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Saturday, March 28, 2009 !@#$% 9:30 PM

As I look through my writings, I realised that most of them were about you. And as I went through their thoughts, most were of you too. Be it good or bad, you left a mark. It seems impossible for someone not to talk about you. It seems impossible to forget you. I want to be strong, I don't want to cry. But I'm finding it hard because every time I turn around, something reminds me of you. I know most of us act like we don't care, but we pray each and every day for you. And I know that you know deep down inside, they want you awake, alive. I know it's selfish for me, all of us, to ask you to wake up, as if you aren't going through any pain. If waking up causes you pain then don't. But promise us something; without opening your eyes, just give us a smile. A smile that let's us know there's still hope, a smile that let's us know that you're still you deep down inside. We don't care if you aren't the same person when you wake up. We just want you back, alive, well, happy- hyper for the most part. We want Jonathan.

On a lighter note; ohmygod, Lee Ryan had a baby with a fan(one that sent him indecent proposals, apparently, through his myspace). They're engaged to be married. I mean, I'd believe it if someone said that Gackt impregnated a baby lizard or something. But Lee Ryan impregnating a fan AND taking responsibility over it; whoa. The world's gonna end.
And I had this conversation with Daniel(Evans) just now;


Me: Lee has a kid!

Daniel: Who's Lee? You mean the Prime Minister? -or used to be Prime Minister?Of course he has a kid, his kid's your Prime Minister, duh.

Me: What. The- I meant Lee RYAN!

Daniel: From Blue?

Me: No, Red. Yes Blue, god damn it, what is wrong with you?!



Because cool people have that kindda conversations.


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