<?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-1817055485707986221</id><updated>2011-12-02T12:28:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonk is a funny little girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>you came here to see soul,and you will get nothing less.i hope.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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now I had sworn to myself&lt;br /&gt;that I'm content with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;'cos none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;br /&gt;the only exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4120429926011115105?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4120429926011115105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4120429926011115105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4120429926011115105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4120429926011115105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-dm-e.html' title='u an dm e'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-5400053623707030030</id><published>2010-02-02T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:48:18.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my almost,my might have been,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was done missing you&lt;br /&gt;but it turns out you seem to be the hardest to forget&lt;br /&gt;i was cured of the misery everyone else brought me&lt;br /&gt;but you are still a very fresh ache,&lt;br /&gt;a very familar pain inside me.&lt;br /&gt;you are the only unfinished business,my friend.&lt;br /&gt;you were the only one i'd loved this way.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you before i knew how to love,&lt;br /&gt;i loved you even when i loved other people.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you without knowing i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you despite thinking i would never love you.&lt;br /&gt;and in the corner of my psyche,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5400053623707030030?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5400053623707030030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5400053623707030030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5400053623707030030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5400053623707030030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-almostmy-might-have-been-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-8733530733307755462</id><published>2009-11-04T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:02:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six feet from the edge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate the part of friendship where you start expecting certain things and responses,and stop being as spontaneous and open and carefree.I hate feeling more bitterly disappointed than delightfully surprised whenever we talk nowadays.I hate caring about what you think about me when I never used to and that then was much happier.I hate having to measure you against the ideal and seeing clearly how far you fall short of it.I hate wanting to talk to you and to spend time with you because it’s as stifling for me as it is for you.I hate how a maturing relationship will ultimately turn one or both of us into people who can’t live without each other.I hate walking our friendship down the road I’ve walked so many times,the one that ends in anger,betrayal and sadness that will linger for many months after we finally stop talking completely.I hate how I’m always more emotionally attached than you,whoever the you may be.I hate how I always hurt longer and feel deeper.I hate knowing you are as indifferent about me as I try to be about you.I hate feeling strangely affectionate about someone after a period of time,because it’s all stupid and pointless and tiring.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And above all that I hate my foolish heart,because it’s always wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8733530733307755462?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8733530733307755462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8733530733307755462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8733530733307755462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8733530733307755462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/11/six-feet-from-edge.html' title='six feet from the edge.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3374748993242983713</id><published>2009-09-17T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:08:09.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish we'd never met i'm so tired of goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>you make me do silly things i thought i'd grown out of,or at least never wanted to do for someone/anyone ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me wish i was a better person so i wouldn't feel so guilty for being so unlike you and so much like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me desperate enough to finally come clean with certain things so you wouldn't get the wrong ideas about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet after all that i still feel i'm not good enough for you,because someone like you truly deserves the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are such a great person.i never thought i'd actually like someone as good as  you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3374748993242983713?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3374748993242983713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3374748993242983713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3374748993242983713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3374748993242983713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-wed-never-met-im-so-tired-of.html' title='i wish we&apos;d never met i&apos;m so tired of goodbyes.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7502442168488053011</id><published>2009-09-10T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:09:23.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you've missed me,if at all,</title><content type='html'>i'm over at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tearsandcigarettes.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tearsandcigarettes.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; being all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please keep in mind that i am not really THAT emo.that site just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compels&lt;/span&gt; you to be as lyrical as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the lighter/brighter side of me,follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/jonkkk"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus by merging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this blog, which provides a more elaborate/intimate discussion of my life&lt;br /&gt;2. my tumblr, which is the most awesome outlet for all my awesome emo shit &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(admit it,my prose and poetry and emo self-quotes are good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my facebook, which gives you a glimpse of what i'm like in real life as a friend + how overuploaded the Singakorean photo album is&lt;br /&gt;4. my twitter, which updates you about the unimportant happenings per hour in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can safely say you (still) know me even if you haven't seen me in like forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7502442168488053011?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7502442168488053011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7502442168488053011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7502442168488053011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7502442168488053011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-youve-missed-meif-at-all.html' title='if you&apos;ve missed me,if at all,'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6437298891088476962</id><published>2009-09-06T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:18:49.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you,losing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i like to think i'm good at letting go,&lt;br /&gt;honestly i'm just holding onto you from one arm's length away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day she'll give you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6437298891088476962?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6437298891088476962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6437298891088476962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6437298891088476962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6437298891088476962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-youlosing-me.html' title='missing you,losing me.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3276469530438899922</id><published>2009-09-01T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:18:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today will be the difference.</title><content type='html'>yesterday i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggled to keep up in MS,&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis&lt;br /&gt;collected my bag&lt;br /&gt;did my eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;browsed through the sale&lt;br /&gt;ate a nice lunch&lt;br /&gt;did my homework in croom&lt;br /&gt;went for cardiodance&lt;br /&gt;had a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;got stopped by God for a life change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today will be the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3276469530438899922?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3276469530438899922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3276469530438899922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3276469530438899922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3276469530438899922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-will-be-difference.html' title='today will be the difference.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-477199897377591311</id><published>2009-08-22T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:37:24.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day i will pervade your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SpAClTniVsI/AAAAAAAABLo/l-J9FYLwCus/s1600-h/jonk4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SpAClTniVsI/AAAAAAAABLo/l-J9FYLwCus/s400/jonk4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372797195397519042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will look for me,&lt;br /&gt;you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;you will love me,&lt;br /&gt;and you will lose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you because i don't know what else to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-477199897377591311?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/477199897377591311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=477199897377591311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-7610129352897195498</id><published>2009-08-07T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:59:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the bus</title><content type='html'>it's easy to assess your life on an irritatingly crowded bus, with an old favorite song drowning out the noise and an ipod in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer's over, just like that. gone. with a sign on it's door saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be back next year&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a packed summer. slacking in april, driving in may, 80 hours of CSP in june, work the whole of july (and more). so neat, so easy to categorize. so very convenient should anyone ask how it all was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet every morning and every evening when i get on the bus, ipod blasting and without a worry about my worries, i never actually sink into sighs of fulfillment as memories of summer float by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. i'm still not happy with things. worst of all, i'm seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be both not happy (i.e. satisfied) as well as unhappy (i.e. miserable) is not exactly the prettiest of situations. euphermeral joys i have, i mean, i really love the kids. but beyond that, when i examine my life.. things aren't great. summer wasn't great. i'm not sure if it could have been better, but it definitely was not a perfect version of what it already has come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. the way i just sit on the bus and wonder how it all turned out this way. and to know all the answers yet continue asking why. until now it's so hard to accept that i can't even find it within me to cry. it's like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You thought I loved you..." A tear rolls down her wet cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's crying too. He wants to say he's sorry. But the door shuts behind her final words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7610129352897195498?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7610129352897195498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7610129352897195498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7610129352897195498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7610129352897195498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-bus.html' title='on the bus'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7660196075033941815</id><published>2009-08-06T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:21:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you did this.</title><content type='html'>i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;i'm in pieces but okay&lt;br /&gt;you broke me&lt;br /&gt;i'm cleaning up so it's okay&lt;br /&gt;broken, but i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;may never be unbroken,&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7660196075033941815?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7660196075033941815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7660196075033941815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7660196075033941815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7660196075033941815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-did-this.html' title='you did this.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3511000918793952108</id><published>2009-05-25T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:00:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST WATCH..</title><content type='html'>1. Family Outing&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;3. X-Man&lt;br /&gt;4. Manwon Happiness&lt;br /&gt;5. More Infinity Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 more months of holidays only!!!!! i don't really have to work, i just gotta settle driving and CIP..............therefore, i quote MC Yoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3511000918793952108?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3511000918793952108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3511000918793952108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3511000918793952108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3511000918793952108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-watch.html' title='I MUST WATCH..'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3635653732388483809</id><published>2009-05-24T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:24:37.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest thing you'll ever learn</title><content type='html'>freedom can be to die for,yet after a certain amount of enjoyment it all lapses into an unfortunate state of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.i don't know what to say for myself.summer is just slipping through my fingers,and all i can do is sleep for many many hours and once in a while wake up to think '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;oh shit one more day is gone&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am doing nothing with my summer.except maybe watch alot of infinity challenge and occasionally go out with the bunch of never changing friends who do basically the same thing.which is either shop,eat,try to exercise,but mainly the most popular choice of sit-and-gossip.and some variation of that for every new outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just me.to me,everything i,or people in general, do is kinda useless.for some reason has no effect on me.maybe i'm just too occupied with making my summer count without having the slightest idea how it IS going to count.watching videos? no.hanging out with friends? somehow...no.being completely free? NO! i don't know!!! perhaps i wasn't even made for summers!!!!! i just can't handle them!!! i am most alive when DREAMING about summer.when i'm so busy with school i LONG for summer to come.but never when the dream is actually fulfilled!!! OMG!!!!  i think i live for dreaming,but never for the reality of my dreams themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think my mother couldn't be more accurate when she said of me years ago...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this child is a real dreamer&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3635653732388483809?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3635653732388483809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3635653732388483809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3635653732388483809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3635653732388483809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-thing-youll-ever-learn.html' title='the greatest thing you&apos;ll ever learn'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6269723219700345613</id><published>2009-05-11T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:32:45.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing's changed except us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SgcA6YkS70I/AAAAAAAABLg/ZizmUbLA40g/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SgcA6YkS70I/AAAAAAAABLg/ZizmUbLA40g/s200/IMG_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233286670741314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pleasantly dramatic to think we cannot move on from the people we used to love.so beautifully,painfully romantic and the inspiration of all successful sad love songs.but because i'm 20,i think the real pain comes when you look into his face years later,hear him whisper her name,and realize he wasn't the only one who moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; move on,unlike what they tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,thankfully,that's even more heartbreaking to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6269723219700345613?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6269723219700345613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6269723219700345613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6269723219700345613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6269723219700345613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothings-changed-except-us.html' title='nothing&apos;s changed except us.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SgcA6YkS70I/AAAAAAAABLg/ZizmUbLA40g/s72-c/IMG_2160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-1148797580859532341</id><published>2009-05-03T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:39:48.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how long can i live this way</title><content type='html'>it's funny how loneliness just creeps up on you and reminds you that being alone has its repercussions, and loneliness just happens to be on the guest list. from living on high drama and emotional rollercoasters to slumming it out in the uneventful suburbian wasteland of predictability and never-ending free time... the life i thought i was finally going to have after term ended is quickly eroding as an all too simple facade for no-life. when you wander like a lost soul waiting to be found, everything that happens to you seems to bring you hope. too much work could serve as a useful distraction from being emotionally alone, yet too much work could also drive your fatigued mind to make a foolish escape into fantasy or worse still, paranoia. too little work on the other hand ironically does the same thing. work never killed anyone but neither does it seem to cure anyone either. honestly i'm just sick of sitting around hoping that i'll stop being what is essentially lonely. i'm also sick of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sitting around because i'm doing the exact same thing anyway. i've been living so much in my head these days i finally came to the conclusion that perhaps i'm just really tired of hanging out aimlessly in this place called me and would very much prefer to move to a location known very simply as someone else's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;although it seems like you never happened, i hope you do, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-1148797580859532341?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/1148797580859532341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=1148797580859532341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1148797580859532341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1148797580859532341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-long-can-i-live-this-way.html' title='how long can i live this way'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-122587502766584422</id><published>2009-04-20T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:09:52.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>el oh vee what?</title><content type='html'>i ought to get off my poor laptop soon and let it rest.it has been up since early last night trying to convert the stupid bbf videos into ipod format,but i'm guessing it remained on the whole night despite having the conversion crash halfway because my computer smartly ran out of space (after all the crap i've dumped into it).i'm sure most of you have seen my desktop.it is a huge mess.and that's just the tip of the iceberg.i've used up 116 gig worth of harddisk over the first year of my mac's life.so much crap.i deleted mostly everything btw,so don't expect to be getting any secondhand notes from me.nothing of SMU year 1 exists anymore in my computer.i just had to free up space (managed to free up about 50 gig after 5 intensive hours of cleanup).also managed to FINALLY finish converting the 10 bbf videos after 10 hours of waiting and having a super laggy internet due to low computer power.i only have 10 because,as you may have heard,mc's 6 year old computer died the minute we finished sending only 10 videos.she's in seoul now having the time of her (and possibly every korean fan's) life.she bought me kim bum socks too. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway summer has been pretty awesome.have done baking,watching alot of ss501,getting bbf (or at least half the episodes),hanging out with friends (trinette,bim tan,mc),watching as much tv as i want,being completely FREE...okay so i am crossing my fingers that i get the korean job (no sound from them yet..but they said tomorrow is the day they'll let me know....),not that i really want a job because currently slacking is so much more appealing (SO MANY SHOWS SO MUCH TIME......as long as i don't have a job).but i guess the reality of things is that i DO need a job (no time for a full-time with all that stupid driving).this one sounds like,better than nothing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 hours cip is also looming in the very unpleasant near future.not sure how i'm going to conquer THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw holidays are not that fun since nus people are still having their 2 week long study/exam sessions.gosh it's really so late compared to us.we have the longest summers ever.not that i'm complaining.really need to get down to watch FTLY and ANTM.the length of my freedom is so extensive that i really hope i don't screw up and end up having a very unmeaningful time.i should pray about these 4 months actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh plus my birthday is coming soon!!! not sure how i want it to be this year,but since i'm trying to save money for my parents so that they'll remunerate me in some monetary form so that i can go overseas and R&amp;amp;R instead,looks like i'm most probably not going to be throwing my usual birthday party.awww.they are fun.but also expensive to hold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of writing nudges have been coming to me from my real life experiences.i think i should also start on my little private project soon.it's interesting how you have a certain idea for a storyline,and then bits of the plot start happening to you for real.i'm not sure whether i'm right,but i like to think that they're God's little way of helping me understand what it feels like so that i can write about it on behalf of my characters in the most accurate way possible.it's like an adventure for me as well as them hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should be off to bed now.should i go for crusade tomorrow? claud and trin are going.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i love ss501.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;hyunjoong.jungmin.kyujong.yongsaeng.hyungjun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-122587502766584422?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/122587502766584422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=122587502766584422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/122587502766584422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/122587502766584422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-oh-vee-what.html' title='el oh vee what?'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-4738404349564708472</id><published>2009-04-17T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:47:12.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome home summer bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after a VERY LONG HIATUS.ah,can finally say this wholeheartedly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCHOOL'S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;,SCREAM AND SHOUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole term of awesome new friends,quite a damn lot of fun,a very nice amount of slacking,unexpected victories and three final weeks of presentations,halfhearted mugging and exams that couldn't be more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesomeness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUMMER IS HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually very stressed out over summer schedule,but i'm praying for God to just put it all nicely together so that i can complete my driving successfully by june,have an interesting job experience that isn't too stressful in any way,and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do everything summer was created to be for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to make a list before i sleep,so that my first day of summer will be full of purpose and stuff to look forward to.i am already booked for the day,with sleeping in (FINALLY BACK TO BED AND GOOD OLD UNINHIBITED-BY-INSOMIA-AND-PRE-SUMMER-STRESS SLEEP),shopping with huishuang (no more bkk for the time being,so time to splurge a bit in faithful orchard road),BAKING (YESSSSS) with her later at night,meeting MC to get everyone's much awaited copy of the most amazing korean show ever,and basically just having nothing better to do than have loads of summer fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the list of things i should do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. finish watching fated to love you (watched halfway only)&lt;br /&gt;2. start on ANTM cycle 12 (AHHHHHH!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. watch several korean movies,and of course other movies that are good (that i missed,thanks to SMU's fantastic timetable)&lt;br /&gt;4. finish driving and hopefully also have a job&lt;br /&gt;5. master the art of baking&lt;br /&gt;6. get started on some SERIOUS WRITING that is overdue by a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh wait must mention this before i continue.there's this Korean guy called A.J. trying to debut as the Next Rain.he's also only my age! ridiculous he even looks kinda like Rain but definitely does NOT have Rain's body or absolutely sexiness.can't believe it! his dancing is like Rain's!!!! urgh.everybody wants to be Rain.as much as i don't really like Rain that much anymore because he's getting rather old and also overrated,he's really a unique brand all by himself.the voice,the dancing,the whole ego thing.on a happier and less disgusted note,Lee Joon Ki (my second most favorite actor next to rain,as of 2 years ago before &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;kimbum&lt;/span&gt; came along and stole my heart from them) is ALSO trying to break out into the music/dance/pop/Rain scene!!! another one with dance moves that look suspiciously like Rain's,gloves and ego thing included.just that Rain doesn't wear eyeliner.i love Lee Joon Ki's eye makeup though! must go get myself some good kohl and try it out.also immediately forgave Joon Ki's attempt to be the Next Rain (unlike my complete disgust at A.J.) because Lee Joon Ki IS a brilliant actor.brilliantly hot,if i may add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have some form of a getaway/escape to just relaxxx.&lt;br /&gt;8. buy new clothes,somehow.hope bkk clears up its mess asap.&lt;br /&gt;9. in the meantime,clear up MY mess (both my room AND my computer)&lt;br /&gt;10. in charge of FC's next event!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. am supposed to join worship team&lt;br /&gt;12. crusade camp preparations!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. i cannot believe i forgot to say this earlier.....EIGHT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; #*@&amp;amp;@^#* HOURS OF CIP.&lt;br /&gt;14. attend SS501 asian tour concert HAHAHA (a dream of mine)&lt;br /&gt;15. meet up with a14 when they're finally done with THEIR exams...a14 sleepover/camp 09&lt;br /&gt;16. hang out a lot with bim/swannie/stepho/trin/zwing (HOORAY)/racho&lt;br /&gt;17. celebrate my 20th birthday in a DIFFERENT way this year please,no more crazy house parties&lt;br /&gt;18. finally have scgs reunion with rowe/shu/shan/ryl/marilyn/everyone else at ms goh's&lt;br /&gt;19. watch at least 2-3 GOOD dramas&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW COULD I FORGET.WATCH ALL EPISODES OF WGM WITH KHJ IN IT.&lt;br /&gt;21. distribute copies of BBF to claud/rubez/racho/trin/all other unsuspecting victims&lt;br /&gt;22. READ at least 4-5 amazing books.discover new talented authors! [:&lt;br /&gt;23. maybe stop being sian of gossip girl and continue watching.&lt;br /&gt;24. sleep a lot.&lt;br /&gt;25. NOT eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;26. complete this list tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kinda sleepy now.hoping to regain my sleeping pattern (9-10 hours a day and NO PROBLEMS falling asleep) that i lost a few days ago.brain is definitely functioning at like less than 1% worth of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll be a GOOD night tonight [: GOOD NIGHT!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY SUMMER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4738404349564708472?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4738404349564708472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4738404349564708472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4738404349564708472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4738404349564708472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-home-summer-bummer.html' title='welcome home summer bummer.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-8916372261835921237</id><published>2009-03-31T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:25:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sleep,i wake,i dream,i write.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou shalt not fail as a writer&lt;br /&gt;because the very act of writing is the best protection&lt;br /&gt;from the madness of the&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Bukowski -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;returning to blog soon! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8916372261835921237?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8916372261835921237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8916372261835921237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8916372261835921237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8916372261835921237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sleepi-wakei-dreami-write.html' title='i sleep,i wake,i dream,i write.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3767203035604464660</id><published>2009-03-01T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:46:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of the life i had before</title><content type='html'>you tell me i have you&lt;br /&gt;you're there for me too&lt;br /&gt;we're in each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;but i still miss you&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;that when i say that&lt;br /&gt;i really mean&lt;br /&gt;that i miss the times&lt;br /&gt;when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;and mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3767203035604464660?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3767203035604464660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3767203035604464660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3767203035604464660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3767203035604464660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/03/pieces-of-life-i-had-before.html' title='pieces of the life i had before'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2486474354301390552</id><published>2009-02-28T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:00:38.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;when you go,&lt;br /&gt;would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;i don't love you,&lt;br /&gt;like i did&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2486474354301390552?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2486474354301390552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2486474354301390552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2486474354301390552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2486474354301390552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/well.html' title='well,'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2754436002437030482</id><published>2009-02-27T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:25:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all bad scripts,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm in love with her," he said. "Please don't wait up for me tonight. Nor tomorrow, nor the day after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I figured." she said. "I figured you weren't quite ready to come home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are free to do as you please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know you may never come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He sighed. "I most probably never will. Stop doing this to yourself. It is very silly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She sighed. "Nothing has ever made more sense. But don't mind me. I too, am free to do as I please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are. But don't do this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"More than you will ever know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then fall out of love with me, I beg you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her voice fell with her gaze. "You know that is impossible when it comes to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2754436002437030482?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2754436002437030482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2754436002437030482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2754436002437030482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2754436002437030482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-all-bad-scripts.html' title='of all bad scripts,'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7119014277571576169</id><published>2009-02-19T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:30:52.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>像空气般不存在的存在</title><content type='html'>I just hope that one day you see me,&lt;br /&gt;and your heart stops&lt;br /&gt;and you realize what you had this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our love,like lines so truly parallel&lt;br /&gt;will go on forever&lt;br /&gt;but never meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이노래는진실했던사랑이야기.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7119014277571576169?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7119014277571576169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7119014277571576169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7119014277571576169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7119014277571576169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='像空气般不存在的存在'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-5119795380322382555</id><published>2009-02-19T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:24:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't been around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been very present on facebook and not very present here,so whoever's reading or hoping to read stuff not related to BBF,i'm sorry for not updating! but at least i didn't write a 10000 word long post on kim bum or something.which is worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;school's pretty busy and my head's pretty occupied thinking and dreaming,that's why i haven't blogged for a pretty long time.but you can totally check out what i'm up to on facebook.i practically live on facebook now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway just a quick update,but i'm having a little egoistical moment now.one of the many,i know.i always get this sense of achievement when i read The Secret Blog aka A Story of A Mind.i am,when i'm not writing about contrived shit,a really awesome writer. [: one day when i get old and am waiting to die,i will publish all the entries in a book and you guys can read it and agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5119795380322382555?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5119795380322382555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5119795380322382555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5119795380322382555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5119795380322382555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/havent-been-around.html' title='haven&apos;t been around.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7186571252174345039</id><published>2009-02-07T03:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:09:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay cut the crap.i love him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYyQYxkwnyI/AAAAAAAABLA/JbR04xK_ddw/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 184px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYyQZLocbjI/AAAAAAAABLI/rypZyYSYSKk/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299769623801785906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;kim bum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYyQZLocbjI/AAAAAAAABLI/rypZyYSYSKk/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7186571252174345039?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7186571252174345039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7186571252174345039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7186571252174345039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7186571252174345039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-cut-crapi-love-him.html' title='okay cut the crap.i love him.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYyQYxkwnyI/AAAAAAAABLA/JbR04xK_ddw/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-4550247166159964933</id><published>2009-02-07T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:00:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes love just ain't enough?</title><content type='html'>even through watching the most unrealistic korean dramas,one can learn several important lessons which to me,love guru,are absolutely vital to real life understanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you may never marry your soulmate,as beautiful an idea it may be.&lt;br /&gt;2. we all have choices of who we want to be with.and all these choices may be great.the tough part is finding the one that best fits you and you alone.&lt;br /&gt;3. it's nice to have choices,but when all these choices want to be with you,you will always end up hurting someone since you can only make one choice.&lt;br /&gt;4. sometimes it's best to not have choices,because then you can't really get that confused when you have to choose between two or more fantastic guys,upon which you have to hurt all but one of them.&lt;br /&gt;5. when you are indecisive or just a player,you most likely will end up hurting the one you love the most,even if you're not sure who it is at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;6. that's because the one you actually love the most,probably loves you the most too.&lt;br /&gt;7. when you love someone too much that that person fills your entire history,it's hard to find someone else who is willing to take that person's place,even if that person will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;8. it is better to not hold on so tightly to things in life,because when #7 occurs,it is almost impossible to reverse its effects on your life.and you never know how to love another without thinking of that first person.&lt;br /&gt;9. it is possible to love more than one person at one time,or so it seems.choices do abound.for now most of our stories haven't drawn to any close,nobody is married to anybody yet.anything could happen.but we need to make up our minds just how much the girls/boys in our past mean to us,so that we will learn to let go for the good of our futures.&lt;br /&gt;10. but this thing i don't know yet..since i've never watched a korean drama that tells me the answer.only God knows for now,but i've always wondered,what happens if one girl/boy in your past means too much to let go...but a fairytale ending is not going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;what happens then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4550247166159964933?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4550247166159964933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4550247166159964933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4550247166159964933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4550247166159964933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough.html' title='sometimes love just ain&apos;t enough?'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-355732038895928250</id><published>2009-02-05T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:58:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how far can i wander</title><content type='html'>how far can i wander&lt;br /&gt;when your face is his face&lt;br /&gt;your eyes like his eyes&lt;br /&gt;he's smiling for me, when&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know me&lt;br /&gt;but because you did,&lt;br /&gt;he might have loved me&lt;br /&gt;his gaze upon me like&lt;br /&gt;how you gazed down at me&lt;br /&gt;i love him only&lt;br /&gt;as i loved you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far can i wander&lt;br /&gt;when your name is my destination&lt;br /&gt;every street sign refusing&lt;br /&gt;to let me leave this secret place&lt;br /&gt;and i wander in hopes of getting lost&lt;br /&gt;of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;leaving you behind&lt;br /&gt;walking away like you walked away&lt;br /&gt;pretending i know where i'm going&lt;br /&gt;but really&lt;br /&gt;i have no where else to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't move away before i can get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-355732038895928250?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/355732038895928250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=355732038895928250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/355732038895928250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/355732038895928250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-far-can-i-wander.html' title='how far can i wander'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2745551470578157138</id><published>2009-02-03T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:58:49.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear you won't fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYdCIJLY-UI/AAAAAAAABKw/8nbmBQaxMo4/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYdCIJLY-UI/AAAAAAAABKw/8nbmBQaxMo4/s320/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298276194294757698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know you're scared that I'll soon be over it,&lt;br /&gt;That's part of it all, part of the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of falling in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the fear that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; won't fall&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't felt like this before,&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't felt like home for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's easy to say,&lt;br /&gt;But it's harder to feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than I should,&lt;br /&gt;Than I thought I could,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the phone,&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you'd call&lt;br /&gt;Thought being alone was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get my mind off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2745551470578157138?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2745551470578157138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2745551470578157138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2745551470578157138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2745551470578157138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-you-wont-fall.html' title='the fear you won&apos;t fall'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SYdCIJLY-UI/AAAAAAAABKw/8nbmBQaxMo4/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8134930192251581083</id><published>2009-01-24T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:15:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>beautiful show.i finally got down to watching and i really really loved the concept.the cinematography.the way it was translated into film and story.amazing.michel gondry is like a master.to be able to use visual methods to convey certain emotions and journeys so accurately and creatively is so admirable.i am blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also very tired,and not dying anytime soon contrary to prior belief. [: things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm just afraid i will spend my whole life waiting for you.and you never come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8134930192251581083?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8134930192251581083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8134930192251581083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8134930192251581083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8134930192251581083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3452339514866167166</id><published>2009-01-20T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:20:31.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facing the road home</title><content type='html'>i may be sick.not a cough cold flu kind of normal sick.sick as in,really sick inside.i can't even describe the feeling.i don't know if there's anything really wrong with me.as much as i wish it's just my imagination,something isn't right.i can ignore it,but it's there.in my breathing,in my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not scared,since i can't even imagine what could be the problem.i don't even know where to start.it's so dismissable i may one day forget about it.or it could be a major thing.i could just go suddenly,unexpectedly.i don't know.at least i know where i'm going,and all the good stuff that's coming.the people (and very important person) i'll be meeting,a beautiful home to return to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i  actually want to know,is whether anyone would notice if i was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3452339514866167166?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3452339514866167166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3452339514866167166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3452339514866167166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3452339514866167166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/facing-road-home.html' title='facing the road home'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2058471219387902100</id><published>2009-01-16T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:07:46.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the emo song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SXCieQ-DhqI/AAAAAAAABIc/sX0_F3mWywI/s1600-h/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SXCieQ-DhqI/AAAAAAAABIc/sX0_F3mWywI/s320/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291908202995353250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if i fall and hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you know how to fix me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i went and lost myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you know where to find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i forgot who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you please remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause without you things go hazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2058471219387902100?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2058471219387902100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2058471219387902100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2058471219387902100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2058471219387902100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-song.html' title='the emo song.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SXCieQ-DhqI/AAAAAAAABIc/sX0_F3mWywI/s72-c/Love_by_Gabatinie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8053094223208696461</id><published>2009-01-15T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:47:21.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know greater love than this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SW4WnWyHCWI/AAAAAAAABHA/acJ3U-kWTtA/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SW4WnWyHCWI/AAAAAAAABHA/acJ3U-kWTtA/s400/Picture+18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291191477593377122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8053094223208696461?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8053094223208696461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8053094223208696461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8053094223208696461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8053094223208696461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-greater-love-than-this.html' title='do you know greater love than this?'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SW4WnWyHCWI/AAAAAAAABHA/acJ3U-kWTtA/s72-c/Picture+18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-715830160523733516</id><published>2009-01-11T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:18:09.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you really never know.</title><content type='html'>just watched 'definitely maybe' and it was actually pretty good! it really made me realize that at the end of all this struggle and confusion we're going to wind up as parents to kids who may just want to know all the shit we went through finding the person we finally love for the rest of our lives, and then we're going to have to recount everything we're going through now to them and tell them the story of how we met their dads/mums.a very scary thought indeed,the way the movie put it.quite aptly though.we just go through so many different relationships with so many possible outcomes over the years.we never know what's coming until we get there.then we'll breathe,hopefully,a sigh of relief and go 'ohhhhh so he/she turned out to be the one'.very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the way ryan reynolds recounted each of his ongoing love stories over the course of his life to his daughter made me just think about what it would be like telling my story one day with the end already known to me.without worry of who it might be,because it'll,hopefully again,be a happy ending..just telling it and being happily nostalgic instead of painfully clueless,as i am now.it makes me think about all the relationships i've gone through and wonder myself who on earth would emerge winner at the very end.then i can tell all my stories in peace without worrying 'what if he's the one!!!!'.i always think of the worse case scenarios actually.so it's a very harrowing experience,telling a story without an end that i'm sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you have heard my very interesting stories on life and love.i just hope that one day i'll be able to tell you the full thing,and tie it up nicely with the most beautiful ending even you couldn't imagine.the stuff God thinks up and creates perfectly in real life. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a very random side note,this was possibly my favourite quote from the movie,where april describes a guy she meets on a beach in crete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"he was brooding and sexy,monosyllabic and totally my type." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that this is [SPOILER ALERT!!] the girl/bestfriend ryan reynolds has been in love with all the while (which scares the shit out of me for reasons some of you will know) and that she also walks away from this guy she was talking about in the quote because she realizes at that point that she loves ryan reynolds and returns home to him (which also scares the shit out of me due to a reason related to the previous one)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda in love with a guy just like that now myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-715830160523733516?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/715830160523733516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=715830160523733516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/715830160523733516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/715830160523733516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-really-never-know.html' title='you really never know.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3570658163925982611</id><published>2009-01-10T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:18:15.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SWgTKkxCkcI/AAAAAAAABG4/6C3cOs9hiaQ/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SWgTKkxCkcI/AAAAAAAABG4/6C3cOs9hiaQ/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289498834735632834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i'm hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; just to see what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;you will throw my way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to the words you say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3570658163925982611?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3570658163925982611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3570658163925982611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3570658163925982611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3570658163925982611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hanging-on-another-day-just-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SWgTKkxCkcI/AAAAAAAABG4/6C3cOs9hiaQ/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-3033863450102622185</id><published>2009-01-09T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:26:52.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the last breath i draw,and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is a funny,vulnerable feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see something awesome,but not have the urge to pick up your phone and message that person about it immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be bored out of your mind on a smothering afternoon,yet have no one readily in mind to call out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hear one of those feel good love songs playing in the background,but have absolutely no clue who you're supposed to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to no longer be finding reasons and conversation topics to talk to that person about,possibly every second of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to not exceed your message or call time limit,for the first time in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to sit on the bus alone and to really be,in every essence of the word,be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see other people being together and loving it,but no longer thinking,if only a miracle happened to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to no longer know what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3033863450102622185?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3033863450102622185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3033863450102622185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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unfortunate inability to chew anything harder than liquid/mush/mash,i should be thankful for the huge bowl of mash potato i just had.am still in screme now relishing in paul's very nice present of fullhouse WITH english subtitles.although it can't play on my ipod,it's still one whole item of my wishlist! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours till my next class sheesh.the sleep monster is slowly attacking..not that it hasn't been trying to devour me for the past 4 hours since i had to wake up for FA.FA is quite crazy,but not as mind bogging as biz law yet.perhaps i should be good and go to the library to study..either that or the driving booklet.etrial is tmr omg.i'm so not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay too full to think now.am exploding.imploding.not sure.byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3721740753496364076?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-1817055485707986221.post-4040149828281882315</id><published>2009-01-06T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:48:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone numb the pain.</title><content type='html'>today two things were hurting.my entire set of teeth,and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which hurt more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4040149828281882315?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4040149828281882315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4040149828281882315' title='0 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SWDYACY2nMI/AAAAAAAABGg/jOcfd8fn4jA/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SWDYACY2nMI/AAAAAAAABGg/jOcfd8fn4jA/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287463457685675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i always thought that we owed the people we secretly loved a duty of care to let them know the horrifying truth one day,so that in their saddest and most lonely moments they would remember that there was indeed at least one person who thought they were worth it.&lt;div&gt;2. i never dared to tell you earlier,because out of all the rest i thoughtlessly informed,the thought of you knowing and never talking to me again was something i would spend many years preparing myself for but never getting any more ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i risked it all because it would have made me happy if i were in your shoes,i thought,and when i finally did it i was trembling up to my fingers and tears were threatening to run down my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i don't think it made you happy,although you tried to tell me that it did.it made me feel sad because i had sold my secret for no return,and now i had nothing left to cherish and protect.and what i had been guarding all these years apparently meant nothing to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. i did cry,in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. tomorrow we will go back to normal,and you wouldn't know the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8244709942869721523?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8244709942869721523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-6879885213553059264</id><published>2009-01-01T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:24:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things not to do this year.</title><content type='html'>making promises to self to do certain things in the new year is possibly one of the lamest and stupidest things to do.next on that list of stupid things to do when a new year rolls around is to wish people happy new year because if you think about it you're feeling all wonderful and friendly just for that magical hour after the clock strikes twelve but when you wake up the next day nothing has changed at all,really.the smiles and hugs and screaming hasn't improved a thing at all.the hour after new years arrives is enchanted.people stop regretting things of the year before,stop hanging on to long-standing inhibitions and just give it all up for that one hour of merry making.i have to admit falling prey to the magic of new years last night.or almost doing so.but being the stubborn/self-controlled person that i am,i got over it before i could sell my soul to the night and woke up with a massive hangover,but no life change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crafted my new years message to my friends carefully,along the lines of what i really felt were important whenever a new year comes.all that whizzlefizzle about losing 10 pounds and getting a GPA of 4.0 just falls flat because nobody really remembers these things.how on earth do you do that when the 365 days of the year are choke full of a variety/combination of problems,new people,projects,heartbreaks and eye candy.likes,loves,wishes,hopes,dreams.the human mind wasn't programmed to actually remember all that stuff said on the very first day of the year! it's probably the LEAST remembered day of the year in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are a few things i wish &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do this year,based on what i DID last year,at least i have one whole year's worth of past experience to scare me into doing the right thing this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not to procrastinate when it comes to driving.made a 1% effort last year and that was proven not good.&lt;br /&gt;2. not to be anyone's emotional backup plan.don't always be the good samaritan!&lt;br /&gt;3. not to be so forthcoming and open (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and dramatic&lt;/span&gt;) about how i feel,because it only comes back to haunt you when you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;4. not to forget that in everything God has some great divine plan,as miserable and unchangeable as some life situations may be.&lt;br /&gt;5. not to be so hypochondriatic.trust God more and worry a whole lot less.&lt;br /&gt;6. not to miss the moments that could change your life by being afraid of losing out in active participation of them.i'm still wondering if i should have said something last night.&lt;br /&gt;7. not to lose myself in my work at smu.which means abandoning the friends who matter and being too sian to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;8. not to be a complete spaz in front of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;9. not to be too confident or too unconfident.just enough confidence is apparently &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. not to get emotionally involved with anyone at all.but at the same time,never stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i think lucas might want me to add this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NOT TO SPOIL ANYMORE GADGETS.very very very very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,by the divine power of God,my dead laptop battery/charger miraculously resurrected at the start of smash preparations yesterday afternoon.hallelujah worthy or what! btw,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SMASH was pretty darn good. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6879885213553059264?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6879885213553059264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6879885213553059264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6879885213553059264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6879885213553059264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-things-not-to-do-this-year.html' title='a few things not to do this year.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2731664250206431199</id><published>2008-12-30T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:19:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting over you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it takes forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i get my shit together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes dear&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought that was a pretty neat line from the click five.though i just spoke to kahpoh about something similar and i concluded out loud that i will be happy to never blow out the tiny candle that i still have burning somewhere in me for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2731664250206431199?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2731664250206431199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2731664250206431199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2731664250206431199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2731664250206431199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-over-you.html' title='getting over you.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2499970900774282620</id><published>2008-12-27T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:52:47.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an empty life.</title><content type='html'>everybody else is having their last flings before school restarts,and once again i have found myself sitting aimlessly and half pondering what life is about instead of having some fun myself.i thought i missed school last week when i was bored and depressed.but now that i finished SMASH stuff with robyn last night and managed to get started with the BTT book,everything seems to be sinking into dread and purposeless wondering all over again.i don't even want to go back to school.i think i'm just really tired of living.it's another depressing night with an even more pathetic dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2499970900774282620?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2499970900774282620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2499970900774282620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2499970900774282620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2499970900774282620'/><link rel='alternate' 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along unaffected outside your window,how do i not sit here lonely and on the brink of miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no christmas mood for me this year.i didn't get anyone presents,so please don't be disappointed.i just don't know what to do for people anymore.i used to be so excited and full of ideas and hopes of proving how thoughtful i could be with gift choices,but my melancholic state is doing any good for me this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of unusual problems and situations are plaguing my life right now.unwelcome ones too.the kind of things that you just want to sweep out the door and pretend they never existed.death,hatred,sickness,true loneliness.who wants to deal with issues related to these? we all love to complain and philosophize about life,love,mystery..neglect the blessing of health,fancy ourselves pitiful and dramatic.all that jazz..people like TC remind me that i really am lame.because i sure do sound pretty lame,looking back at how frivolous my imagination can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i don't know what else makes my world spin,being the way i tend to be.looking at the lost state i am in,i'm really not sure what else i thrive on besides the silly pitiful things in an unrealistic perception of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4377200072173633289?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4377200072173633289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4377200072173633289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4377200072173633289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4377200072173633289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-reds-greens-and-blues.html' title='christmas reds greens and blues.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6385320737074916503</id><published>2008-12-16T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:04:57.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i,</title><content type='html'>finally finished buliangxiaohua! not bad at all.fairytale sweet as usual.i've been examining my own life however.it's strangely unstable,as much as i try to take control.perhaps it's because all my confidantes are too busy enjoying the holidays.don't really know what i can say here actually.sometimes i feel as though this space of mine has been invaded by people i wish had no idea about my personal life.thus i'm going to privatise this blog.i remember reading someone else's remark..that as you grow older you start regretting being so open.i'm turning 20 in half a year's time.i'm no longer a young hopeful child waiting to be heard.it's time to be exclusively my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6385320737074916503?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6385320737074916503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6385320737074916503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6385320737074916503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6385320737074916503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-i.html' title='but i,'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-361944231742434296</id><published>2008-12-15T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:23:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a life in love with You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUUyEI0KBrI/AAAAAAAABFk/sON2dTL_Bwg/s1600-h/2fddd8a83a9131173c2226049f2cdb2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUUyEI0KBrI/AAAAAAAABFk/sON2dTL_Bwg/s320/2fddd8a83a9131173c2226049f2cdb2f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279681184828884658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;freely You gave it all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surrendered Your life upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;great is the love poured out for all&lt;br /&gt;this is our God&lt;br /&gt;lifted on high from death to life&lt;br /&gt;forever our God is glorified&lt;br /&gt;servant and King, rescued the world&lt;br /&gt;this is our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-361944231742434296?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/361944231742434296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=361944231742434296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/361944231742434296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/361944231742434296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-in-love-with-you.html' title='a life in love with You.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUUyEI0KBrI/AAAAAAAABFk/sON2dTL_Bwg/s72-c/2fddd8a83a9131173c2226049f2cdb2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-1629041347414149476</id><published>2008-12-14T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:03:53.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next week's schedule.</title><content type='html'>next week is surprisingly busy! now that im not sick or have stuff like episcleritis in my eyes..or severe addictions to taiwanese dramas..i am finally getting OUT THERE.fb is going to have MORE PHOTOS finally!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my schedule.so that whoever wants to grab some time can grab at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15th/monday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ben's christmas day with 大姐! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;brunch @ yongtaufoo place 11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pasarmalam @ tampines 1-2, meet trinette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;more shopping @ city plaza 2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;food hunt @ geylang 3-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16th/tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently free in the afternoon if not feeling hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;go down to settle driving @ ubi 10 30, with swan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;very possibly do SMASH homework @ home&lt;br /&gt;OR supposed to go out with steph @ somewhere at sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FC meeting @ church 7 30-late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17th/wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shop and buy cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;shopping madness @ bugis, with trinette&lt;br /&gt;blading @ ecp with swan/huey/steph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18th/thursday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;pa's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;may want to watch the sunrise together @ ecp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;go eat carrot cake/prata @ katong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;go back to sleep @ home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;high tea @ some fancy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;family time @ home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;watch movie @ late night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;19th/friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;christmas shopping @ town, whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20th/saturday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otherwise relatively free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;christmas play @ church 4-7 (who wants to go?)&lt;br /&gt;supper @ nearby with whoever goes with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;21st/sunday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another christmas party to host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;morning service @ church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;class christmas dinner @ home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;rowena flores, take your pick baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-1629041347414149476?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/1629041347414149476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=1629041347414149476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1629041347414149476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1629041347414149476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-weeks-schedule.html' title='next week&apos;s schedule.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2742365105582326578</id><published>2008-12-14T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:24:20.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天天对你说我有多爱你!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPvimVgbFI/AAAAAAAABFc/vz1pohMHVeg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPvimVgbFI/AAAAAAAABFc/vz1pohMHVeg/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279326565893696594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2742365105582326578?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2742365105582326578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2742365105582326578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2742365105582326578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2742365105582326578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='天天对你说我有多爱你!'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPvimVgbFI/AAAAAAAABFc/vz1pohMHVeg/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-1740258067853472306</id><published>2008-12-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:28:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romantic wedding afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTSLau_dI/AAAAAAAABFM/VzE4JYGelmY/s1600-h/IMG_7741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTSLau_dI/AAAAAAAABFM/VzE4JYGelmY/s400/IMG_7741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295497464380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprisingly nice photograph outside the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRuhNS7I/AAAAAAAABFE/gqIWDxCO1nM/s1600-h/IMG_7728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRuhNS7I/AAAAAAAABFE/gqIWDxCO1nM/s400/IMG_7728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295489706904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my absolute favorite photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRec3B_I/AAAAAAAABE8/vYPxLqdPiso/s1600-h/IMG_7733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRec3B_I/AAAAAAAABE8/vYPxLqdPiso/s400/IMG_7733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295485393700850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strangely interesting picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRP0uepI/AAAAAAAABE0/KEwo_i4FnI8/s1600-h/IMG_7722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTRP0uepI/AAAAAAAABE0/KEwo_i4FnI8/s400/IMG_7722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295481467271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the decorated banisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTQgThtlI/AAAAAAAABEs/-3rdHlMqsm4/s1600-h/IMG_7725_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTQgThtlI/AAAAAAAABEs/-3rdHlMqsm4/s400/IMG_7725_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295468711556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my future maid of honor. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-1740258067853472306?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/1740258067853472306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=1740258067853472306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1740258067853472306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1740258067853472306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/romantic-wedding-afternoon.html' title='romantic wedding afternoon.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUPTSLau_dI/AAAAAAAABFM/VzE4JYGelmY/s72-c/IMG_7741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-4013567592780435025</id><published>2008-12-12T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:54:06.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl on skates returns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUFFZeg1cPI/AAAAAAAABEk/eOn5Ie7_hXE/s1600-h/jonk+screaming+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUFFZeg1cPI/AAAAAAAABEk/eOn5Ie7_hXE/s400/jonk+screaming+small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278576542244761842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional,says huey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUFDeybt84I/AAAAAAAABEc/2CcUm1AXMXE/s1600-h/jonk+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUFDeybt84I/AAAAAAAABEc/2CcUm1AXMXE/s400/jonk+small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574434468098946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had fun with huey,swan and royce (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4013567592780435025?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4013567592780435025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4013567592780435025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4013567592780435025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4013567592780435025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/girl-on-skates-returns.html' title='the girl on skates returns.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SUFFZeg1cPI/AAAAAAAABEk/eOn5Ie7_hXE/s72-c/jonk+screaming+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-7113063037026390665</id><published>2008-12-11T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:18:22.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than going blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Episcleritis is an inflammatory condition of the connective tissue between the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="Javascript:Start('../popups/conjunctiva.htm')" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;conjunctiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="Javascript:Start('../popups/sclera.htm')" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sclera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; known as the episclera.  The eye's red appearance makes it look similar to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlukeseye.com/Conditions/Conjunctivitis.asp" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;conjunctivitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, or pink eye, but there is no discharge or tearing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It is a relatively benign condition that has few complications and is usually self-limited. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;usually has no apparent cause and is more common in women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;looks like im not going blind after all.but it's back to glasses for the next few days..and the christmas parties are just starting.i shan't complain so much though.to be able to see and have beautiful eyes is already something to be thankful for. (: thank God for taking away the redness too.off to rest my eyes now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7113063037026390665?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7113063037026390665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7113063037026390665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7113063037026390665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7113063037026390665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-than-going-blind.html' title='better than going blind.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-9194664110598495195</id><published>2008-12-10T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:12:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my eyes hurt.</title><content type='html'>gossip girl.bu liang xiao hua.damn long email writing.my eyes really hurt now.going to sleep already.hope i can sleep in a bit longer tomorrow.wonder what is happening with wonder's reunion.i also think that steph is returning tomorrow.thus i await with great anticipation.swan is also free to meet me.looks like there will be an a14 reunion this friday.amazing.i can't wait. (: sam is also back from US next week.david is also back from egypt.more bu liang xiao hua.more xiao niang re.better go sleep now because tomorrow will be better. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-9194664110598495195?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/9194664110598495195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=9194664110598495195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/9194664110598495195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/9194664110598495195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-eyes-hurt.html' title='my eyes hurt.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6476580723174903670</id><published>2008-12-09T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:12.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning after.</title><content type='html'>i'm suddenly afraid of meeting people.especially after what i did to my hair.i regret yet i don't regret.i did hate the messiness of my mad hair,but at the same time..i kinda miss it now that my hair's all neat and possibly unflattering.here's an excerpt of my email to zwing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'm not so sure if neat hair is the thing for me.i feel so super mild now too.like my own force of character has somehow disappeared behind a cloak of straight hair.the whole demure look is not working to my advantage when it comes to assertion of self.sigh.HOW."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cham ah.i HAD to do it.yet now that it's kinda permanent for the time being..i'm not sure if this is what i want.aiyo.TWO reunions this week too..dearest wonderline is planning our 4PR gathering for *gasp* this wednesday..and i've somehow managed to gather the class for my *gasp* cell christmas party this friday..and i have to meet clement and robyn tomorrow for FC meeting omg!!! CHAM AH.really CHAM AH! now i have to deal with even more comments about my hair and this and that and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've brought this upon myself.i don't want my old hair back.but i don't really love this new hair EITHER.怎么办呢!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing to be happy about is that the 不良笑花 show is damn funny.both dean fujioka (i think) and pan weibo are like 超帅.i don't care how piangster i've become.我太爱他们了!! i also have a thing for yang cheng lin.it's scary but true.as annoying and act cute as she is..she actually really is quite endearing.okay enough taiwan talk.i keep speaking chinese nowadays too.this should have occurred 2 years ago during my chinese A level oral.sadly it didn't and i still remember talking crap to the examiners.from distinction in O levels to merit leh (or was it pass..).my tongue will never get used to chinese la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's like 2.30 now.need to sleep so that i can face the rest of the week.better brave and awake than discouraged and exhausted. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6476580723174903670?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6476580723174903670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6476580723174903670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6476580723174903670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6476580723174903670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-after.html' title='the morning after.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-4082110915230789940</id><published>2008-12-05T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:57:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night lights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STlBPlQDUTI/AAAAAAAABDY/AChCpJ62wwM/s1600-h/Photo+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STlBPlQDUTI/AAAAAAAABDY/AChCpJ62wwM/s400/Photo+468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276320174394528050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to finish ISWAK tonight.so that i FASTER get started with ISWAK TWO which i heard is so much better.omg.if only i had known they'd spend the entire 20 episodes playing hard to get.i would have just started with season 2 instead of painfully witnessing joe cheng's extremely stoned out character being cold to ariel lin's cute but really dumbass one.wth la.it's beyond unrealistic can.i cannot believe they GOT MARRIED by the end of that really shitty courtship.ugh.but at least they have something to think about.i on the other hand,am not so blissfully alone on a friday night,having spent a morning with a distracted rachel ho and once again going solo for lunch,going home to be pretty much left to my ISWAK,aiya just hanging around by myself.i never really feel bored doing it,but whenever i'm loading something to watch i do feel the sianness of it all.wait so long.i bet everybody is outside having a life whilst i'm inside fighting a cold and wondering if the mosquito bite i picked up today is going to give me dengue.oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are pretty sad indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4082110915230789940?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4082110915230789940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4082110915230789940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4082110915230789940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4082110915230789940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-night-lights.html' title='friday night lights.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STlBPlQDUTI/AAAAAAAABDY/AChCpJ62wwM/s72-c/Photo+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-4571529093825121029</id><published>2008-12-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:06:19.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i can relate to david archuleta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxACqxQdI/AAAAAAAABC4/gyTJPcQ167w/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxACqxQdI/AAAAAAAABC4/gyTJPcQ167w/s200/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950471506379218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxAdVLxeI/AAAAAAAABDI/XVlBdFC4PI0/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxAdVLxeI/AAAAAAAABDI/XVlBdFC4PI0/s200/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950478663599586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxANBj0OI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ua8SjgDxqAA/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxANBj0OI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ua8SjgDxqAA/s200/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950474286321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfw__Es5II/AAAAAAAABCw/PBeB_-PcpZQ/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfw__Es5II/AAAAAAAABCw/PBeB_-PcpZQ/s200/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950470541403266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfw_3bbQWI/AAAAAAAABCo/e-wTk9U1n00/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfw_3bbQWI/AAAAAAAABCo/e-wTk9U1n00/s200/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950468489232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;超帅! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4571529093825121029?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4571529093825121029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4571529093825121029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4571529093825121029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4571529093825121029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-i-can-relate-to-david-archuleta.html' title='now i can relate to david archuleta.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STfxACqxQdI/AAAAAAAABC4/gyTJPcQ167w/s72-c/Picture+12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-671591189504795379</id><published>2008-12-04T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:44:28.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast at rachel's.</title><content type='html'>i finally made it out of the house today thanks to ms tan huishuang.i'm really tired out now,after exploring haji lane and ending up back in town by mid-afternoon.may go sleep now so that i can wake up early to find rachel in the morning.perhaps life is returning to normal.or that i'm forcing myself to not be so lazy because she's flying off on 6th and not coming back till almost a month later or something.i'm going to miss her...not that i see her so often.but she's my bestfriend.i love her and will put in the extra effort to get out of the house to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the david archuleta song (thanks lucas!!).i don't even know why.i don't relate to it at all.but the tunes so addictive haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going away-ay-ay-ayee-ay.like all my friends.i miss zwing,sam,david and rachel already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will make next week fun,just to enjoy the holidays a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monday: do hair? with hs and trin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuesday: robyn's faraway house! with clement and rubez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wednesday: more FC stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thursday: prepare for cell party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friday: cell party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saturday: john's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday: either flea market with hs or yc carnival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-671591189504795379?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/671591189504795379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=671591189504795379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STKkzflWVwI/AAAAAAAABCg/6emNbl51SEQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/STKkzflWVwI/AAAAAAAABCg/6emNbl51SEQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274459318162708226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5814805054072818418?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5814805054072818418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5814805054072818418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5814805054072818418'/><link rel='self' 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latest secret blog post that i just have to beautify this blog with a bit of whatever can be shown.going to have an early night otherwise(: church tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This represented...a seismic shift once again in the way he viewed her. It was time for her to go. And, more importantly, it was time for him to stop loving her. He just wished someone could show him how."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i should be sleeping soon if i want to get sufficient rest for tonight.borrowed 8 books from the library to keep me happy and reading for the next 3 weeks or so till christmas.falling sick for sure,throat feels odd,like a wind is passing through,bringing something like a cold along with it.very soon.just hope it isn't serious.but i had to miss tonight's lowest key event.the one i had been looking forward to.there goes yet another chance to pull an all-nighter with my friends.but i'm not young anymore i guess,no more testing my limits.no more supply of peers to hang out with through the night,to talk deep to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever it is,i am growing old.today in the library i felt awkward heading straight for the adult section,since i never used to do so.adult fiction never interested me too much.teenage fiction was safe,cutesy,simple.but when i tried going upstairs to look for a 'young adult' book,i realized that looking for a truly mature yet unexplicit book was going to be a massive task.it's either this or that.i couldn't take stories about 13-16 years olds anymore..but at the same time i still hate stories about married/divorced people (with kids).i really hate stories about grownups with their own families.there should be a corner for people like me,no longer juvenile,but not ready to face the realities of being an adult.i'm 19.i'm at the crossroads of my life.i need stuff to make me think and agree with,yet stuff that challenges my thinking just enough,not blows my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just told rachel.now i have to read stories about people who are unmarried,without kids,and are lonely.just like me really.perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last night i was so preoccupied chatting that everything profound in my silly little mind more or less diffused into nothingness,or went to hide cleverly in the least bothered corners of my brain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do i cure this loneliness? i know it is there no matter how busy i am.no matter how cynical i am...i know i am lonely.but the world's cure to loneliness just doesn't appeal to me.get attached.be emotionally dependent...this can't be all there is to it,can it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...i don't want anything more from them.i don't want the cure of relationship.i appear to want to live like this forever,problem and solution parallel,never meeting.i am lonely,but i don't want the cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...love is wretched thing.not meant for complicated,dramatic,fragile people like me.with me love is intense,frustrating,challenging,insane...exhausting.my love seems to erode the human soul,tear down even the strongest man,render even the wisest tongue silent.i am a force of nature.like the wind,ever-changing,sometimes still and non-existent,at other times raging like an uncontrollable tempest.i hurt people in the process of trying to be with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps i am meant to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight,my darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2825438662545057545?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-1817055485707986221.post-6540856505897225726</id><published>2008-11-28T03:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:33:51.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a case of heroes.</title><content type='html'>going to sleep already,but cannot wait to watch episode 10 of the embarrassing WHY WHY LOVE tomorrow.what can i say,it's really cute and romantic!!exactly what i'm a sucker for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack is the new black.i seem to be very good at doing nothing at all.also hanging out with sam tmr,probably at siglap since he lives there,and i may want to eat the yongtaufoo again :P actually wanted to have lunch with ben,but both my brothers seem to be incredibly good at not being at home.besides that,i'm also too lazy to get out of the house otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda incoherent now because my brain's gone stupid from all the WHY WHY LOVE nonsense,but i was really sad just now when the internet died.i don't know if i was being all dramatic again,thus i did try to control it and not like tell a million people about my supposed misery..but it did make me think and feel of a lot of things.supper with MJ last night reminded me that we have a head to think and a heart to feel,so we shouldn't keep trying to do neither in fear of being hurt or getting complicated.i'm a thinker,a feeler,an expresser.sometimes i guess being so intense does hurt the people around me.because whilst i'm good at flying into a dramatic whirlwind and quickly returning to normal,my family and friends can't take so many shocks and don't recover quite so quickly from my instability.i'm a hazard,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't and shouldn't complain about not having a hero to willingly come and listen to whatever i decide should burden my heart,but at the same time i'm not sure if such a person even exists besides God.my true hero who always saves the day.today when i was sad i thought about why i didn't have a hero,and felt very lonely,yet it wasn't so much a question of lament as it was a self-reflective thing.i don't actually want anyone to bother about me and my crap,i don't want to hurt any more people with my tempestuous behavior.i change my mind fast about relationships,i make harsh decisions about them,i have some really whacked out concepts about how to deal with them..MJ does marvel at the amount of philosophy i churn out about friendship.sigh.i need to feel in control when it comes to such unpredictable things.i don't like the feeling of being tossed to and fro wherever the tide may turn.i'm a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighter.thinker.feeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's best not to come too close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6540856505897225726?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-1817055485707986221.post-3651246168435156517</id><published>2008-11-25T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:55:12.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to think about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu8j9ls8FI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iC17SHBqIog/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu8j9ls8FI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iC17SHBqIog/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272515114781438034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. december schedule&lt;br /&gt;3. parties to hold&lt;br /&gt;4. goals for next year&lt;br /&gt;5. clearing away term 1 stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. doing hair&lt;br /&gt;7. christmas clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. rain &amp;amp; rach&lt;br /&gt;9. all the love and pain in the world&lt;br /&gt;10. you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3651246168435156517?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3651246168435156517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3651246168435156517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3651246168435156517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3651246168435156517'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSjr-_nrTkI/AAAAAAAABBA/XqOJlGbgRWk/s1600-h/So_close__yet_so_far_away_by_H1lle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSjr-_nrTkI/AAAAAAAABBA/XqOJlGbgRWk/s400/So_close__yet_so_far_away_by_H1lle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722831299432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't you tell that I'm terrified, mortified, petrified, stupefied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-1793171755909109384?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSjr-_nrTkI/AAAAAAAABBA/XqOJlGbgRWk/s72-c/So_close__yet_so_far_away_by_H1lle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-7252511230037355941</id><published>2008-11-22T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:07:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyway,</title><content type='html'>i am going to sleep as soon as i finish blogging.today was friday,my little nyonya drama has not started,and therefore my expectations of having at least one thing to look forward to were crushed at precisely 9 pm and my week has been nothing but a mindless cycle of reading tons of biz law material,trying not to get distracted,memorizing a million facts about remedies and vitiating factors and the ever annoying torts,fighting to concentrate and not sleep (which was rather futile at first),hating twc,forcing myself to stop msn-ing/facebooking/msg-ing instead of reading the criminally boring twc notes (which was rather futile throughout),planning my study schedule and surprisingly keeping quite on track..in conclusion,the week was half holiday,half concentration camp.i do hope it's meant to be that way,or i'm kinda screwed for my exams,which start on monday (dread dread dread) and end of wednesday 11 am (i insist on being so precise, since it's such a lovely occurence for it to end BEFORE THE AFTERNOON).ohhhmygosh.and my little nyonya show starts on tuesday!which is gossip girl day!JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i wanted to blog about the people who are my legacy since i was talking to steph about it today but i'm in no disposition currently to sound affectionate and convicted about my wonderful friends because i'm falling asleep.i will make a list,however,so that i can talk about them next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. david&lt;br /&gt;3. steph&lt;br /&gt;4. trinette olive low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conditional acceptance,for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. swan&lt;br /&gt;5. hot sam&lt;br /&gt;6. zwing&lt;br /&gt;7. chook&lt;br /&gt;8. robyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on waiting list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. bimbo tan hs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's actually alot more that i can think of now but where's the exclusivity in that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7252511230037355941?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7252511230037355941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7252511230037355941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7252511230037355941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7252511230037355941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyway.html' title='anyway,'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-8487843027161951776</id><published>2008-11-22T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:28:08.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-Rn6nq7I/AAAAAAAABBY/sAaoFWsQ73w/s1600-h/The_Cross____by_jkiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-Rn6nq7I/AAAAAAAABBY/sAaoFWsQ73w/s320/The_Cross____by_jkiner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272516998749203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about God. One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the mum, right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, 'Does anyone know who this is?' In response the little girl said, 'I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't know whether the story's true or not, but it sure is touching. And I totally believe in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8487843027161951776?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8487843027161951776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8487843027161951776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8487843027161951776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8487843027161951776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/email.html' title='email.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-Rn6nq7I/AAAAAAAABBY/sAaoFWsQ73w/s72-c/The_Cross____by_jkiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-7289275883701214163</id><published>2008-11-20T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:17:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to our many years of love,baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSQ7jBf65UI/AAAAAAAABAw/rSvwuJeH2yk/s1600-h/Picture+32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSQ7jBf65UI/AAAAAAAABAw/rSvwuJeH2yk/s400/Picture+32.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270402936814101826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you love cheesy.that's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7289275883701214163?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7289275883701214163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-2123497580107267908</id><published>2008-11-19T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:10:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a masked affair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIdQFvFNI/AAAAAAAABAY/0ov2gyV0Xfo/s1600-h/IMG_7642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIdQFvFNI/AAAAAAAABAY/0ov2gyV0Xfo/s200/IMG_7642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270276393814398162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIctarDdI/AAAAAAAABAA/LUCkcGx0Wic/s1600-h/IMG_7617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIctarDdI/AAAAAAAABAA/LUCkcGx0Wic/s200/IMG_7617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270276384506973650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIc1kBcmI/AAAAAAAABAI/nKkuEGVJBUE/s1600-h/IMG_7618_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIc1kBcmI/AAAAAAAABAI/nKkuEGVJBUE/s200/IMG_7618_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270276386693673570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIdGZWw4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/NfOGWMYpRFo/s1600-h/IMG_7643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIdGZWw4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/NfOGWMYpRFo/s200/IMG_7643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270276391212336002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;paper faces on parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2123497580107267908?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2123497580107267908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2123497580107267908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2123497580107267908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2123497580107267908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/masked-affair.html' title='a masked affair.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSPIdQFvFNI/AAAAAAAABAY/0ov2gyV0Xfo/s72-c/IMG_7642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-5937281274632252181</id><published>2008-11-18T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:01:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-3_2eVXI/AAAAAAAABBg/SW2cfsb_PK8/s1600-h/n881735716_3325375_9481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-3_2eVXI/AAAAAAAABBg/SW2cfsb_PK8/s320/n881735716_3325375_9481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272517658009294194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;Screaming into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Searching for an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm standing still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or running fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;-marie digby-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5937281274632252181?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5937281274632252181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5937281274632252181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5937281274632252181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5937281274632252181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-im-screaming-into-dark-searching.html' title=''/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SSu-3_2eVXI/AAAAAAAABBg/SW2cfsb_PK8/s72-c/n881735716_3325375_9481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-804762689047328172</id><published>2008-11-16T16:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:12:49.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soirée*(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR_VP2K6SuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LbhNgsXDV6k/s1600-h/The_Masquerade_by_amalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR_VP2K6SuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LbhNgsXDV6k/s400/The_Masquerade_by_amalie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164557262801634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TBL's annual Christmas party is coming, and a lot of you are invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*soirée |swa-reh| an evening party or gathering, typically in a private house, for conversation or music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-804762689047328172?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/804762689047328172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=804762689047328172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/804762689047328172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/804762689047328172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/soire.html' title='soirée*(:'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR_VP2K6SuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LbhNgsXDV6k/s72-c/The_Masquerade_by_amalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8193924058534178164</id><published>2008-11-15T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:48:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tort of nothing makes me something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR7tI-tLQNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BpXJIMNRWbc/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR7tI-tLQNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BpXJIMNRWbc/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268909352597274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite a successful day of biz law mugging.i am going round in circles with torts,remedies,damages,vitiating factors in my desperation to learn all the new stuff.i also think i have forgotten all the pre-midterms stuff.have 7 days to somehow wing it by monday's exam.cannot wait to be done with that.and twc of course,which is a whole lot more boring but not as stressful.not that biz law itself is not kinda sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my brain is done with words like ab initio/restitutio in integrum/non est factum/ex parte/prima facie ect cetera ect  cetera.i cannot bring myself to read my misrepresentation or torts notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go to sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domokunnnn!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8193924058534178164?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8193924058534178164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8193924058534178164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8193924058534178164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8193924058534178164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/tort-of-nothing-makes-me-something.html' title='the tort of nothing makes me something.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SR7tI-tLQNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BpXJIMNRWbc/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-6442963103166173867</id><published>2008-11-08T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:31:56.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who you are to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i haven't been talking to you very much,or reading your letters.i go about my day thinking about alot of things,but i don't really think about you.i know i haven't been meeting up with you or our friends too often,and in fact i dread it quite a bit because you always arrange meetings so early in the morning when i want to just sleep in.we've had such a history together,sometimes i take you for granted knowing you'll always be there for me.all i have to do is call and ask.you'll do anything for me.i know i'm such a bad friend to you.talking to everyone else,assuming you know everything.assuming whatever i have to say is not of any importance to you.i neglect you,put you aside,let you do your own thing whilst i do mine.i message you once or twice a day,telling you i still love you,still need you.yet i never call to talk properly,never set aside time to prove that you mean anything to me.although you do.you are in the deepest corners of my mind,because no matter how busy i am,no matter how far i fall apart from you,what you did for me will never cease to be of such great magnitude.i'm not a fantastic friend i know.i ought to live eternally indebted to you.but i don't act as though i am alive only because of you.you are the sun that shines upon me,the rain that cools my day,the unfailing friend who waits for me day and night.your love is beautiful,unconditional and amazing.you never give up on me,and even though i treat you like you're dispensable you still answer my calls when i'm desperate or miserable.you embrace me for who i am in everlasting love even if all i deserve is a slap across my face for my insolence and disrespect for you.the others will tell you not to take me back for all that i have done that speaks contempt of you,but you silence them,reaching out a hand to me and asking me to come.to put all my hurts and wrongs down and find forgiveness,to leave the life i regret behind and just come back home to you.in you i will find my rest,my peace,and all the love that i have been looking for.then everything i've been questioning will make sense.everything i've wanted to know,you will tell me,and i will finally listen and hear your still small voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-1817055485707986221.post-4712177585257650600</id><published>2008-11-07T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:40:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't speak.</title><content type='html'>am utterly exhausted.no more ltb journal! just have to finish the CSP portfolio thing tomorrow,edit acad writing essay,and i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was also getting a bit miffed talking about certain things with TC.the same feelings of indignation and anger at predestination welling up inside.i don't think i trust God very much these days.i'm evidently not showing any trust,for starters.i can't find that peace in me to say,i trust God knows what i desire.or at least i can't say it without suspecting he may have some sort of funny plan that makes me change my mind about certain things and end up accepting stuff i really do not desire.which sounds stupid and completely ungodly.but i can't help but think that he's capable of it.it's just scary to think about the possibilities.this is all TC's fault.which boils down to it being my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.life is so full of shit! i'm like both happy and upset all at the same time.over different issues.ugh.stupid!stupid stupid stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so full of shit too.hrrmpph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suddenly confused over what i want from life.besides to not remain as the pathetic loser i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really ought to hear about what my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; life is all about.when i remove all the glamour from daily rantings,i'm a fool.a fool with some very idiotic acquaintances and circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i roll my eyes at everything lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4712177585257650600?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4712177585257650600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4712177585257650600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4712177585257650600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4712177585257650600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-speak.html' title='don&apos;t speak.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-5416213224194995128</id><published>2008-11-06T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:46:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5416213224194995128?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5416213224194995128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5416213224194995128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5416213224194995128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5416213224194995128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-thanks.html' title='no thanks.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7139792546100604353</id><published>2008-11-05T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:08:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who we are.</title><content type='html'>some of us are young and learning.loving.hoping.dealing with.being sad.feeling things you've never felt about someone.some of us are just living for that moment,to just catch a glimpse of that one person in that one place.to muster up the courage to walk over and say hello,i could love you one day.some of us are hiding our emotions,refusing to give them the time of day,dismissing that emptiness as completely lame and unimportant.when deep inside you know who you're missing.some of us are haunted by the past and just want to move on,want to make a clean break.but meet people who remind us of those we are hoping to forget,and are scared to make the mistakes we made again.some of us are relearning love,laughing and leaning,tilting,falling.staring into each other's gaze and on one side, at least, there's dying inhibitions.some of us are growing closer,finding unexpected friendship,realizing that the other isn't so bad.some of us are delusional,silly,fools in waiting,not knowing that the time has passed and will never return.some of us realize it,some of us don't.some of us are discovering other worlds,venturing,daring and moving in circles we never thought we'd see ourselves in.some of us have lost ourselves in the wild crowd,in the midst of liquor and music.some of us have forgotten God,or at least haven't bothered keeping in touch as much as before.some of us feel bad,some of us don't.some of us are so caught up with our own lives,meeting the demands of others,filling our time with mindless activities.it's a mess and it's complicated.we want out but the exits are missing.either we have no life,or this is life.some of us are tired and moody,avoiding the questions on where we have been,leaving who we once were behind,unanswered for.suddenly i am horribly afraid of who we have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7139792546100604353?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-1817055485707986221.post-626799018678641079</id><published>2008-11-04T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:20:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.handwritingwizard.com</title><content type='html'>Joanne is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.&lt;p&gt;Joanne will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Joanne an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Joanne is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joanne is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Joanne doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009749.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Joanne will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; In reference to Joanne's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Joanne slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Joanne can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Joanne is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Joanne basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010769.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Joanne is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't "need" them. She can be a loner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-626799018678641079?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/626799018678641079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=626799018678641079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/626799018678641079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/626799018678641079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/11/wwwhandwritingwizardcom.html' title='www.handwritingwizard.com'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6680337612974324436</id><published>2008-10-29T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:44:51.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn passing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;if you'd meet me halfway,&lt;br /&gt;if you would meet me halfway&lt;br /&gt;it could be the same for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all these days i've been with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've never been with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is turning grey and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the leaves have fallen off the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though i've tried to keep it strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and say that i'm alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i chose the path less traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now you waste my day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;autumn's passing, summer's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sky's a dying blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, i want to be alone but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i always cheat on myself with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh how you bring tears to my eyes because you remind me of what i have been doing to myself.do i really live out my rejection by putting myself in positions whereby i am always kept at arm's length or carelessly pushed away - because this is how i expect to be treated? has this cruelty become a habit and a self-inflicted punishment for the incompetence i feel? do i gawk at the kindness the others show to me and repel myself from such grace because i do not believe i deserve it? i watched the nanny and listened to her shrink tell her that the other day,and it dawned on me that i too am putting myself in the place of least unconditional love and acceptance.i have been running from it my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6680337612974324436?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6680337612974324436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6680337612974324436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6680337612974324436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6680337612974324436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-passing.html' title='autumn passing.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6305488056273842460</id><published>2008-10-27T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:38:59.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunkissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQW1-wKIaOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/U_MP5nIVpi4/s1600-h/n700960789_4610463_2097_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQW1-wKIaOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/U_MP5nIVpi4/s400/n700960789_4610463_2097_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261811829336205538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;am i living the consequences of your rejection of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6305488056273842460?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6305488056273842460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6305488056273842460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6305488056273842460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6305488056273842460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunkissed.html' title='sunkissed.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQW1-wKIaOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/U_MP5nIVpi4/s72-c/n700960789_4610463_2097_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8777485982311948888</id><published>2008-10-27T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:25:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never gonna be that simple.</title><content type='html'>i wasted a weekend.or at least a day.so restless.omg.cannot do nothing.feel like i've got tons to do.so although i'm completing some work,as long as i'm not up to my neck and drowning in work,i feel so emptied out and wayward.sigh.don't know why i'm this waste-time these few days ever since workload lightened a bit.like,trying to emancipate myself yet feeling completely awkward doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i changed? for the worse? neutral? just changed? no longer open and vulnerable and spontaneous and hopeful? but instead hardened,protective,guarded,wary and cynical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;cause if i don't you're gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;cause i really don't feel the way i once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;it's not you it's me&lt;br /&gt;gotta figure out what i need&lt;br /&gt;there's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but we know that we gotta go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;and i know it's hard but i gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;and it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;cause there's never a right time to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8777485982311948888?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8777485982311948888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8777485982311948888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8777485982311948888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8777485982311948888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-never-gonna-be-that-simple.html' title='it&apos;s never gonna be that simple.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-7309637736750465677</id><published>2008-10-23T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:04:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQBwfTYUlyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/DusAoniQ56g/s1600-h/Photo+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQBwfTYUlyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/DusAoniQ56g/s400/Photo+311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260328047849281314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you can't handle me at my worst,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;omg i knew we had a lot more things in common than i suspected we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7309637736750465677?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7309637736750465677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7309637736750465677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7309637736750465677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7309637736750465677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-selfish-impatient-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SQBwfTYUlyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/DusAoniQ56g/s72-c/Photo+311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-881260009566192346</id><published>2008-10-23T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:51:30.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart autumn boy.</title><content type='html'>we grow up&lt;br /&gt;we smash things&lt;br /&gt;spring summer autumn winter&lt;br /&gt;we love each other&lt;br /&gt;we regret each other&lt;br /&gt;truth beauty freedom love&lt;br /&gt;we remember stuff&lt;br /&gt;we pretend to forget stuff&lt;br /&gt;matthew mark luke john&lt;br /&gt;we get together&lt;br /&gt;we break up&lt;br /&gt;attraction selection compassion hate&lt;br /&gt;summer delusion&lt;br /&gt;summer's gone&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.autumn.boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-881260009566192346?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-1817055485707986221.post-954943898702292120</id><published>2008-10-19T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:10:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the bed is where it'll stay</title><content type='html'>life is great.only AS/CT presentations left,and AS exam on sunday.i will perhaps study for that tmr.but today was possibly the best day of 2 weeks.finished up acad last night,watched whose line till 4,woke comfortably up at 12,got fetched to the beach at 2 plus,had lagoon food for brunch/tea,took many happy beach photos with the ltb group minus alex and xt,came back,did devotion,fell asleep till 7,had mum's fantastic laksa,had bible devotion with family which means tomorrow i'm free to go for class gathering,played on facebook,watched 2 hours worth of top model...omg.life is awesome.now am skyping zwing and finally seeing her in like a whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this sense of really transitioning into my new life.like really finally understanding and coming to terms with this is who i am as a university student.no longer as clueless as before,2 months ago when all this madness started,but still learning.but it's a habit.it's a lifestyle.i may not love the work i have to contend with,but i'm loving everything else. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with new beginnings comes new ends.some of you have heard my contentions earlier this week.nothing that i can really mention explicitly here,but somehow i've come to this point of wreckoning.like,i'm not sure what exactly is going on inside of me that's creating so much havoc and flippant behavior,but something's happening.i don't know.i'm like,moving on so fast it scares me to see how far i've been flung in a matter of a few weeks.i guess i'm either still really immature,or way too mature to bother about things that keep messing me up.it could be my mother's influence.i don't know.it could be huishuang.i still don't know.then again,it could just be me.erratic.unpredictable.dramatic.indifferent.it could be hahaha some-of-you-know-who.i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this calls for the secret blog.toodles.muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-954943898702292120?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/954943898702292120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=954943898702292120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/954943898702292120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/954943898702292120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-bed-is-where-itll-stay.html' title='under the bed is where it&apos;ll stay'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-4322184336182359927</id><published>2008-10-14T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:55:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you sing a one way love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SPOYOU3bgVI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Xw2k8bMB4zk/s1600-h/im_sorry_but_i__d_love_no_one_by_frogboychickenrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SPOYOU3bgVI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Xw2k8bMB4zk/s400/im_sorry_but_i__d_love_no_one_by_frogboychickenrice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712561958289746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memory still seems to love you.she sees you the way you used to look.she paints dreams of you the only way she learnt how to.when she thinks about you,she remembers first your eyes,then your hair,then your smile.she has never admitted to loving another but you and you always.nobody else continued to make sense.nobody else who walked with her made a difference.no one made her sob that way.no one else could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memory compares the girl you finally chose to the girl she'd waited to show up to claim you years ago.memory doesn't know why things had to be that way then,the way they are now.memory doesn't know why you had to leave her behind.memory wouldn't be memory if you hadn't.she would just be empty history,her footsteps ending where you made her your destiny.memory wants to know why you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of all the things memory does know,she definitely knows you never loved her no matter what seemed to give you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my busy week carries on without a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4322184336182359927?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4322184336182359927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4322184336182359927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4322184336182359927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4322184336182359927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-you-sing-one-way-love-song.html' title='how do you sing a one way love song'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SPOYOU3bgVI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Xw2k8bMB4zk/s72-c/im_sorry_but_i__d_love_no_one_by_frogboychickenrice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-6071690015185405954</id><published>2008-10-09T20:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:45:21.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart straight hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO340AOPmnI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vuoyRXRmosw/s1600-h/Photo+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO340AOPmnI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vuoyRXRmosw/s400/Photo+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255129912507865714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO34D2XBLdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ffrDolPj9cU/s1600-h/Photo+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO34D2XBLdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ffrDolPj9cU/s400/Photo+300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255129085226593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO34EDFeJTI/AAAAAAAAA94/UD9qeKSInCA/s1600-h/Photo+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO34EDFeJTI/AAAAAAAAA94/UD9qeKSInCA/s400/Photo+305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255129088642655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's enough. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6071690015185405954?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6071690015185405954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6071690015185405954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6071690015185405954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6071690015185405954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-straight-hair.html' title='i heart straight hair.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SO340AOPmnI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vuoyRXRmosw/s72-c/Photo+318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-2208332207891629715</id><published>2008-10-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:17:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi to stalker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SOSRZvTClTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-rn_jCX8ntQ/s1600-h/n660231633_1018258_8977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SOSRZvTClTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-rn_jCX8ntQ/s400/n660231633_1018258_8977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252482936799925554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thanks paul(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2208332207891629715?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2208332207891629715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2208332207891629715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2208332207891629715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2208332207891629715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-to-stalker.html' title='hi to stalker.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SOSRZvTClTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-rn_jCX8ntQ/s72-c/n660231633_1018258_8977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8752070490831691774</id><published>2008-10-01T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:36:41.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really relay games.</title><content type='html'>my mind is foggy and i'm full and sleepy.but i will get nightmares if i sleep now before i finish sufficiently digesting my food.sigh.i'm supposed to do relay games i know.am also the last person to hand in the stuff to eliz.argh.today was a day off from work (relatively).had a pretty nice sweet time with the CT dears,as stelly will call us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.am so tired i can't think.but i just wanted to say hi to all those who stalk my blog. (PAUL TAG OUR PICTURES ON FB!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8752070490831691774?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8752070490831691774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8752070490831691774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8752070490831691774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8752070490831691774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/10/really-relay-games.html' title='really relay games.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3434598378574180661</id><published>2008-09-27T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:04:18.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn pain!</title><content type='html'>writing acad essay number 2 was a horrible experience.it is emblazoned in my mind! it is carved upon my being! oh my gosh! deliver me! DELIVER ME FROM THE EDITING I HAVE TO DO TOMORROW AND SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all,DELIVER ME FROM THEBIZLAWESSAYTHELTBJOURNALTHEASFALLACYRESEARCHTHETWCMEETINGTHECTMEETINGTHEBIZLAWMAKEUPCLASSTHELTBWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.work work work.even when next next week rolls around i'll be mugging my poor un-business-law-ish ass off for the sake of passing the midterms in week 9,where i have TWC/AS/CT/LTB/AW presentations i heard.very wth-ish.that is 5 presentations and ONE MAJORLY DIFFICULT EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can they bear to do this to me?! i mean seriously! how?! how!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW!??!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3434598378574180661?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3434598378574180661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3434598378574180661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3434598378574180661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3434598378574180661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-pain.html' title='damn pain!'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6725061541961289735</id><published>2008-09-26T02:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:09:37.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adapted from psalms 18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;, O LORD, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY STRENGTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD IS MY ROCK, MY FORTRESS AND MY DELIVERER;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD IS MY ROCK, IN WHOM I TAKE REFUGE.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS MY SHIELD...MY SALVATION, MY STRONGHOLD...&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAVED FROM MY ENEMIES...&lt;br /&gt;IN MY DISTRESS I CALLED TO THE LORD;&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED TO MY GOD FOR HELP.&lt;br /&gt;FROM HIS TEMPLE HE HEARD MY VOICE;&lt;br /&gt;MY CRY CAME BEFORE HIM, INTO HIS EARS...&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD THUNDERED FROM HEAVEN;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICE OF THE MOST HIGH RESOUNDED.&lt;br /&gt;HE SHOT HIS ARROWS AND SCATTERED THE ENEMIES,&lt;br /&gt;GREAT BOTLS OF LIGHTNING AND ROUTED THEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;HE REACHED DOWN FROM ON HIGH AND TOOK HOLD OF ME;&lt;br /&gt;HE DREW ME OUT OF DEEP WATERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HE RESCUED ME&lt;/span&gt; FROM MY POWERFUL ENEMY,&lt;br /&gt;FROM MY FOES, WHO WERE TOO STRONG FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;THEY CONFRONTED ME IN THE DAY OF MY DISASTER,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE LORD WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY SUPPORT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE RESCUED ME BECAUSE HE DELIGHTED IN ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD DEALT WITH ME ACCORDING TO MY RIGHTEOUSNESS;&lt;br /&gt;ACCORDING TO THE CLEANNESS OF MY HANDS HE HAS REWARDED ME.&lt;br /&gt;FOR I HAVE KEPT THE WAYS OF THE LORD;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT DONE EVIL BY TURNING FROM MY GOD...&lt;br /&gt;AND HAVE KEPT MYSELF FROM SIN...&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FAITHFUL YOU SHOW YOURSELF FAITHFUL,&lt;br /&gt;TO THE BLAMELESS YOU SHOW YOURSELF BLAMELESS,&lt;br /&gt;TO THE PURE YOU SHOW YOURSELF PURE...&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAVE THE HUMBLE&lt;br /&gt;BUT BRING LOW THOSE WHOSE EYES ARE HAUGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU, O LORD, KEEP MY LAMP BURNING;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY GOD TURNS MY DARKNESS INTO LIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOUR HELP I CAN ADVANCE AGAINST A TROOP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;WITH MY GOD I CAN SCALE A WALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS FOR GOD, HIS WAY IS PERFECT;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE WORD OF THE LORD IS FLAWLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A SHIELD&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL WHO TAKE REFUGE IN HIM.&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHO IS GOD BESIDES OUR LORD?&lt;br /&gt;AND WHO IS THE ROCK EXCEPT OUR GOD?&lt;br /&gt;IT IS GOD WHO ARMS ME WITH STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAKES MY WAY PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;HE ENABLES ME TO STAND ON THE HEIGHTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;YOU GIVE ME YOUR SHIELD OF VICTORY,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR RIGHT HAND SUSTAINS ME;&lt;br /&gt;YOU STOOP DOWN TO MAKE ME GREAT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE ARMED ME WITH STRENGTH FOR BATTLE...&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE DELIVERED ME...&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD LIVES! PRAISE BE TO MY ROCK!...&lt;br /&gt;HE IS THE GOD WHO&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AVENGES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE I WILL PRAISE YOU AMONG THE NATIONS, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SING PRAISES TO YOUR NAME.&lt;br /&gt;HE GIVES HIS KING GREAT VICTORIES;&lt;br /&gt;HE SHOWS HIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNFAILING KINDNESS&lt;/span&gt; TO HIS ANOINTED, TO...&lt;br /&gt;HIS DESCENDANTS FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6725061541961289735?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6725061541961289735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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17!!!</title><content type='html'>TURN TO ME AND BE GRACIOUS TO ME,&lt;br /&gt;FOR I AM LONELY AND AFFLICTED.&lt;br /&gt;THE TROUBLES OF MY HEART HAVE MULTIPLIED;&lt;br /&gt;FREE ME FROM MY ANGUISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOOK UPON MY AFFLICTION AND MY DISTRESS&lt;br /&gt;AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY SINS.&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW MY ENEMIES HAVE INCREASED&lt;br /&gt;AND HOW FIERCELY THEY WANT ME TO FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;GUARD MY LIFE AND RESCUE ME;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME NOT BE PUT TO SHAME,&lt;br /&gt;FOR I TAKE REFUGE IN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;MAY INTEGRITY AND UPRIGHTNESS PROTECT ME,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MY HOPE IS IN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDEEM ME, O GOD,&lt;br /&gt;FROM ALL MY TROUBLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adapted from Psalms 25:16-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7718437642526771062?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7718437642526771062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7718437642526771062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7718437642526771062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7718437642526771062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-17.html' title='CHAPTER 17!!!'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2522770009781803670</id><published>2008-09-17T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:40:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'm having a muscle cramp</title><content type='html'>my life is very unglam.there is such a lack of variety.where is the slacking.where is the sitting around laughing my head off with my crazy friends.where are my crazy friends..where has my youth gone.my life is pathetic.pathetically busy.my shoulders are feeling really tense now man.i'm not even doing any work.it must be the overusage of the computer that's keeping my hands on the table and fingers moving all the time.this sucks.i want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sucks even more is that the worst is yet to come.the work is snowballing,in trinette's terms.i am drowning.i am being eaten alive.i am being flattened by an avalanche of presentations,assignments and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do so many people however,look as though they're enjoying life like never before? why am i such a loser?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the horror the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for huishuang,stepho and olive though.tauhuay tonight was a good time in a long time.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SM_vXKalhxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ZXHQgrfd5K8/s1600-h/Photo+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SM_vXKalhxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ZXHQgrfd5K8/s400/Photo+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246675272121812754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love my beauty queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2522770009781803670?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2522770009781803670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2522770009781803670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2522770009781803670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2522770009781803670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-im-having-muscle-cramp.html' title='maybe i&apos;m having a muscle cramp'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SM_vXKalhxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ZXHQgrfd5K8/s72-c/Photo+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-2070811261989179614</id><published>2008-09-08T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:22:59.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very very much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SMQb5odRoaI/AAAAAAAAA60/90o1DbzogPM/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SMQb5odRoaI/AAAAAAAAA60/90o1DbzogPM/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243346543092801954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I am pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that the sky is bright blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; my mind is light and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the weather is dark &amp;amp; gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though "I don't love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is all that I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but take a closer look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll know my words aren't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underneath all this pretense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2070811261989179614?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2070811261989179614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2070811261989179614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2070811261989179614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2070811261989179614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-very-much.html' title='very very much.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SMQb5odRoaI/AAAAAAAAA60/90o1DbzogPM/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-7783899934013021759</id><published>2008-09-07T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:37:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life put itself wrongly back together.</title><content type='html'>dear soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell you today that you don't have to be afraid of losing me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you've already done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no longer yours,&lt;br /&gt;jonk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-7783899934013021759?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/7783899934013021759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=7783899934013021759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7783899934013021759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/7783899934013021759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-put-itself-wrongly-back-together.html' title='life put itself wrongly back together.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-5529278267725858379</id><published>2008-09-03T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:53:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe life this time won't.maybe i don't want this kind of life.</title><content type='html'>somehow life all around me as i knew it and thought i knew it is spiraling away from me faster than i can say 'no thanks' to it and the way it's turning out.why's everyone i used to live believing were just the way i was turning out to be very different from anything i could have possibly imagined them being? why am i increasingly not recognizing the life that i live in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being left behind? set apart? where do i stand in all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bombarded with ideas and concepts that today make me feel more like a stranger in my own shoes than a self-actualized/empowered individual.a few of you will know i've been having problems of my own these few days.as i just told claudia,i'm not sure if i'm really this calm and unfeeling towards the whole issue,or if i'm just controlling the tears somewhere inside.i'm not so sure of who i am anymore.i can't pintpoint my exact feelings.i don't know if i'm angry or sad or indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading timmo's blog for possibly the first time ever (properly) made me realize that there are alot of people in my life whom i wish i knew better than MSN-based-knowledge.so many people i've made friends with have incredibly interesting stories to tell.life is truly beginning for me at SMU now.there's so many amazing stories out there for me to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.i don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks claud&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5529278267725858379?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5529278267725858379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5529278267725858379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5529278267725858379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5529278267725858379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-life-this-time-wontmaybe-i-dont.html' title='maybe life this time won&apos;t.maybe i don&apos;t want this kind of life.'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-9118790180083576708</id><published>2008-08-29T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:44:17.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a few days</title><content type='html'>i love how the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; writes about the most foul and usually un-talked-about activities in one's daily life. (i.e. unfortunate visits to public toilets) i have never been that cracked up listening to darryl's high amused narration of the explicitly disgusting blog of my said love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay nicky is making too much noise outside on the drums which are preventing me from waxing more lyrical.mother is also calling me down to mash potatoes.be right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-9118790180083576708?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/9118790180083576708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=9118790180083576708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/9118790180083576708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/9118790180083576708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-few-days.html' title='in a few days'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6889391031274249960</id><published>2008-08-24T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:54:28.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>figuring the guy who saved me out</title><content type='html'>what alex (very enthusiastic and friendly ltb member) says is right.i can feel the fibres in me tingling to just get out there and do something.let off some steam.it's either i'm too exhausted from pulling late nights and all day activities or i've gone into autopilot.what a tiring first week.i am spent.uni is exciting yet frightening all at the same time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;circumstances have forced me to sit down and take a good hard look at my faith these few days.quite a few of us are trying to get back in touch with God,especially in this difficult new life we're all forced into.what a journey it's going to be.it's like i'm pushing off from the shore and wading into deeper waters.i want to walk on water with Jesus,but i don't even know where He's taking me.as i've said,it's exciting and frightening.so many new experiences this year,so many new convictions.what a rollercoaster ride for so many of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was talking to darryl and trinette (and a couple of other random people) about what has been burdening my heart these few days.i want to know is why people who know Him aren't loving Him for what He deserves.where has Christianity gone?it's not like i'm a great (as in,perfect) lover of God.but i'm committed to trying as much as i can to surrender my life and live for Him.i know what He's done for me,and i don't ever want to remain the same person i was yesterday or the year before.i want to keep growing even though things at the top get scarier and more daunting.i have to admit as i feel God pulling me up the crazy rock wall like a belayer would,i'm like a bit exhausted and apprehensive.the climb before was such a challenge.i'm not sure if i can go on as it gets even harder.i know God knows what i can do.but i need so much more fuel man.like the stuff they teach us in uni,this new unfamiliar lap is such a giant leap from the usual trials i've gone through.it's forcing me to mature and handle things i once thought were so much larger than myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh gosh.i'm too tired to even blog properly.i've got so much stuff on my mind however.i'm dying to just say - LET GOD CHANGE YOU STOP TRYING TO CHANGE YOURSELF IT'LL NEVER WORK WE'VE ALL TRIED AND FAILED.GOD IS SAYING SON COME BACK TO JESUS.THE DIVINE EXCHANGE IS WAITING FOR YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was a little explicit and straight forward.but i'm too tired.i don't know how to phrase it nicely in this state of mind.i keep thinking..no one in God's presence can emerge from the encounter the exact same person.meeting God just breaks  you into pieces and leaves you weeping like a child.not in shame as you may think of course.but in utmost gratitude because He took everything you ever did,sent His Son to die in your place,and didn't even blame you one bit.how can you NOT react in the most extreme way upon realizing the extent of His mercy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm probably sounding holy moly.i don't know if i should give a damn to that.here's one of my favourite bookmark messages -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I stood before Jesus and asked Him: How much do you love me Lord? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"This much." He replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then He stretched out His arms on the cross and died for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give it some serious thought guys.goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-6889391031274249960?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/6889391031274249960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=6889391031274249960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6889391031274249960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/6889391031274249960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/figuring-guy-who-saved-me-out.html' title='figuring the guy who saved me out'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-5293391135807923943</id><published>2008-08-20T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:08:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZYS1NsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/IYTc-7_kuqg/s1600-h/IMG_7066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZYS1NsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/IYTc-7_kuqg/s400/IMG_7066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607082231576258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i forgot we were supposed to act dao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZnb35FI/AAAAAAAAA6M/34NT_0YAanw/s1600-h/IMG_7065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZnb35FI/AAAAAAAAA6M/34NT_0YAanw/s400/IMG_7065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607086296032338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my FAVOURITE.cos i look the nicest(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZ9ViKVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/bs6dCmjVVPg/s1600-h/IMG_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZ9ViKVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/bs6dCmjVVPg/s400/IMG_7072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607092175022418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;heck out my sucky designing skills man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqavJsj6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/cge_tZ0owg8/s1600-h/IMG_7067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqavJsj6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/cge_tZ0owg8/s400/IMG_7067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607105547145122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pretty.odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqaxGyxeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4PlfvbzQb98/s1600-h/IMG_7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqaxGyxeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4PlfvbzQb98/s400/IMG_7068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607106071840226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but things do change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-5293391135807923943?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/5293391135807923943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=5293391135807923943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5293391135807923943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/5293391135807923943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/bffs.html' title='the past.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKwqZYS1NsI/AAAAAAAAA6E/IYTc-7_kuqg/s72-c/IMG_7066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8071280363808957818</id><published>2008-08-16T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:07:28.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKWrK_0LAZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hAVG9fSODxw/s1600-h/IMG_7025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKWrK_0LAZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hAVG9fSODxw/s400/IMG_7025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234778347305370002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKWrLSCh31I/AAAAAAAAA58/TKy4XSIOMzI/s1600-h/IMG_6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKWrLSCh31I/AAAAAAAAA58/TKy4XSIOMzI/s400/IMG_6940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234778352197427026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life with jonk is never without the endless drama.sometimes i wonder how my friends handle it,especially those caught in the constant crossfire,swept this way and that with my reckless abandon.some people sit and listen in amazement,others thank their lucky stars they live on calmer seas.i don't know.life is awkward.life is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have learnt so much over the past weeks as smu life started off with camps,as my social life fluorished naturally with the oddest of companions,things move and change so fast i literally can't catch my breath at times.there are a lot of things to say in regard to certain issues,things i toss over in my mind like an overdone salad,things that nobody really wants to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think even i can catch up with myself.it's secret blog time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8071280363808957818?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8071280363808957818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8071280363808957818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8071280363808957818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/8071280363808957818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SKWrK_0LAZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hAVG9fSODxw/s72-c/IMG_7025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-3851153485625332338</id><published>2008-08-05T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:08:18.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take that bow</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i like take a bow by rihanna so much.i think the piano part really gets to me.i love the piano part.which is basically the bass of the whole song.today i went to smu for lunch then out with darryl to shop for his new wardrobe.i think i may have succeeded in changing his style a bit.then trinette joined us for our favourite crystal jade lamianxiaolongbao dinner,icecream,quarreled again,then went home after making peace.tomorrow we're going to parkway to do the same stuff.bangkok on thursday!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3851153485625332338?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3851153485625332338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3851153485625332338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3851153485625332338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3851153485625332338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-that-bow.html' title='take that bow'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-2685237969848949109</id><published>2008-08-05T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:08:12.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours mine and ours(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SJhpMTwJI5I/AAAAAAAAApk/uXS1nMlD8C0/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SJhpMTwJI5I/AAAAAAAAApk/uXS1nMlD8C0/s400/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046627372376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olive so prettyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SJhpMizXmgI/AAAAAAAAAps/ORzKi22tjEI/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SJhpMizXmgI/AAAAAAAAAps/ORzKi22tjEI/s400/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046631412439554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the epitome of stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2685237969848949109?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2685237969848949109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2685237969848949109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2685237969848949109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2685237969848949109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/08/yours-mine-and-ours.html' title='yours mine and ours(:'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SJhpMTwJI5I/AAAAAAAAApk/uXS1nMlD8C0/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-8227749033172239881</id><published>2008-07-27T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:47:43.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are irony herself tonight</title><content type='html'>it must be God,literature,irony,..something in my fish noodles.something,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i've come to the place of peace after those long nights of wondering and pondering,drifting,being in flux.today the randomness of this familiar world has somehow ceased and i'm ready to reconquer the universe of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's good to be home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-8227749033172239881?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/8227749033172239881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=8227749033172239881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i'm getting enough sleep because i will (with all 24 hours in a day finally all mine),i can make whatever plans i want in the day and not worry if i'm free (because as long as there are no prior plans,of course i'm free).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but,not having to work also has its very bad points such as being available for nagging at as long as i remain at home,wasting away in front of the computer either watching CSI or ANTM,having 4 borrowed books i'm supposed to finish but it seems like iv got all the time in the world so i am not reading like i should be,and if i'm not proactive in creating useful things for my time,nothing happens at all.i'm free and completely wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it happened today,since this whole week i've been more or less just totally free as opposed to last week when i was like just back from bangkok and tying up loose ends in the office,settling into life without work.so yeah,it's friday ALREADY and camp facilitator just called to remind me i HAVE CAMPS all through the next two weeks.am totally DREADING them but i guess what more can i do with myself these days? i ironically need school to pull me back to life.i can't run from it forever.anyhow,little problems such as loneliness and boredom are threatening to trip me into other sorts of larger problems that i really do not want to deal with.want to know what they are? speak to me personally if you're steph,zwing,swan or rachel.otherwise don't bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't say that alot has been on my mind,because it's just filled with CSI/ANTM/FREE TIME,so i'm just making my life up as i go along in some odd manner.and this is the first..or maybe second day that i'm just throwing to the wind.not doing something just feels so wrong.it's like i'm open to all sorts of potential issues just waiting to happen.especially when i'm hearing about people's problems and stuff and i'm forced to somehow reconcile all that to myself and wonder when's my own turn (since i just got out of a few serious ones).like to me,people's problems,though they feel like they could very well be my own,may just one day be mine.and i'm going to have to deal with that.but i think that whole 'in flux' thing and emptiness of emotion's all still here.i'm still suspended in transition,my foot's slightly caught in older issues yet i'm still bravely stepping forth into the future.as a result i'm like going no where at all.i'm not colliding into anything new and refreshing,neither am i wallowing in something old and so over.i can barely believe my life is dramatic anymore.if anything it is dramatically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean life used to be very vibrant and active,things just keep rolling and happening and i used to have to be constantly on the ball.emotions just flowing in and out and through me like fuel keeping the crazy engine of my whole life going.i had great camera moments when people all around me just work together so well and have so much fun together,i had moments when i was very self-aware that i was depressed/sad/moody.but i'm not that sure about myself anymore.i don't know if you'll call that self doubt,but alot of times these few months i'm just a bit of this and that all put together.never too happy,never too sad.except maybe for that one time last week when i was really down and out.but that really sucked.that was a real huge problem,not one that is in some way delightful at all.never want to live through that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's not like i want to live through my past problems again just because i found certain beauty and memory in them.maybe because they involved people who weren't family,people whom i felt i could write stories about and actually re-read those stories and feel warm even though they weren't always pleasant.remember those painful times fondly yes,but not live through them again.don't think anyone will get what i mean by that,but if you want an explanation,again,speak to me personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda like an optimist,so i'm not willing to say that hey i concede defeat my life has ceased to exude quality and enigma like it used to.in fact,despite my mounting dread of next week's kill-me-slowly camps,i'm willing to hold faint belief that uni life will fire up my lacklustre life as it is now.meeting up with kl and finding out we're in all our camps together definitely helped alot.knowing that school holds so much promise and energy also helps.being able to finally get out of this holiday thing with its little fevers and delusions is good news too.my mind only has 2 more days to wander.i'm moving on babes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teeth have also stopped hurting so much.a little sore still but at least i can more or less eat properly now.last night darryl and i went cycling and stupidly (though half deliberately) got caught in the rain.think it was good though.i loved the quietness of eastcoast (so rare) and the chilly winds that were lingering with the rain,and even the familiar company of my dear best guy friend whom i so love and hate all at the same time.i don't think i've encountered anyone who so truly makes me mad and appreciated one after another in the same sequence.one minute we're goofing off the next he's sulking and i'm pissed off suddenly we make up and he's making me laugh even though i'm appalled at his behavior and then all over again i've hurt his feelings and he's yelling at me which makes me yell back.......over and over and over until we're too tired to say sorry anymore and just sit in weirdly happy silence.it takes so much effort being your bestfriend darryl you better appreciate what i'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHH should i just be happy with what i'm doing with my pathetic life now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-1806061473530923019?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/1806061473530923019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=1806061473530923019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1806061473530923019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/1806061473530923019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/07/curtain-call.html' title='curtain call?'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-3297209652296371936</id><published>2008-07-21T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:06:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday kevin!!!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SINv3hi_4dI/AAAAAAAAApc/oYUGs-lLimg/s1600-h/cw-gossipgirl-prt-MSettle-a_006383-8bf920-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SINv3hi_4dI/AAAAAAAAApc/oYUGs-lLimg/s400/cw-gossipgirl-prt-MSettle-a_006383-8bf920-281x374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225142992368558546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how could i forget the hottest father on TV steph?! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway it's kevin's actual birthday today.want to wish him a huge happy 21st and i'm so glad it turned out much louder than he expected. (: you totally totally deserve it okay.i didn't plan it but i uh,did try quite hard to produce a worthy present.so i'm hoping you have a great day ahead and plenty of emotional moments whilst reading my book.and good laughs too of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is full of wonderful people,actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3297209652296371936?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3297209652296371936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3297209652296371936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3297209652296371936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3297209652296371936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-kevin.html' title='happy birthday kevin!!!(:'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SINv3hi_4dI/AAAAAAAAApc/oYUGs-lLimg/s72-c/cw-gossipgirl-prt-MSettle-a_006383-8bf920-281x374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-2008888954908743120</id><published>2008-07-19T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:44:08.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you have to watch gossip girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUCWqkFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4k0frFlIu3U/s1600-h/vanityfair2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUCWqkFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4k0frFlIu3U/s400/vanityfair2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224703677560426578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because they play 17 year olds who act WAY older than us 19 year olds AND they're all about our age in real life.mindblowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUE9sahI/AAAAAAAAApE/DJFaJ-W75-k/s1600-h/2007tvguide02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUE9sahI/AAAAAAAAApE/DJFaJ-W75-k/s400/2007tvguide02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224703678260996626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because they each play such unique roles that together form such an intriguing storyline,and make school life look more glamorous than it has ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUVB9koI/AAAAAAAAApM/P03DvyidnXE/s1600-h/hollywood+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUVB9koI/AAAAAAAAApM/P03DvyidnXE/s400/hollywood+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224703682573865602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because they're all so hot and have such great chemistry with each other you wish you had a bunch of friends as camera perfect as they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUWnwB3I/AAAAAAAAApU/eBpS6ccwF38/s1600-h/hollywood+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUWnwB3I/AAAAAAAAApU/eBpS6ccwF38/s400/hollywood+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224703683000797042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of hot-hot-hot chuck,who's actually british and is a walking explanation as to why most of us girls just love the bad guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-2008888954908743120?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/2008888954908743120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=2008888954908743120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2008888954908743120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/2008888954908743120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-you-have-to-watch-gossip-girl.html' title='why you have to watch gossip girl.'/><author><name>jonk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiGp2-lsvic/SIHgUCWqkFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4k0frFlIu3U/s72-c/vanityfair2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817055485707986221.post-3456398611553947578</id><published>2008-07-19T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:47:39.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God will piece my life back together</title><content type='html'>at this moment in time i feel as though only an excerpt written some time ago from my God journal deserves to be displayed:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"help me know You,help me listen.help me embrace my freedom.help me love You with all my heart.help me live out Your victory for my life.help me walk only in Your Way.help me be like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;whatever drought,whatever storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i want you to know that i'm holding you firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i am your belayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fall upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i don't scorn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm here to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;where do i start Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my mind is such a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God,don't remain silent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when God places a burden on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He has his hands underneath you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jesus holds my destin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's not only about emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's about something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ar more powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that even in an emotional desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;streams of abundance still flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;trust in God goes deeper than mind,soul and body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beyond every circumstance,every situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God knows.God sees.God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;will do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followed by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Strengthen the feeble hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Steady the knees that give way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Say to those with fearful hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Be strong, do not fear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your God will come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He will come with a vengeance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With divine retribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He will come to save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Isaiah 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a not so random excerpt from The Duchess of Malfi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Look you, the stars shine still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Come, be of comfort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I will save your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Bosola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-3456398611553947578?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/3456398611553947578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=3456398611553947578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3456398611553947578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/3456398611553947578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-will-piece-my-life-back-together.html' title='God will piece my life back together'/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-4340100166311732192</id><published>2008-07-09T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:50:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can remember,you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My story with BCCSC starts on just a regular Sunday on the bus home with Mark and David (cannot remember why else besides the fact that we live in the same neighbourhood). I had been spending my days wondering aimlessly around Singapore looking for some purpose in my post-JC life, hoping never to have to work yet knowing I couldn't hang around like a bum for long without severe self-esteem issues. Working was the new studying for old teenagers my age, and now without any homework to contend with I had no other excuse to put it off. I had, at that point of time, never worked a day in my life of course. I'm, up till now, just a regular straight-to-university student. Macdonald's cashiering is not an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had many intentions on coming to BCCSC to find a job, one of them being church was a comforting familiarity and many of my cell members were finding their places there. Thus when David actually voiced his opinion that I should try out volunteering at BCCSC's student centre, I did not really hesitate to agree. Cutting a long and definitely boring story short, I got in touch with Jacinta and started a short volunteering stint there since I was not given a proper position there as a member of the staff. Somehow or rather, God's divine ways led me to the old conference room of the not-yet-renovated church office and straight into the unknown hands of Mandy and Toonhan. They interviewed me for a position in the Family Department as a Youth Worker, quite unlike my initial conception of working with children alone. I honestly, at that point, had no idea what on earth BCCSC did besides work with children in the centre or elderly living in the blocks around the church. Thus when I accepted the job somewhat dubious of everything I was in for, I was pretty frightened for my life given the fact that my dear new superiors made the youth I was about to meet and work with seem like the scariest ever young teenagers I had never ever known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Throughout my life I have been fortunate in terms of my family, my studies and my friends. Coming to BCCSC and allowing myself to be exposed to the other side of Singapore, the side my friends and I had never seen, was very much enlightening as it was life-changing. This side of Singapore in the busy heartland of Bedok contrasts drastically against my life thus far of sprawling housing estates, beautiful school campuses populated by the well-to-do and slightly glamorous lifestyles of country clubs and Orchard Road hang-outs. Growing up in purely elite schools like SCGS and VJC, I never got the chance to meet with those who, I mean no offense, don't do well in examinations, land up in schools with less-than-perfect company awaiting, and often find themselves in certain moral dilemmas. It's not that good schools don't have such temptations - the rich simply have a way of keeping themselves out of too much trouble. I never was a part of the group that pushed the boundaries when I was in school, neither was I in an environment whereby my morals were constantly put to the test. At very most I liked wearing my socks way lower than the ankle-high rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I met a whole range of  youths during my stint at BCCSC - the typical problem youth who (wow) have brushes with the law from time to time, the odd-ball youngsters who are clueless about social behavior, and the little naughty boys who have issues with anger management. Many of these children come from families with pretty severe problems at hand, which give rise to their own behavioral problems. Although I don't know very much about counselling or social work, I learnt that everyone has a need for help, and everyone deserves to be heard and offered a kind hand. No matter how problematic or outrageous a client may be, they still deserve to receive the love of Christ through us. It is not for us to say who is better or worse. I also learnt that social workers really have huge hearts and enormous listening capacity - in other words enduring patience and overwhelming love for the lost and helpless. It has been my true honor to work with and make good friends with such people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As for my own personal experience throughout the 5-6 months at BCCSC, I will always remember my first day in the under-renovation office. I was nervous and uncomfortable, sitting in the corner of the back conference room that was cluttered with computers and stuff. I remember Toonhan showing me around, making me read those (honestly kinda useless) reports on the programmes run (I couldn't understand a word!!). John came in later and I was pretty scared of him because I didn't know him like I knew Jeslyn and Mary. But things got better when we went to buy food from 85 and he told me about how he met Shirley and his upcoming marriage. When we all moved in to the new office I volunteered to wipe all the tables and help unwrap the new chairs. Mary and I had to move all the old office material back from Hall 2 to the new cupboards - packing could kill! I got my own table, which I happily used as a huge creative space for me and all my unused barang at home. Boy, will I miss that work space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What else will I take with me when I leave? Perhaps it's the interesting story on how Darryl got his job through my recommendation, or how we loved to explore the room with the ping pong table..maybe how we watched Room 401 in SCC, or how Trinette, Darryl and I had spontaneous monthly Pay Day Dinners (starting with Crystal Jade, followed by Thaipan, Ajisen Ramen, Billy Bombers, and finally Simpang Bedok). Nothing would have been the same without these 2 very special people - one who always gets on my nerves with his crazy antics and sometimes bad temper, but will in the end make me smile when he starts disturbing his dearest Olive Oyl, the other is the delightful brunt of Darryl's teasing and resident whiner who's great to boss around (HAHA) and love tremendously. I love you both dearly, people. It's so sad to see us no longer hanging out after work (or even during work)..no more PDDs and random car rides to eat good food. I won't get to tolerate Darryl's singing in the morning (and every moment he's in the car) or have Trinette make me milo anymore. The Office Fiends is having its very last episode tomorrow when work draws to its rapid end. I had never imagined it making so much difference to my life, but it has. Its imprint is on my life journey forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ow can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking&lt;br /&gt;Every breath with you&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me, is against the odds&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've got to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4340100166311732192?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4340100166311732192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>its the season of the secret blog! everyone who's been authorized to go check it out can.if not,don't bother giving yourself a heartattack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817055485707986221-4035927238921176818?l=thebookofjonk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/feeds/4035927238921176818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817055485707986221&amp;postID=4035927238921176818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4035927238921176818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817055485707986221/posts/default/4035927238921176818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofjonk.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-season-of-secret-blog-everyone-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>jonk</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-1817055485707986221.post-6170860783036854928</id><published>2008-07-06T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:35:35.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i stand?</title><content type='html'>when i become devoted to a certain thing and its completion/fulfillment,my entire life grinds to an uncomfortable standstill.a stuttering sort of halt,one that stumbles over the force of inertia as i find myself focussing on only that thing,willing it to come to pass so that i can get over it.and i am strangely unable to really forget it before it arrives,and although i do try to get on with life and think about the rest of my duties as a person,i can't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the QET i just couldn't have as much fun,be as carefree,be as happy and uninhibited.now with the BK trip looming in 4 days,i can't focus on the things that are even more important actually - preparing to say goodbye to my colleagues in a fashion that is characteristically me,which would involve heartfelt notes and pretty farewell gifts.matriculation tomorrow is already killing me at the thought of it.i want it all to just come and go,go away so that i can live my life in the usual wild abandon.no prepared plans,no idea what will happen,but whatever happens tomorrow i will take up happily because i didn't know about it forehand.especially if its something like the QET,which sucks.i hate tests/interviews/workshops.anything that holds me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is why i have a nagging suspicion as to why i can't seem to just let go of certain issues/persons in my life.because to me there are unresolved matters at hand,things that i have yet to accomplish/find out.things that i want to know so that i can get over whatever they are and move on with my oliving (as replacement of swear word) life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if i have a problem,or if its just the lack of one.today during altar call i was seriously wondering if i had a problem at all.because i just feel like i don't have any major ones.nothing that's making me cry at night,burdening me through the day.nothing.state of flux.no motion.no emotion.no long term problems that bug me.maybe having no problems is a problem.i'm just stressed having to consider that school is starting,bangkok trip is coming,work is ending,projects still not complete,life is not totally in order yet.and will not be,i'm guessing,once school starts.so much to get in order.but that's just the way it is.it's not like causing me to go mental (HAHA to all those who know what i mean),or like,be some complete basketcase (as usual).just don't like knowing that things are unresolved.new routines are going to be introduced.shifting out of the old ones that i had just grown used to.i mean,these really aren't world-crashing-down problems.they're just,part of life as it is for me.and the good old me just wants to sit back and not have a care in the world.live on an island and just not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway tomorrow's monday.start of a rushed and probably damn stressful week.uggghhhh have the monday blues just thinking about it already!!!!!!!!!!i want my retreat!!!!!!!!!!!!i don't want people to make me do anything anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i want to be FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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