.I hate it when i start thinking.I never get sleep that way.And I've got a lecture in the morning.Here's a a little notion for you to digest.If it makes sense at all, that is.That when life kicks you in the balls, it's best to lie on your side, assuming the foetal position till the pain eventually subsides.I don't know. I feel like I've been neglecting the more important things in life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/5008657930084962379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=5008657930084962379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5008657930084962379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/5008657930084962379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-2815027336397727876</id><published>2007-02-06T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:52:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There we go.Finally.If anyone at all is wondering,I've been good.  There hasn't been much lately that gets me to blogging.Apart from every other cheap thrill for me and Joe, Zack and Moe when a truck drives by.I don't know if you've noticed but.Things are changing. Everywhere.It's like a subtle revolution.Of diminutive proportions.Go figure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/2815027336397727876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=2815027336397727876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2815027336397727876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/2815027336397727876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-3470610051798797269</id><published>2007-01-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:59:04.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellooneandall.Yes, I'm back and freezing cold.And I'm incredibly happy.The band One Way Alley called me in to audition as a vocalist for their band.And they're already recording their EP.impressive.I'm doing well in school. That's a first.I'm now a B average student.Hooray for me.And my friends could not get any more awesome.Complications or not they're everything.Here's to the Pondok and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/3470610051798797269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=3470610051798797269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3470610051798797269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/3470610051798797269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-116706123880060844</id><published>2006-12-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:40:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas, world. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/116706123880060844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=116706123880060844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116706123880060844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116706123880060844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-116438780667256758</id><published>2006-11-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:03:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. thanks fatin. what a loser, huh. emohater, don't judge what you dont know. that just makes you look even more stupid than you probably already are.for pete's sake, grow up.now for today's broadcast.things go pretty well most of the time with the guys.but not everything goes our way sometimes.i tell myself to look past it as always but somehow it sneaks itself back.anyway,i need to learn how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/116438780667256758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=116438780667256758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116438780667256758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116438780667256758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-116264559781355026</id><published>2006-11-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:06:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He laid emeralds in her eyes,Oh, but i already tried,A bracelet made of gold,And scarlet thread around her wrists.And everything was wrong,So we sang sentimental songs,Of how seldom we belong,But how elegant our kiss,And we painted crooked lines,But we danced in perfect time,To a love so much refined,We know not what it is,So like the dullen wine,We pour into a grief we'd known before,But never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/116264559781355026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=116264559781355026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116264559781355026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116264559781355026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-laid-emeralds-in-her-eyes-oh-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-116253294872140457</id><published>2006-11-03T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:49:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday's performance at the Esplanade's Arts Cafe didn't go as well as i expected. it's the lack of practice. i suppose we'll get more after yuji gets over the Os. anyway, tomorrow's another day and next wednesday's another session. I'm bringing Natasha over to sing. And we ALL know how wonderful her voice is. I've got a sore throat from laughing too much. The Covenent was really funny. Really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/116253294872140457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=116253294872140457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116253294872140457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/116253294872140457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/11/wednesdays-performance-at-esplanades.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-115996354086126372</id><published>2006-10-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:20:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just lost the only people I ever really loved.I'm far beyond lost and waay past helpless.Still, thank you for everything you've ever shown me.You are and will always be amazing.I'll always love you all.Now I'm totally shit.I'm complete.and now it makes sense.Break a Tear. May 2005....he screams in hope,to be freed from this,from the fucks he's seen,from the girl he's missed,he's bitten and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/115996354086126372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=115996354086126372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115996354086126372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115996354086126372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-just-lost-only-people-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-115912674946585363</id><published>2006-09-25T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:41:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shawn my man. HAPPY estatic 18th, bro. You're the bestest dude around town. I have so much respect for you not for what you do but for who you are as a person. You're a great rocker and an even better friend. Thanks for standing by me when I feel like shit.Happy euphoric 18th, Victoria. You're my star. You know you are. You're the funnest-terestestest girl in the world. (She'll never be bored, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/115912674946585363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=115912674946585363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115912674946585363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115912674946585363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/09/shawn-my-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-115847814271806240</id><published>2006-09-17T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:29:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm looking for a new layout but damn.everything's cliche or unbelievably melodramatic.help me. i wanna know how to make my own. boo hoo.pretty please.anyone? anyone?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/115847814271806240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=115847814271806240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115847814271806240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115847814271806240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-looking-for-new-layout-but-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-115809394701042280</id><published>2006-09-13T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:45:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DVD marathon was the shit.Thanks again for having us over, Rachel. :)And I'm still sorry i had to leave early. Though it's only been an hour since. Here's to a million more amazing days.With all of you, of course.You're incredible. Every one of you, each in a different way.Love you guys. cheers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/115809394701042280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=115809394701042280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115809394701042280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115809394701042280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/09/dvd-marathon-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-115223854929956367</id><published>2006-07-07T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:15:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in school in shirt and pants. :Dbite me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/115223854929956367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=115223854929956367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115223854929956367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/115223854929956367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-school-in-shirt-and-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-114811681037021158</id><published>2006-05-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:20:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what would i be without you, lorraine?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/114811681037021158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=114811681037021158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114811681037021158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114811681037021158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-would-i-be-without-you-lorraine.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-114733040660060355</id><published>2006-05-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:53:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those little words.Sarah sees what Sarah found, Me on knees and my hands bound,Sarah feels what Sarah heard,My love for her was just absurd.Sarah lied when Sarah said,Those little words that filled my head,That lift me up, that tore me down,That screamed and cried without a sound,Sarah, only Sarah would know the way,To break a heart, the words to say,Sarah, only Sarah could bring such woe,Could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/114733040660060355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=114733040660060355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114733040660060355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114733040660060355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/05/those-little-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-114339755678956473</id><published>2006-03-27T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T02:50:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hullo there. yeah it's been a month since my last REAL post.hope you've all been doing good, eh? :)okay i'm as bored as ever now.there isnt much progress musically cos the band's not meeting as often.we really shouldnt bother Yuji.haha. according to him, sean lost his 'core'. which isnt a bad thing, you know.he's growing as a drummer. i think i should too as a guitarist. hardcore is incredibly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/114339755678956473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=114339755678956473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114339755678956473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114339755678956473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/03/hullo-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-114241354349584041</id><published>2006-03-15T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:06:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for this one natashia. :) You scored as Theater. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!Theater100%Linguistics100%Journalism100%Psychology100%Art92%Dance92%Sociology92%Philosophy83%English83%Anthropology83%Engineering75%Chemistry67%Biology67%Mathematics50%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/114241354349584041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=114241354349584041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114241354349584041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114241354349584041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-for-this-one-natashia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-114044075629769434</id><published>2006-02-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:08:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tragedyfromthe*spark.The poet's verses bring sanctity and more,Straight to the heart which I so do adore,But much to avail it falls to pieces,Just like the hurt she sent to appease us,So should she break a tear for me,For my woe and misery,Then before her I'd stand,A nuance without a plan,Music without a band,Then tragedy, I'd damn,She's said a million times over,Like the light she fakes in dark,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/114044075629769434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=114044075629769434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114044075629769434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/114044075629769434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/02/tragedyfromthespark.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113975706775610555</id><published>2006-02-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:20:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.okay here's my post.adrena, if you happen to be reading this, i miss you like high hell.haha. :)She left on Saturday's afternoon.and i went to watch munchies at 9 perform at IJ studios in the late afternoon.god, they kicked ass there. they left my mouth agape for the next what? 6 hours?wait. they still have me.okay. if anyone wants to know. if anyone cares at all. the 'o' shit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113975706775610555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113975706775610555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113975706775610555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113975706775610555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/02/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113923368225949177</id><published>2006-02-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:48:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ExceptionalEffortless facades oppress your vision,Yet none speak too soon enough,A blinding horror to your world imprisoned,That it’s nothing more than a mere bluff,In shadows to dwell,A peaceful soul,In wait of hell,Of what has been told,To lurk and whisper of horrid things,To damn and despair the sweetest of beings.In hope of a new and brilliant flame,To rise from the ashes, with the love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113923368225949177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113923368225949177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113923368225949177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113923368225949177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/02/exceptional-effortless-facades-oppress.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113870369173714940</id><published>2006-01-31T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:34:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.i'm here, i'm here.Been a little busy writing a song.I'm going out right now.my brother says takashimaya's having a converse sale.so why not?let's check it out. haha.i'll be back to post the song soon.sometime soon. :)oh the video above?it's a short clip of Dashboard Confessional (if ac/dc, metallica, led all rock... does dashboard emo? )playing Wheatus' Teenage Dirtbag on a live show.enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113870369173714940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113870369173714940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113870369173714940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113870369173714940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113782443196008130</id><published>2006-01-21T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:20:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. out gig is in 3 hours away.and i'm shit nervous.man.whhhaaat.its my first one.heck, its OUR first one.wish me luck.or come down if you read this in time.at Beat merchant studios, Bugis.Alright. gonna go meet the band now.Okay. okay.oh god.here we go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113782443196008130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113782443196008130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113782443196008130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113782443196008130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113724747098470252</id><published>2006-01-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:06:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh hi.sorry i'm not posting as frequently as i should.if you wanna know why.in the words of Pedro Sanchez:"hello. I don't have much to say..."My world at this point of time is as "hot" as napolean dynamite's night out on the town.go figure.It'll get better. Don't worry.and when it does?Ho ho..yeah, i know. whatever.i'm feeling crabby now.bite me.Listening to: At the Drive-in             </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113724747098470252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113724747098470252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113724747098470252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113724747098470252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113695167950902167</id><published>2006-01-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:54:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so long sweet summer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113695167950902167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113695167950902167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113695167950902167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113695167950902167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113618880037675660</id><published>2006-01-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:00:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hullo again.Just got home this morning at 4.30am.aaaand, i'm still pooped.I was up all morning on the PS.So sue me.Have a great day! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113618880037675660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113618880037675660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113618880037675660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113618880037675660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2006/01/hullo-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-113604487209839380</id><published>2005-12-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:22:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm.hello?*taps mic*is this thing on?Hullo boys and girls!Welcome to the second season of Why Wait.i can see you.don't roll your eyes at me.=)I've decided to give this blog a new lease on life.I'm so fond of it and all the memories here that I couldn't bear to watch it die.Or more so because I've got nothing better to do now that school's out.You know what's interesting?I still remember how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/113604487209839380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=113604487209839380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113604487209839380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/113604487209839380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/12/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-111207995776693503</id><published>2005-03-29T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T15:05:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its malicious and ever insane,to leave this girl to writhe in pain,time again she sheds a tear,for it, for there, for him, for her.Her eventful perils,pushing forward on ,her torrential soul,unmistakably torn,and stiched again,with threads of pain,like the sound of rain,dancing on her window pain,little by little liberated,from an overcrowded heart,her love rides roughshod over,the sorrow that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/111207995776693503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=111207995776693503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111207995776693503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111207995776693503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-malicious-and-ever-insane-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-111089184178125437</id><published>2005-03-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:17:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The walls echo a painful sigh,A beautiful smile,A somber lie.A shadowed beat,Of a creaking heart,The foliage of a being disfigured and scared.By a truth that never seemed,Too well enough to wish,Wishing for a moment that life will be like this.Pray for hope, For life for me,Pray a little prayer to live eternally.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/111089184178125437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=111089184178125437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111089184178125437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111089184178125437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/03/walls-echo-painful-sigh-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-111085027637260832</id><published>2005-03-15T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:45:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooneandall.kalsjfiasgaohgfi. (pronounced Kal.suj.fee.ah.seg.aou.huh.guhfee. )Definition. pure and utter nonsense.Used in : Boy. this sucks. its so kalsjfiasgaohgfi-ing.Pardon the absence. pardon the boy. pardon the intellect morons.okay. you lost me.areferaturum medicum.(see you in the hospital)yes yuji. laugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/111085027637260832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=111085027637260832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111085027637260832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111085027637260832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/03/hellooneandall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-111018155054739724</id><published>2005-03-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:45:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GO ON. REPLICATE THE SEA BREEZE. IT'S NOT WORKING, LAD.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/111018155054739724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=111018155054739724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111018155054739724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/111018155054739724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110907771637792515</id><published>2005-02-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:08:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could You?The lights are out tonight,The stars our only source,the moon has given up,on the glow it's always forced,and the earth's tangibly slowing,the clouds are all cleared,the desert's frozen,and the artic's fully seared,so then where do i stand,with my bleeding heart in my hand,you're oblivious to me.leave me. unnoticed again.and the world is fumbling,and i stand nowhere,you speak of a warm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110907771637792515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110907771637792515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110907771637792515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110907771637792515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/02/could-you-lights-are-out-tonight-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110823777633991096</id><published>2005-02-13T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T04:13:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE POET'S DEADbut would you remember?Look beyound the dusty sheet,the drawing music,and the weathered seat,Beyond the tinted,glass that's crackedthr rusted metal,and the soul that lacked,A voice of the fallen,it trembles and quakes,Atlas, it falls to hide,The withered heart that breaksShe was my love,his soul, you know,so why th cold?from friend to foe?Unintending, the boy still cries,she would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110823777633991096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110823777633991096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110823777633991096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110823777633991096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/02/poets-dead-but-would-you-remember-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110805316795442988</id><published>2005-02-11T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T00:32:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's something playing in my mind. dont ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110805316795442988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110805316795442988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110805316795442988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110805316795442988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-something-playing-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110795049140929363</id><published>2005-02-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T20:01:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three weeks long it took to write this song.no. dont frown. its heaven with you around.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110795049140929363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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constantine.one day, heaven and hell were having an arugement. Jesus said, "i, the son of God, can use a computer better than satan here." and satan said, " i. can most definitely use a computer better than any f**ker anywhere."so they had a contest on who could do more work more skillfully on a computer. and they began.both Christ and Satan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110792968277994993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110792968277994993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110792968277994993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110792968277994993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/02/war-between-heaven-and-hell-no-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110716916420808836</id><published>2005-01-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:59:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parables.the tale of the dead,tells the story of time,the time in a story, plotted in a rhyme,the macabre plot,of which we cannot tell,of the passion and the fury, of the soul he chose to sell,like soldiers defend, he stands true to his line,rooted to the ground, the air cuts like a knife,he trembles just like her, he stands in the biting frost,holding on to everything, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110673651110704758</id><published>2005-01-26T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:35:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>black markers for refuge.its scribbles a-flowing on the sheet,holds the key to my defeat,for all my fears spill on this page,i lock them up in flimsy cage,and when it breaks i will know why,but i will smile without a sigh,to stifle my screams, the pen shall bring,me to write a song to sing,a song to sing, for days to come,as each day passes the pain grows numb,will numb my pain and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110673651110704758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110673651110704758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110673651110704758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110673651110704758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/01/black-markers-for-refuge.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110657808587721223</id><published>2005-01-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:49:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beckon for rescue but there's no one there. the light of day's still hiding my fingers in her hair.the wolf howls in respect to the moon. and you should too. kudos to the man who pours the faintest of light on our darkened world when the sun becomes the opposition.the nights are evil. theyre cold like the rusted knife. it's comfort and refuge. but alas, it has worn out its welcome. though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110657808587721223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110657808587721223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110657808587721223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110657808587721223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/01/beckon-for-rescue-but-theres-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110586604029903486</id><published>2005-01-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:00:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Train at 5.13Her shimmering eyes,Her splendour in awe,Her beauty serves well to hide,All the pain she once bore.Your door's closed,and you're heart's shut,Your mind's bleak,and withered but,Mine still bleeds,and it breaks even more,its senseless and mindless,its all i live for,Pain is my elation,And sorrow's in there too,I'd keep them in foreverIf only misery was you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110586604029903486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110586604029903486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110586604029903486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110586604029903486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/01/train-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110525956890334008</id><published>2005-01-09T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:32:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Existentialism on Prom NightStraylight RunWhen the sun came upWe were sleeping inSunk inside our blanketsSprawled across the bed, and wewere dreamingThere are moments whenWhen I know it andThe world revolves around usAnd we're keeping itKeep it all goingThis delicate balanceVulnerable, all knowing(Sing like you think no one's listening)You would kill for thisJust a little bit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110525956890334008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110525956890334008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110525956890334008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110525956890334008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/01/existentialism-on-prom-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110475644202555923</id><published>2005-01-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:47:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. Sorry. There was some stupid cookie problem on my internet explorer. I couldnt update. Okay. Sighs. So much to say, so little time. Right. Here it goes.Outward Bound Brunei Darussalam was a blast. I'd give anything to go back to Brunei. Beats this sty. Really. I can't find the words to use to describe OBBD. It was... well... in a word? Exhilarating. The people, amazing. The views... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110475644202555923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110475644202555923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110475644202555923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110475644202555923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110269878007247777</id><published>2004-12-11T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T01:13:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110269878007247777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110269878007247777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110269878007247777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110269878007247777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110269877793726312</id><published>2004-12-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T01:12:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110269877793726312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110269877793726312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110269877793726312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110269877793726312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823928.post-110235925497426288</id><published>2004-12-07T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T03:21:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This way : Viewing Gallery.Epitome of evilYour eyes like ice,Heart's choked with malice,a mechanical device,A soul so deep,it's a wonder it's therea mystery, a marvel,in perpetual despair,Alone you stand,in the cold you tremble,with tears on your cheekyou resemble a damsel,and through misery,and the hours shaken,out of the painful hourglass,it's all mistaken,that the anguish</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/feeds/110235925497426288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5823928&amp;postID=110235925497426288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110235925497426288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5823928/posts/default/110235925497426288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why-wait.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-way-viewing-gallery.html' title=''/><author><name>Cashvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
