<?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-5569114</id><updated>2011-09-15T23:50:36.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iN my bAlcoNy</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adre</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>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-1524019697535469148</id><published>2011-09-15T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:50:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the frozen eternity is a gift,the hope; a moment of mist.bits of bits to behold,like a surety knowingly foretold.a certainty; oh! the certainty,anticipation fooling the majority.that of which engulfs the mind,a torture that is hopefully kind.gentle, gentle soft braids,it weaves loosely, boldly unafraid.smiling, always smiling,the finality, always with the last try.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/1524019697535469148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=1524019697535469148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/1524019697535469148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/1524019697535469148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2011/09/frozen-eternity-is-gift-hope-moment-of.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-8737733927268503622</id><published>2009-06-21T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:32:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a starting lay of this journey,rides me through a symphony.with a gentle flow of honey,tis be the start of you as company.the gentle glow that trickles in,the slow simmer warming this dream.it awakens the crystal stream,as I engulf in the current's tug unseen.a little more, just a little,like a kid and his love of morning maple.it complicates not and is oh so simple.the sheepish smile holding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/8737733927268503622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=8737733927268503622' 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a sashay... Learning the comfort of hay.. And if she may... Ending with a lil pray.She walks....Stepping away...The elegance of her way...Never denying and saying nay ...Moulding the heartful day~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/664348440020542351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=664348440020542351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/664348440020542351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/664348440020542351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2009/06/embracing-cliche-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-6795585281564690401</id><published>2008-12-17T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:59:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for now i need to say...a loud call from within...restraint to be put away...a side read of (love?) can be seen...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/6795585281564690401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=6795585281564690401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/6795585281564690401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/6795585281564690401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-now-i-need-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-8084406121821293452</id><published>2008-12-01T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:59:46.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know not my own world.I immerse myself in others,but it just adds to the twirl.i soak in pondering the matter.the faces and the voices,hardly ever hold.they skim through the pages,leaving a blank after it unfolds.there was purpose,there was my choice.what was hopeless,was the lost of voice.</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-5569114.post-5146934722738580417</id><published>2008-08-28T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:39:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a weight off with a sigh,is just too little to get by.i wonder if i over try.leading up to a shy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/5146934722738580417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=5146934722738580417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/5146934722738580417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/5146934722738580417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2008/08/weight-off-with-sigh-is-just-too-little.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-8871064248608203978</id><published>2008-08-04T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:29:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now there are things that can be done. Things that should be done. Things is wanted done etc etc.There are however, things that are done.Things that are done, does not creates history, it creates the past. What makes history is the person that get the things done. Events are just as good as nothing, if it weren't for the person who did it. Even if something incredible is done by a nobody, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/8871064248608203978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=8871064248608203978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/8871064248608203978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/8871064248608203978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-there-are-things-that-can-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-8720908485510289001</id><published>2008-07-13T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:00:21.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heart stammers,you really matter.all love gather,in a brand new manner.enough nonsense,let panties fly!and did i mention?we have the night to get by!i touch ur toe,u touch mine.it's time to grow,let us intertwine!a little to the left,a little lower.a case of cherry theft,a case of plucked flower.the day is here,now don't u tear.the sky is clear,lets stay in gear!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/8720908485510289001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=8720908485510289001' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and welcome its kiss~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/1304582500102935045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=1304582500102935045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/1304582500102935045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/1304582500102935045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-lifes-pleasure.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-2424479634357487892</id><published>2008-07-05T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:21:26.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not talk in riddles,I will not rhyme.This is no fiddle,this is not the time.That was a lie,Pardon me so,A rhyme just gets me by,so here I go.Friendship takes fears,or so I'm told.they make me see clear,as a path unfold.I have had friends,who saw me cry.losing them is a trend,now I wonder why.I shall not forget!and not lose sight!there was this and that,and there was also might!That is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/2424479634357487892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=2424479634357487892' 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it colour wonders to see...enthrall in its lustful motion,a hold to blush a wee...Let there be the fire,cause it begins between the mid...allure within its dire,a tint; bashful hip...Let there be the earth,cause its richness' embraces all...immerse beyond its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/931312227799007854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=931312227799007854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/931312227799007854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/931312227799007854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-there-be-wind-cause-its-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-5771520829582703139</id><published>2007-03-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:54:13.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sentimentally tainted,beautifully overhauled.immensely scented,this lifes journey of fault.it matters not,like a twirling glide.this losing plot,is one to slip and slide.to hold firm,to steer tamei stay stern,i lose my fame.to be seen,i'd rather not.i leave this scene,i now undo this knot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/5771520829582703139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=5771520829582703139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/5771520829582703139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/5771520829582703139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2007/03/sentimentally-tainted-beautifully.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-115310846401659032</id><published>2006-07-17T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:56:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gliding through darkness,a glow.with twenty one behind timeless,my show.a texture that satisfies,i peel.a comfort that pries,a thrill.the crisp sound of silence,i see.a lushful room of red,is me.my hold is nowhere,i slip.somehow i live adhere,a trick.I care not,i take.i seek a forti make.help me,i plead. with you,i leap.fall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/115310846401659032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=115310846401659032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/115310846401659032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/115310846401659032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2006/07/gliding-through-darkness-glow.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-114540455631137011</id><published>2006-04-19T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:23:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to be far apart.brings about a tart.it ruins my heart.puncturing it swiftly with a dart.so i say,my dear look to the day.where no more will you be at bay.it's temporary; with me you shall stay.simple lines,to let out and define.oh what a fate to find,a fate that glimmers and shine.my mirror shall be silent.its heart shattering and violent.there will be no siren,leaving a dazzling mask of iron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/114540455631137011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=114540455631137011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114540455631137011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114540455631137011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-be-far-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-114498857200187264</id><published>2006-04-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:24:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the dry soul.. the moist mind.. the hatred so cold... i curse everything that i find...breezy nights are restlessness.. my sweat caresses.. down my face.. through my body... my hell.. but i breathe; live it... i wear it.GREENconqured by its rules.maybe i love it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/114498857200187264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=114498857200187264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114498857200187264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114498857200187264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2006/04/dry-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-114034871013728297</id><published>2006-02-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:31:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seizzing opportunities. Something I ahve been figeting to do ever sinc e I have been enlisted in the army. Now close to a 6 months old soldier I have acepted the fact that I am a soldier. it sucks really it does. Tho I ahve learnt to have fun being one in the most weird of way. I have fun soldiering. Make whatever IO have to do interesting to myself. It works really, for me at least.Well seizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/114034871013728297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=114034871013728297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114034871013728297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/114034871013728297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2006/02/seizzing-opportunities.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-113365789906164914</id><published>2005-12-04T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:39:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Considering the signification of today's date, I would like to take the time to congragtulate a few of my friends on their relationships. Firstly Sharita, I am glad you have found someone special. Someone who is willing to stay by your side. It took a while(a whole long while to be more precise), but now you have him. An advice, if you thought the courting process was hard, it's not as hard as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/113365789906164914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=113365789906164914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113365789906164914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113365789906164914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/12/considering-signification-of-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-113308635446198867</id><published>2005-11-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:12:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend was an eyeopener. I was trying too hard.. then i got it. what I always felt when i  hit the jackpot. Got her the perfect gift from me to her. Nothing original I guess.. but exactly what I wanted. The beauty of it however doesn;t lie in the gift, but what the gift did for us. Only myself and her knows this.that is what a gift is supposed to do. Make things better,this week  have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/113308635446198867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=113308635446198867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113308635446198867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113308635446198867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-weekend-was-eyeopener.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-113183372333034002</id><published>2005-11-13T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:23:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know naught anything,the passing scences whizzing.no crack no crumble,I even miss a rumble.Hey there, I am here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/113183372333034002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=113183372333034002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113183372333034002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/113183372333034002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-naught-anything-passing-scences.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112944077784791269</id><published>2005-10-16T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:32:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my balcony,the rain stares in. dripping one drop too many,looking for a soul within.dimmed lights,the lacking figure.a view untouched by sight.a hollow burn of fever.a curtain's flow,gently fluttering.reaching out the shadow,no one; a hollow song to sing.My empty balcony.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112944077784791269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112944077784791269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112944077784791269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112944077784791269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-my-balcony-rain-stares-in.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112822286181688768</id><published>2005-10-02T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:14:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah the wee of the morning,The depth of the night.begins the path of my mourning,As i take a seperate flight.My dear friends you are missed,doubt not the enroute we took.The kicks and the fists.the creation of the befitting book.regards,Your friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112822286181688768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112822286181688768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112822286181688768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112822286181688768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-wee-of-morning-depth-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112614452041520503</id><published>2005-09-08T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:55:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A letter to Farhana,This is a difficult moment for you, for us both. Let me say it here and now that this is a step that i come to accept. I am resolute to this path. This is a path that will bring us a step closer, a step forward. A new level that has a greater meaning and defination that we have allowed ourselves to see. This path will let us hang on to hope and not physical presence. Hope, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112614452041520503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112614452041520503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112614452041520503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112614452041520503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/09/letter-to-farhana-this-is-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112540041322938167</id><published>2005-08-30T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:13:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a wave from life,straight through it dives.as i beat the bay,Oh how i wish i may.applause given,for saving heaven.black pupils eyes and all,should i fail them all?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112540041322938167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112540041322938167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112540041322938167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112540041322938167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/08/wave-from-life-straight-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112528997874454942</id><published>2005-08-29T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:32:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1)Haider2)sonu 3)derder THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1) wadershush2) adre3)supermanTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1) Hair (on the head)2) Jaw3) cheekbones THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1)my body(half worked out)2) feet3) THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:1) God2) Being alone3) myselfTHREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:1)Hana 2) myself3) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112528997874454942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112528997874454942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112528997874454942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112528997874454942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-names-you-go-by-1haider-2sonu.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112505754904425267</id><published>2005-08-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:59:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>clearly things must pass by. So let it pass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112505754904425267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112505754904425267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112505754904425267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112505754904425267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/08/clearly-things-must-pass-by.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112453987276154236</id><published>2005-08-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:11:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey kitty cat,look at me.i'm a nice chap,i feel so free.i wish that was true,as i always learn anew.the monster surpressed grew.again and again it renew.i'm sad but it's there.i'm glad when i see you through.but this monster,it's within; what do i do?lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112453987276154236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112453987276154236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112453987276154236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112453987276154236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-kitty-cat-look-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112428743443640394</id><published>2005-08-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:07:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you see my brain is messed up. really messed up. i think too much.. but i am not sorry for myself. i am used to getting my messed up mind screwed like that.. let things happen.. i will pull through.. if God permits.. my 150th post.. heaven knows why i said that.to my friends.. those who i see a lot and those who i have been amissed for one reason or another...how are you guys doing?the sorrow of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112428743443640394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112428743443640394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112428743443640394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112428743443640394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-see-my-brain-is-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112247447776988370</id><published>2005-07-27T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:19:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seeking light in brightness,closing your eyes in darkness.search within the depth of control,unfold, unleash uncurl and behold.for tis is the light that you seek.and the darkness that you meek.impress your unimpress,within is greater then the surface's caress.'butterflies' is sweet,hand twins will always meet.no taunt in my eye,never; when it's 'happiness' aby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112247447776988370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112247447776988370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112247447776988370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112247447776988370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/07/seeking-light-in-brightness-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112135166976051813</id><published>2005-07-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:34:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally.. tears</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112135166976051813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112135166976051813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112135166976051813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112135166976051813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-112112722816069749</id><published>2005-07-12T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:12:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 7.45 am in the morning ... after an early morning jog with my beloved (perks of living nearby) here i am online on my brother's imac blogging as my laptop is not with me at the moment(no prizes as to guessing who it's with heh). My brother sleeping behind me and my friend izad sleeping on my sofa..izad an I both had a haircut ready for graduation day and were shopping along with hanif, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/112112722816069749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=112112722816069749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112112722816069749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/112112722816069749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-7.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111972051086441195</id><published>2005-06-26T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:28:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>screw the previous entry..:P I am happy... really..once upon a time...there will not be a the end...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111972051086441195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111972051086441195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111972051086441195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111972051086441195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/screw-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111971561663570465</id><published>2005-06-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:06:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to chill.. and stop thinking too much.. for those who says yea right.. haider and thinking.. doesn;t go... well shows how much you know about me.. and it also means that i dun really want you to know me and thus show a very superficial side of me..:)Many know that I want to just die when I am 35.. well with current cuicumstance I don;t not anymore.. even if u reverse the number to 53... I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111971561663570465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111971561663570465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111971561663570465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111971561663570465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-to-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111936822698967905</id><published>2005-06-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:37:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiZ.. must you all really test me?... seriously..annoying.. it's all annoying...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111936822698967905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111936822698967905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111936822698967905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111936822698967905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111923731834718707</id><published>2005-06-20T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:52:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blog blog blog.. ah.. I sure have a lot to say.. but definitely not able to.. not that things I wana blog is a secret or wld get me sued or anything.. just that when i attempt to blog.. i just end up smiling to myelf. Things are splendid...See.. exactly what i mean.. that'Z all I can say. A one liner... oh gosh.. Haider has his toungue tied.. that sucks. Heh.. then again, it's not too bad..I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111923731834718707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111923731834718707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111923731834718707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111923731834718707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111881418143997856</id><published>2005-06-15T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:43:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i crawled into bed at 5.30am after a night out. What a splendid night out..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111881418143997856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111881418143997856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111881418143997856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111881418143997856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-crawled-into-bed-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111840687152019344</id><published>2005-06-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:34:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raffles Institution The School That Suited You Most! brought to you by Quizillautter BULLSHIT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111840687152019344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111840687152019344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111840687152019344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111840687152019344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/raffles-institution-school-that-suited.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111834437677798782</id><published>2005-06-10T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:12:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LESSON ON SINGINGTime check.. 2.46 am.. just finished my first lesson in singing from my bro.. AND BOY CAN'T I SING... okok.. i noe everyone knows this for a fact... but thing is.. even u guys out there who things u all can sing.. think again. even tho u might have the voice.. tuning tone and etc... it's all majorly difficult. (kudos who those who can really sing)... am passing and filling my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111834437677798782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111834437677798782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111834437677798782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111834437677798782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/lesson-on-singing-time-check.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111810920606044373</id><published>2005-06-07T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:45:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here, consider this. A man, sitting down in his library/study whichever you prefer. Resting his head looking peaceful. Though upon a look closer you will see his temples moving. Which basically means he is thinking, no pondering about a dilemma. The poor soul; such burdens should not be drawn to him or anyone else. Well at least not this late into the night. The cruelness of the world. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111810920606044373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111810920606044373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111810920606044373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111810920606044373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-consider-this.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111793286510097227</id><published>2005-06-05T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:54:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ponder upon what is to be known,and understand the twist and turn.No regrets now that it's all shown,Why else would there be a hesitant?nice day.. no?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111793286510097227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111793286510097227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111793286510097227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111793286510097227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/ponder-upon-what-is-to-be-known-and.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111767853573022197</id><published>2005-06-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:15:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Understanding the demads of one's thinking. It is not his choice to think.. his mind wonders. Some calls it a weak aspect. Tho he doesn't think so. The power of his mind is his. Such thoughts will come and go as it pleases. The mind will then drive the heart's desire. The moments lasts agonizingly long, especially when it hurts. Tsk tsk. Annoying.He who do not know how to deal with it will suffer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111767853573022197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111767853573022197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111767853573022197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111767853573022197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/06/understanding-demads-of-ones-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111721613945460943</id><published>2005-05-28T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:39:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the fringes are smooth..the mirror echoing the dens..say it loud together in groove...THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS!the aeroplane; still not right..as tears drip in hand with a crash...realizing as life flashes it's final bright....THERE ARE STILL NO SUCH THINGS AS FRENS!dimly litted rooms are for plenty..photography: readings; sex and plenty other trends...oh so many things that one can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111721613945460943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111721613945460943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111721613945460943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111721613945460943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/05/fringes-are-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111700727568379573</id><published>2005-05-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:47:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Dominant Thinking Style:ExploringYou thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.You show people how to question their models of the world.Your Secondary Thinking Style:ModifyingSuper logical and rational, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111700727568379573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111700727568379573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111700727568379573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111700727568379573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-dominant-thinking-styleexploring.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111694742930024519</id><published>2005-05-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:10:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the purest of writings.. comes like a river..   to capture it's meaning.. wld take one to look beyond his mirror</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111694742930024519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111694742930024519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111694742930024519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111694742930024519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/05/purest-of-writings.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111599964330207647</id><published>2005-05-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:56:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing spoken  nothing written,the givings and happenings hurts upon smitten.all gone unsaid.endurance is a game played..with unknown things ending up dead.now the pattern is a futile reading.the hearts desire is understanbly nonunderstanding.i just go and go..tentalizing is the show;at least to some.. for me; as i said i go.the last bit makes one boggle,cause it is a actually a fuddle.that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111599964330207647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111599964330207647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111599964330207647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111599964330207647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-spoken-nothing-written-givings.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111504661455021914</id><published>2005-05-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:40:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel drunk.heh... ppl laugh at that..plainly cause i don;t drink..oh well doesn't really matterI need better friendsreally i do...or maybe i need a gal?nah that'd failed miserably before.have a cigarette..make things gd..eh? no way..things suck but i'm gdmomentarily high..living what ppl call life.keep on pretendingbut don't bluff.think black, white.. smokes and shadiness... ugly piture that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111504661455021914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111504661455021914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111504661455021914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111504661455021914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111486774171058320</id><published>2005-04-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:46:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A stranger's travel is nice. The stranger is there; u notice him just for the moment. You can't avoid seeing the weird stranger. But for the next moment.. the sranger doesn;t exist. Now the stranger doesn;t care that you don't remember him, no not at all. Cause the stranger doesn;t remember you as well. Thus was my trip to M'sia from the 22nd night till the 28th of April 2005 and every other trip</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111486774171058320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111486774171058320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111486774171058320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111486774171058320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/strangers-travel-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111349627772117866</id><published>2005-04-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:46:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Sharita and myself were at Borders... looking for books obviously, then we heard over the income something like, 'Haider come to 243'... apparently there was someone with my name working there.. welll no biggie eh?then as we walked around we saw this guy who looked exactly like me... a carbon copy!.. DAMN i thought i was looking in the mirror. You guys who thought my bro and I looked alike, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111349627772117866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111349627772117866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111349627772117866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111349627772117866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-sharita-and-myself-were-at-borders.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111298253196592501</id><published>2005-04-09T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:59:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hank walks away, shifting his tie to the left a bit. The sunset is one to remember. The kind that comes on a day like this of which you would not expect. Blinding light of warmth slowly making way to the cooling chill of the moonrays.He tipped his hat, pulled up the collar of his trench and walked on. Away he goes from that spot. One would never have thought it was possible for him to be standing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111298253196592501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111298253196592501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111298253196592501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111298253196592501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/hank-walks-away-shifting-his-tie-to.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111279523739266467</id><published>2005-04-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:47:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNyanother thing to snack on.. 1/4 bottle of nutella just like that~ YUM YUM</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111279523739266467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111279523739266467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111279523739266467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111279523739266467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-my-balcony-another-thing-to-snack.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111251344977696243</id><published>2005-04-03T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:30:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNyThe latest thing i like to 'snack' on... 2 spoonful of honey.. just like that..YUMMY~!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111251344977696243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111251344977696243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111251344977696243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111251344977696243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-my-balcony-latest-thing-i-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111228739421297733</id><published>2005-04-01T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:46:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dumbi attempt to tell 2 of my close if not closest frens about stuff that are bugging me.. and one is more concerned about someone else.. and the other was busy playing an april's fools joke on me..nice ppl i know..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111228739421297733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111228739421297733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111228739421297733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111228739421297733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/04/dumb-i-attempt-to-tell-2-of-my-close.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111227290116297213</id><published>2005-03-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:41:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNyi think of her.. i see her.. and boy do i ever dream of her... but she knows not of all of these.. oblivious to my feelings.. with such smile that can dwindle my strength.. and bring my heart so high and shatter my hope all at once... she need not know..I know this now.. as long as I realise and accept it all.. it is enough.. I hope....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111227290116297213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111227290116297213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111227290116297213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111227290116297213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-my-balcony-i-think-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111195305519096900</id><published>2005-03-28T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:52:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Love Poemblah blah blah,blah blah blah.blah blha blah,blah blah blah.gorgeous isn't it'?.. What's ur interpretation of it?.. love sucks..? love is boring?.. love have no words to describe it?... love love is anything that u want it to be?frankly.. love sucks.! i hate falling for someone, can't think engh about her.. hate her for making me feel like shit.. i mean what makes her so damn gd that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111195305519096900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111195305519096900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111195305519096900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111195305519096900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-poem-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111185095572838241</id><published>2005-03-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:29:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNy&lt;!--result text--&gt;You are a Super Supreme Pizza!Being the house special, you have an attractive character and you are a born leader. Your charisma comes from your vast knowledge and charming personality. People enjoy engaging in fulfiling conversations with you because you never fail to give them new insights on many issues. Definitely a pizza of substance!Which type of Supreme </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111185095572838241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111185095572838241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111185095572838241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111185095572838241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-my-balcony-you-are-super-supreme.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111168809098492636</id><published>2005-03-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:35:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now it's time to say 'the end',thank you for holding my hand.the past is now a chapter ended.with memories that will go unfaded.tears din flow.they din show.this is not a cause.for such sorrowful remorse.history brings us to the present.the fears, joy and tensions.the flow just goes.g15 will not have an overdose.Before sunsets ,We glow.Before sunrise,It;s still our showNow i Say,tmr's not our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111168809098492636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111168809098492636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111168809098492636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111168809098492636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-its-time-to-say-end-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111155269741233213</id><published>2005-03-23T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:38:17.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNyAm currently in the labs with izad and soffie.. the fellowship of the locker.. time has almost come to an end for this fellowship and we have to clear up our mess~!! planning to do so next thursday..:Poh well.. waiting for TWP paper to start... sheesh.. left home too early.. finished revising alreadi so yea.. nothing to do for the moment but enjoy companionship and the kewl air </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111155269741233213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111155269741233213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111155269741233213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111155269741233213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-my-balcony-am-currently-in-labs.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111103061250002492</id><published>2005-03-17T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:36:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I give up...i have lost the essence of life...to feel and express..the anger don't burst...the joy don't jump..the laughter won;t come...the sorrow won't tear...the love won't show...this is not another poetical garb..something that is real of me..it's all within me. i know and understand the feeling's presence...that's as far as it goes..no more .. no less..it's a sad thing really.. but even so.</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-5569114.post-111063141491322865</id><published>2005-03-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:08:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ends rise....the soul passeswithout looking... once twice thricethe forth just carassesa stream flowsjolts memory's smilethe love book showsshe places my heart on trial.wedding ringsi don't seek.tears they bring.subtly my heart turns agonizingly meek.clearly the poise...that lust touches..makes no sway or voice..like lovers dancesthe moment is just a shieldsomething that just serveswhich </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/111063141491322865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=111063141491322865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111063141491322865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/111063141491322865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/03/ends-rise.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-111008407323623462</id><published>2005-03-06T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:41:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up sad todae.real damn sad.been long since it's happen anyway...years maybe i;d saywow.. i woke up sad todaep.s. same reason why i last felt this way.</summary><link 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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-5569114.post-110857189788501115</id><published>2005-02-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:38:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me go..pls let me go..i dun wana stay..pls make my day.i can;t stand the flow,of the extravagent show.no more no more...i'm walking out the door.tis is true.my heart is blue.slipping veins of my heart.draining my warmth out.the tension breaks lose,the cuckoo rings 2.i break this truce,sadly it is a must to do...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110857189788501115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110857189788501115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.You would make a fantastic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110748132896441993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110748132896441993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110748132896441993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110748132896441993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-dominant-intelligence-is.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110745497514973800</id><published>2005-02-04T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T09:36:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a nations disintrigation,is a neccessity.when there's a halt in imagination.you will only see pure clarity.clarity; cutting a crystal's ring,a river of nation blindness.widening the banks of a string.out comes it all; madness.flow it jappo; continue rambling,your greek has more sense.my foot abruptly stopped stamping,i'm gone towards better fence.screw thy mother,yourselves.and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110745497514973800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110745497514973800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110745497514973800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110745497514973800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/02/nations-disintrigation-is-neccessity.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110734327365089365</id><published>2005-02-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:21:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110734327365089365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110734327365089365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110734327365089365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110734327365089365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110646061800608237</id><published>2005-01-23T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:16:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Mystic Gem Stone Relates To You?created with QuizFarm.com You scored as Emerald. Positive yet caring, sensitive and simply divine, emerald-types have the qualities of a perfect friend. They value loyalty and inner contentment, and have time to stand by and listen when someone has a hardship to face. They also seem to have a good memory aswell, as it is something the gems themselves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110646061800608237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110646061800608237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110646061800608237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110646061800608237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-mystic-gem-stone-relates-to.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110468265651020021</id><published>2005-01-03T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:17:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a new year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110468265651020021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110468265651020021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110468265651020021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110468265651020021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110398835979417079</id><published>2004-12-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:53:44.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS A HAPPY ONE,EVERYONE REALLY SHOULD KNOW.A TIME FOR ME TO HUM,RAINBOW HAS SHONE BEYOND THE DEPTH OF SNOW.SHE HAS FOUND HER UNIVERSE OF FUN.I AM EVER SO GLAD TO ANNOUNCE,NODDY MY BELOVED FRIEND HAS FINALL FOUND.MANY HAS TRIED AND JUST BOUNCED,YE HEART IS FINALLY SOUND.HAIDER SHALL NOT SHED A TEAR,ESPECIALLY NOT AT THIS HEART WARMING TRIBUTE.A GIRL WHO DESERVES NO COMMITMENT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110398835979417079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110398835979417079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110398835979417079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110398835979417079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-happy-one-everyone-really.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110299601346703714</id><published>2004-12-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T15:46:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what can I say?i shrug.As I get Struck,My movement to no avail.I look back on my stay,I shrug.Have I made my mark?Just a trail leading many astray.Plenty asks if I may,I shrug.Can I?.. I feel stuck.stationery; slowly getting staleDo I fear the way?I shrug.undecicive of my own embark.the ship which will take my sail.I dreamt; I sway,stopped my shrug.sprinting gracefully in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110299601346703714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110299601346703714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110299601346703714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110299601346703714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-can-i-say-i-shrug.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110148523712128618</id><published>2004-11-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:25:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a call for my loveoh this yearn.the shiver that you cast.thou face missing as I turn,your lips are my only trust.your touch burns my passion,my soul; for you it flows.bring me down to heaven,shivering;your ecstasy my overdose.please lighten the shadow.unveil the white light.play the tune; so sweet, sorrow and mellow.i call upon my beloved and start my endless flight.as I mutter,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110148523712128618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110148523712128618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110148523712128618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110148523712128618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/call-for-my-love-oh-this-yearn.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110122579985689970</id><published>2004-11-24T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:06:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNybe myself.. I have no self. I smile i talk i cry not like meI am me... but wat is me? I am finding myself. losing might while i drift to sleep.... 'phaeriedust'(copyright lynn) swirls through .. as the fluff engulf me in a blanket... I know nothing, I feel nothing... I move nothing...  but I can do everythingthaT is Haider but not me.so the journey continues, the chapter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110122579985689970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110122579985689970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110122579985689970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110122579985689970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-my-balcony-be-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110122417895129800</id><published>2004-11-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:36:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Star Wars Masturbation Method Is: Tinkering With the R2 UnitGet your own Star Wars Masturbation Method</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110122417895129800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110122417895129800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110122417895129800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110122417895129800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/your-star-wars-masturbation-method-is.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110119437048778350</id><published>2004-11-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:19:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are From VenusYou love all forms of beauty. You love dressing up and anything luxurious.A social butterfly, you're incredibly popular and a great host.You're known for your fairness and affection. And as a frind to all.Careful though! You're desire to please may make you too willing to conform.Be yourself. Focus on what matters to you. You'll be all the more popular for it.What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110119437048778350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110119437048778350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119437048778350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119437048778350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-from-venus-you-love-all-forms.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110119208591526509</id><published>2004-11-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:41:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taurus - Your Love ProfileYour positive traits:You tend to stick with relationships - through the good and the bad.You are a great listener and tend to give valuable advice.Cautious and careful, you never jump in recklessly... saving yourself from heartbreak.Your negative traits:Money is very important to you, so much so that it's a cause of arguments in relationships.If your lover</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110119208591526509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110119208591526509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119208591526509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119208591526509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/taurus-your-love-profile-your-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110119410411943850</id><published>2004-11-23T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:15:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Penis Name is: Big LebowskiGet your own Penis Namewth~!!..damn!You Are the Enthusiast    7  You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life.You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new.Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy.You prefer to keep things light with others. Opening up is hard for you.What number </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110119410411943850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110119410411943850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119410411943850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110119410411943850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/your-penis-name-is-big-lebowskiget.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110118543769449896</id><published>2004-11-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:10:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Pundit Blogger!Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few.What kind of blogger are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110118543769449896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110118543769449896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110118543769449896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110118543769449896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-pundit-blogger-your-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-110000998204328217</id><published>2004-11-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:02:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>constant measure of life can only make a person go crazy i thinkso screwing life is a good thing.now take me for example.I lead a very mundane life,trying to make it more enriching by doing things that i like.catch a movie, slack with frens.. play games.. chat..etc.i do it over and over againand before you noe it.DAMN~! it's mundane~!!! aha I mean...why measure your life? SCREW IT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/110000998204328217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=110000998204328217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110000998204328217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/110000998204328217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/constant-measure-of-life-can-only-make.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109967495284301596</id><published>2004-11-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T12:28:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wld anyone go to a party with me? really please come. It's gona be fun. You have my word.it's a beautiful party.. there'll be a dude wearing striped coat, curly black hair,.. there's also gona be the girl.. in a navy blue gown.. yea..you can bet she'll have a shawl to match the dress...the night will be splendid tmr. the cool breeze.. i'll feel safe then. wrapped in the neverending wind that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109967495284301596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109967495284301596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109967495284301596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109967495284301596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/11/wld-anyone-go-to-party-with-me-really.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109915464260758445</id><published>2004-10-31T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:22:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm angry,not at the fucking girl sandy.she's juZ handy,at giving joe a spanky.i want to see the gore,to let go of my bore.then theres that whore,who asks the dog for more.manupilative santa,that fat old kranka.mother fucking freaking bastard,go home and wank ur custard~!Haider.. plain and simple,isn't it so easy?i stand and i can crumble,my life i choose the cold and breezy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109915464260758445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109915464260758445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109915464260758445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109915464260758445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-angry-not-at-fucking-girl-sandy.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109699814357416952</id><published>2004-10-06T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:45:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iN my bAlcoNytears... din flow.. just welled...lips iced dry.moisture held...i finally did let go,when was the last?2 rounds ago?am i at my current?into the seventh,where lies the heaven?the diminishing touch,won't release my yearn.lusting within the pain with such.i assure you,haider.(aDrE)It is and shall always be true.a confession to myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109699814357416952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109699814357416952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109699814357416952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109699814357416952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-my-balcony-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109668306685399252</id><published>2004-10-02T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T10:11:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dun really noe if it's true... but i tihnk it is.. but the name.. 'ideal lover' doesn't.. the description of it kinda describes me i think... hmmm...  I am the Ideal Lover Most people have dreams in their youth that get shattered or worn down with age. They find themselves disappointed by people, events, reality, which cannot match their youthful ideals. Ideal Lovers thrive on people's broken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109668306685399252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109668306685399252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109668306685399252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109668306685399252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/10/dun-really-noe-if-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109642436153167382</id><published>2004-09-29T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:47:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got these from apri's blog (deus_ex)... and from noddy as well...btw there's a new entry before this post....How to make a HaiderIngredients:5 parts anger5 parts humour3 parts joyMethod:Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add lustfulness to taste! Do not overindulge!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comMy japanese name is 原 Hara (wilderness) 海斗 Kaito (big dipper of the ocean).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109642436153167382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109642436153167382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109642436153167382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109642436153167382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/09/got-these-from-apris-blog-deusex.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109642406521358235</id><published>2004-09-29T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:14:25.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darn it.. i expect life to be more of an adventure then whatever I'm going through now..-.- maybe I'm too young to say this.. but up till now life is boring.. it'Z alwayZ the same.. happiness, frenZ(not that i'm unappreciative), family, love, anger, sadness .. same old same old...I mean... myself and the rest of the ppl of the world took a great big risk when we swam our lil' spermy hearts out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109642406521358235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109642406521358235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109642406521358235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109642406521358235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/09/darn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109413815889433989</id><published>2004-09-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:23:31.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life, my love is myself my world my beat.i glide it like on a smooth surface tip.i lift myself and surf within,the deep of my dreams where i need no healing.I bring the swift breeze of death,the promise of eternity in health.as a new spring dawns,glady i live this scorn.sing it one more time,hear it loud as I mime.the illusion is mine,i know i do it just fine.I move my feet,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109413815889433989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109413815889433989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109413815889433989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109413815889433989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-life-my-love-is-myself-my-world-my.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-109171571945091324</id><published>2004-08-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:21:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with a cracked skull i walk,freefalling  the world pass me. the rush and the gush of blood. Expected but never came. Puzzled look as queries arise. why to they strive? my beat is mine.. i'm bleeding just fine. Deceiving are the looks, as the trickle feeling warms my mind.Whoever says that the pulse on your hand beats the same as your heart, a fool is he for that can never be.  The pulse driven </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/109171571945091324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=109171571945091324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109171571945091324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/109171571945091324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/08/with-cracked-skull-i-walkfreefalling.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-108610945715721937</id><published>2004-06-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T01:04:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>through a cracked skullsights sworn upon not to forget... glides somewhere unspoken untell... the old man takes of his hat,that sounds the bell...pungent rooms in grand fineness,appears unhunt.the ends of ugliness,jumps to the front.tick and tack,frowning glows overflowssmiling dreams of rotten sack,oh vividly those.funny it is these,night of ocean stars,shadowed by the meekly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/108610945715721937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=108610945715721937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108610945715721937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108610945715721937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/06/through-cracked-skull-sights-sworn.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-108407488648407268</id><published>2004-05-09T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T01:05:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is not what is said or withheld,it is the action, reaction and what is felt.why not one understand ?don't say that right is unsaid;damn!words shatter upon my sight,unpenetrating is stops dead.admittance to clouds left unfight,the thumping break of blur red.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108407488648407268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108407488648407268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-is-not-what-is-said-or-withheld-it.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569114.post-108403726688810455</id><published>2004-05-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T01:39:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fond.slp my angel sleep....dream my angel dream...feel the rough caress deepas the touch tells wat i scream.i love thee,i hurt.clearly i see...i am dirt.anger whirls.jealousy burns.sorrow hurls.sadness churns.the clear path i dream,but i am dirt i am.but as i turn to the seeni've left my filth since the starting end.breathing gently,paradise lingers your smile.dirt cradles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/108403726688810455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=108403726688810455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108403726688810455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108403726688810455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108403372612964656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108403372612964656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/05/with-feeling-of-love-follows-legacy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-108074505764168631</id><published>2004-03-31T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:12:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever sat down,cause u feel like it. And when you do.. your weary legs feel so much at ease.. and your head oozes out any thoughts in it. I just had one of those moments. A few mins only, but good minutes. Started out thinking about my friends and myself and all, wondering if I had any. And if i did, why do they act the way they do. It's pretty sucky and all, as in, changes in my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/108074505764168631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=108074505764168631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108074505764168631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/108074505764168631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/03/have-you-ever-sat-downcause-u-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107819175968521983</id><published>2004-03-02T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:30:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the words of a mentor...' You always want to make the people around you happy...It effects your leadership'. these words rings in my head everr since that day. Mr Nice guy don;t get nowhere it seems. the decisions I've made during my few leadership roles given to me always seem to get me into trouble cause i wasn't forceful enough to ensure works get done. I vowed to change it. Those words rang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107819175968521983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107819175968521983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107819175968521983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107819175968521983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/03/words-of-mentor.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107754826883928385</id><published>2004-02-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:59:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi haider.. how dee ho?.. looking great.. but that twitch... is that a sign?... is anything wrong?.. maybe not eh bud?.. i could be wrong... watever it is.. try to be strong.. dun be sad.. screw the sappy.. listen to lively song.. embrace hatred... clench ur fist.. wana know what this is?... it's fume.. dun be mad or sad.. be mad and sad hand in hand~!.. how dee ho... haider.. i'll take my leave.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107754826883928385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107754826883928385' 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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-5569114.post-107669162186686419</id><published>2004-02-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T01:02:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dun like myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107669162186686419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107669162186686419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107669162186686419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107669162186686419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-dun-like-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107647783357736512</id><published>2004-02-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T13:41:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jasmine is here beside me now.. hehehehehelalala... =p*smileZ*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107647783357736512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107647783357736512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107647783357736512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107647783357736512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/jasmine-is-here-beside-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107637686619531342</id><published>2004-02-10T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T09:42:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you heard the saying, 'an angel's calling'?Is it supposed to be good or bad?asking me, i have no telling.if it happens should i be happy or sad?It is said an angel is good,all good and no malice.doesn't an angel have any mood?being flat with joy makes them hard for us to cherish.An angel's call is melodious,but what if it's of anguish?then screw the hair and your conscious,run, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107637686619531342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107637686619531342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107637686619531342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107637686619531342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/have-you-heard-saying-angels-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107621425634670504</id><published>2004-02-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:26:00.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am The FoolThe Fool can signal a new beginning or change of direction - one that will guide you onto a path of adventure, wonder and personal growth. He also reminds you to keep your faith and trust your natural responses. If you are facing a decision or moment of doubt, the Fool tells you to believe in yourself and follow your heart no matter how crazy or foolish your impulses may seem.For a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107621425634670504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107621425634670504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107621425634670504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107621425634670504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-foolthe-fool-can-signal-new.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107615411191586522</id><published>2004-02-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:37:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever?missed your favourite show?the show that you... oh so savour,the one from the start you've followed the flow.What could it be?that wouuld make you miss it.could it be to get chips for free?would that make the miss seem fit?The dillema that swirls,as you ponder to decide.deciding just like a girl,to clad the red or the white.Decision made,you take the miss.with that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107615411191586522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107615411191586522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107615411191586522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107615411191586522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/have-you-ever-missed-your-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107566036995586116</id><published>2004-02-02T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T02:37:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new month is born, (jaZ ©) =Xaway are the previous scorn?dun for once think that,if so, then u're really sad.move on,but dun wave to the past morn.hold it even though it's scary,as u'd cradle a baby.don't linger and stay stiff,take the next step even if it's steep.plunge if you must,in my words please do trust.the past is a lesson,a drop will mean u've risen.ahead is tomorrow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107566036995586116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107566036995586116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107566036995586116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107566036995586116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-month-is-born-jaz-x-away-are.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107538523237983704</id><published>2004-01-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:08:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel it,gripping making me sick.Bluring my vison clear,feeling the heat of my tear.causes the shift in my slumber,pounding..ringing louder than thunder.My chest feels the weight,like water wanting to burst through the gate.I try to brush it away,but it is here to stay.I guess it comes,seeing if I remain calm.Screw it..whatever..whoever,don't creep just show me your fucking cover.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107538523237983704/comments/default' 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type='text'>Have you ever seen the view?a view that sinks within you.the sight of the sun high above the mountain peak.brightly in radiance smiling, glowing as if it would speak.this is the sight, pure and blissfulClose you eyes feel the rythm of the beautiful.go beyond the beauty.as you smile listen to the beats carefully,as the wind silently howls, and the birds chirps carefreely.Find the truth of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/feeds/107495244298058872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569114&amp;postID=107495244298058872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107495244298058872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569114/posts/default/107495244298058872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadershush.blogspot.com/2004/01/have-you-ever-seen-view-view-that.html' title=''/><author><name>adre</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-5569114.post-107443075638573267</id><published>2004-01-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:30:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before i really get satrted.. I want to say, simplicity is an art.The Malay tradition. The tradition that surrounds me the most as compared to other traditions and stuff, in the sense of the language i learn and my close frenZ(dun get me wrong i ain't racist) Once again I have been erm fortunate shd I say, to be ale to grace a Malay event. "hi-tea with Siti 25" something lidat. 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