<?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-8172370</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:37:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AccidentallyInLove</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is a spot esp. 4 all Linkin Park Fans!!! Hope ya'll lyk it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-112601716632953914</id><published>2005-09-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:58:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Breaking The Habit=</title><content type='html'>GAWD! Its Been a Long&lt;br /&gt;While since I updated.&lt;br /&gt;Its lyk I've been ON&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY or something.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. On holiday! Reminds&lt;br /&gt;u of something doesnt it?!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. I just cant stop&lt;br /&gt;relating everything with&lt;br /&gt;Green Day lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways, I noe I said many&lt;br /&gt;times that I am going to change&lt;br /&gt;my blog's skin. Ok. Ok. I'm&lt;br /&gt;quite fucked up lar. Cos I'm&lt;br /&gt;nowhere near to finding or&lt;br /&gt;making a perfect GREEN&lt;br /&gt;DAY related skin. I love nadia's&lt;br /&gt;blog. Gonna make something&lt;br /&gt;lyk tht. Hmm. Shld I use a&lt;br /&gt;black and red theme lyk her?&lt;br /&gt;hrmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall care about all this after my&lt;br /&gt;O's. I shldnt even be blogging lar.&lt;br /&gt;But i succumbed to my temptation.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so chim lar. watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is gonna come home&lt;br /&gt;from HER holiday anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;FUN IS OVER. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fun... I went out&lt;br /&gt;with nadia yest. Yesh. Loads&lt;br /&gt;of fun. Cos havent go out in&lt;br /&gt;ages, shes nice and its nice&lt;br /&gt;to go out with a green day&lt;br /&gt;fan... hehe. NOT A POSER.&lt;br /&gt;pls. some pple just dont noe&lt;br /&gt;how 2 see the difference. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;k. kinda cranky now. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stressed i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;crack anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm veri bored lar. Have to&lt;br /&gt;go study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prob my last post till after&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-112601716632953914?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/112601716632953914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=112601716632953914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/112601716632953914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/112601716632953914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/09/lp-breaking-habit.html' title='LP =Breaking The Habit='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-112022679026166009</id><published>2005-07-01T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:07:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Blah=</title><content type='html'>I'm DAMN busy now a&lt;br /&gt;days. Its getting on my&lt;br /&gt;nerves. I cant go&lt;br /&gt;blogging anymore. So&lt;br /&gt;sorry if I havent been&lt;br /&gt;updating. If there are&lt;br /&gt;even pple who actualli&lt;br /&gt;reads my blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, many a times&lt;br /&gt;I said that I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;change my blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;But there is barely time&lt;br /&gt;for me to search for a&lt;br /&gt;great skin. So this will&lt;br /&gt;probably be my skin&lt;br /&gt;till maebe wen 2006&lt;br /&gt;comes. Then a brand&lt;br /&gt;NEW look. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanna tok abt&lt;br /&gt;my SUICIDE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw a gurl&lt;br /&gt;trying to commit&lt;br /&gt;suicide. I was at Holland&lt;br /&gt;V. yesterdae doing some&lt;br /&gt;shopping. I had to cross&lt;br /&gt;the overhead bridge there&lt;br /&gt;to get to town. So, when&lt;br /&gt;I was on it, I saw this&lt;br /&gt;gurl on the floor.... with&lt;br /&gt;2 other woman beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Looking as though they&lt;br /&gt;were advising and calming&lt;br /&gt;her down. First thought&lt;br /&gt;that strikes me was:&lt;br /&gt;SUICIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I when I arrived at&lt;br /&gt;the bus stop I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Soon 3 other pple came also&lt;br /&gt;from the bridge and sat&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop. All of us saw&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing happening.&lt;br /&gt;She started shouting. I&lt;br /&gt;cant really hear properly with&lt;br /&gt;all the noise from the&lt;br /&gt;traffic. But she was def.&lt;br /&gt;threatening to jump. She&lt;br /&gt;started to become deranged.&lt;br /&gt;People were of course staring&lt;br /&gt;and then she told them: "DONT&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!" That's scary. Whats&lt;br /&gt;more scarier is that moments&lt;br /&gt;later she actually put one of her&lt;br /&gt;legs on the ledge and threatened&lt;br /&gt;to jump. The 2 woman who were&lt;br /&gt;with her prob stopped her. She&lt;br /&gt;almost jump. Thank god she&lt;br /&gt;didnt. It was a scary exp.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her, she&lt;br /&gt;was holding her thighs and&lt;br /&gt;limping. Dunno why. I didnt&lt;br /&gt;get to see what happen to&lt;br /&gt;her next as my bus came.&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I didnt want to see&lt;br /&gt;anything further. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience had caused&lt;br /&gt;me to reflect on my own life.&lt;br /&gt;It would hve been stupid of&lt;br /&gt;her to commit suicide. What&lt;br /&gt;wld happen to her loved&lt;br /&gt;ones? Her parents? etc. Her&lt;br /&gt;problem might have seem&lt;br /&gt;major to her but she must&lt;br /&gt;think abt others who have&lt;br /&gt;even bigger probs than her.&lt;br /&gt;N there are those who solve their&lt;br /&gt;probs one by one. Not by&lt;br /&gt;one stupid, seemingly easy&lt;br /&gt;solution, killing your own&lt;br /&gt;self. To me, it is a sin. Its&lt;br /&gt;as though you are mocking&lt;br /&gt;God's greatest creation and&lt;br /&gt;giving back what God had&lt;br /&gt;given you, your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUICIDE IS NOT A&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION. NEVER&lt;br /&gt;THINK IT IS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-112022679026166009?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/112022679026166009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=112022679026166009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/112022679026166009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/112022679026166009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/07/lp-blah_01.html' title='LP =Blah='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111830385258327448</id><published>2005-06-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:57:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Everything You Say To Me=</title><content type='html'>Bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Obssessed. Obssessed. Obssessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Its the hols. Had to be&lt;br /&gt;dragged to skool early in the morn&lt;br /&gt;n have stup lessons. K. Some&lt;br /&gt;lessons are not too bad. Some&lt;br /&gt;cancelled. I think the most&lt;br /&gt;helpful lesson so far is the Compre&lt;br /&gt;course. Really effective. I think I&lt;br /&gt;can do better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the most interesting lesson&lt;br /&gt;is BIO!!! haha. First time I found&lt;br /&gt;Bio lesson interesting. Cos guess&lt;br /&gt;wat... Its my fav topic EVER. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. About wat lil children like to&lt;br /&gt;ask as a child : "MOMMY, WHERE&lt;br /&gt;DO BABIES COME FROM???"&lt;br /&gt;haha. Yes. That topic. I think its&lt;br /&gt;interesting. Not just cos I'm a really&lt;br /&gt;pervertic, yellow-minded person onli.&lt;br /&gt;haha. But oso cos it realli is genuinely&lt;br /&gt;interesting. To me aniways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yip must be proud of me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in school. Pretty bored. Ok&lt;br /&gt;lar. Get to hear songs. Thts cool. Plus&lt;br /&gt;play Yahoo! Pool. My latest obssession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. My obssession. huh.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... He's hot, cute... sighs... N&lt;br /&gt;just as I found out yesterdae, BISEXUAL.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He kisses guys and STUFF but is&lt;br /&gt;married. hmmm... I got tht clip where he&lt;br /&gt;kiss some guy. N 2 pics of him kissing&lt;br /&gt;Mike and another guy. Yep. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Quite. But I thnk its hot. Haha. I just&lt;br /&gt;cant explain why. haha. Oh well. My&lt;br /&gt;Obssession. Not CHESTER this time. Its&lt;br /&gt;BILLIE JOE. haha. Yesh. Lead singer&lt;br /&gt;of Green Day. I have a thing for ROCK&lt;br /&gt;STARS. N drummers. Dunno why. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. He's hot and cool and everythng.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in LOVE with him. K lar. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;its just Infatuation. Haha. He's 33. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;I just got to know this guy from Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;Pool yest. He's 33 also. From spain.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I guess I got a thing for older&lt;br /&gt;guys also... I just dunno why but I like&lt;br /&gt;guys whu r not of my age. Mostly older&lt;br /&gt;guys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do question about my&lt;br /&gt;sexuality. Am I like Billie Joe? BI.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm like Alice from L word.&lt;br /&gt;This lesbian show lar. Love it. I'm&lt;br /&gt;SO like her. Sumtimes I cant believe&lt;br /&gt;it myself. She's Bi. Preppy. umm...&lt;br /&gt;Chatty... U noe... ME. haha. Crazy-&lt;br /&gt;Crazy too. BUT she gets this REALLI&lt;br /&gt;hot famous tennis player. Maybe some&lt;br /&gt;dae I will be lyk her. haha. Yeah rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways, my taste is still for rock stars.&lt;br /&gt;Or guys whu loves rock. Yep. I just&lt;br /&gt;love a guy with a great sense of rock&lt;br /&gt;fashion. Like Billie Joe looks. His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Lips. AHH!!! I'm going crazy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner and everythng... haha... I lurve&lt;br /&gt;that. That fair vs dark contrast u noe...&lt;br /&gt;Fair skin AGAINST Black Eyeliner, Black&lt;br /&gt;leather clothes, Tight pants and everythng.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a red tie or bow. Nice. AND&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes. AHH!!! SO HOT! I need to&lt;br /&gt;search for an ANG-MOH guy for him to&lt;br /&gt;have green eyes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS LOOK! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg n play pool. Will update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111830385258327448?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111830385258327448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111830385258327448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111830385258327448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111830385258327448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/06/lp-everything-you-say-to-me.html' title='LP =Everything You Say To Me='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111675489059176109</id><published>2005-05-22T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:42:04.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Step, Step. Step Up=</title><content type='html'>Star Wars Rock!!! Yep.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie on&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 19th May.&lt;br /&gt;Great Stuff there. At last&lt;br /&gt;the SAGA is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I know how Anakin&lt;br /&gt;Skywalker becomes Evil,&lt;br /&gt;becomes Darth Vader. He&lt;br /&gt;was concerned about his&lt;br /&gt;pregnant wife, Padme. He&lt;br /&gt;had visions that Padme&lt;br /&gt;died during child birth.&lt;br /&gt;Darth Siddious (the greatest&lt;br /&gt;evil guy) thus used this&lt;br /&gt;opportunity to bring him&lt;br /&gt;to the dark side. He convinced&lt;br /&gt;Anakin that the dark side&lt;br /&gt;would bring back Padme to&lt;br /&gt;life and that she wont die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the basic summary of&lt;br /&gt;the story. Yep. Great show.&lt;br /&gt;Though I think that maybe it&lt;br /&gt;is a lil too COMPUTERISED.&lt;br /&gt;The evil creatures are robots&lt;br /&gt;and they look kinda fake. The&lt;br /&gt;background too. Not like the&lt;br /&gt;classic star wars trilogy... At&lt;br /&gt;least the creatures look real&lt;br /&gt;and the backgrounds like the&lt;br /&gt;sands look very real. The love&lt;br /&gt;story between Han Solo and&lt;br /&gt;Leia is also more exciting and&lt;br /&gt;effective compared to the love&lt;br /&gt;story between Anakin and&lt;br /&gt;Padme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats my basic review&lt;br /&gt;of the last saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the movie 4 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;stars. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111675489059176109?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111675489059176109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111675489059176109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111675489059176109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111675489059176109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/05/lp-step-step-step-up.html' title='LP =Step, Step. Step Up='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111631654708897785</id><published>2005-05-17T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:58:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP= So Numb</title><content type='html'>Hmph. Got bck my stup eng&lt;br /&gt;and mal mid yr results... Yes&lt;br /&gt;they are stupid. Urgh. N I'm&lt;br /&gt;stupid. I got so LOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Oh well. I think I will&lt;br /&gt;definitely be in REAP. Or&lt;br /&gt;POP... or whatever the name&lt;br /&gt;of this stupid time waster&lt;br /&gt;thingy is... urgh. 30 points&lt;br /&gt;and above will get you in&lt;br /&gt;it. Everyday you would have&lt;br /&gt;to stay back and study in&lt;br /&gt;school. DAMN. Well I'm&lt;br /&gt;definitely going to get more&lt;br /&gt;than 30 points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I took a test. Its&lt;br /&gt;stupid lar. haha. But yah.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WISE QUOTE&lt;br /&gt;FITS YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Friend antiques" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1113327166_ote.friend.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wise quote is: "The best antiques are old&lt;br /&gt;friends" by Unknown...&lt;br /&gt;Your buds is the source of your happiness&lt;br /&gt;(maybe not all but still). Even if it's just&lt;br /&gt;one, a couple or a whole group they are the&lt;br /&gt;ones you can't wait to see. It does not matter&lt;br /&gt;if you're shy with everyone else or not, with&lt;br /&gt;them you let your true spirit shine and can be&lt;br /&gt;as loud as you want. They accept you, and you&lt;br /&gt;love them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20wise%20quote%20fits%20you?(pics)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What wise quote fits you?(pics) UPDATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111631654708897785?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111631654708897785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111631654708897785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111631654708897785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111631654708897785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/05/lp-so-numb.html' title='LP= So Numb'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111615608840032525</id><published>2005-05-15T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:23:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =It Doesn't Even Matter=</title><content type='html'>Its a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Went Out.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found out&lt;br /&gt;about something that&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna noe&lt;br /&gt;but had to noe. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Nvm. The point is&lt;br /&gt;somebody I noe is becoming&lt;br /&gt;a bloody freaking BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo. Argh. Talk about guys,&lt;br /&gt;guys and more guys. Argh. It&lt;br /&gt;is so irritating. Oh god. And our&lt;br /&gt;enemy... her enemy... she easily&lt;br /&gt;gives in to... Now, they are BEST&lt;br /&gt;of FRIENDS!!! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh... I never knew she could&lt;br /&gt;turn out to be that way. I pity her&lt;br /&gt;sister, Shasha. My dear cuzzin and&lt;br /&gt;fren. Poor thing. Waste her breath&lt;br /&gt;advising her sister but no good&lt;br /&gt;comes out from it. She won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;She turned into an insolent brat. A&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic bitch who all day talks abt&lt;br /&gt;guys. Search for them at mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;N brags abt her MANY admirers. Oh&lt;br /&gt;GOD! Wht cld be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she realise its her fucking&lt;br /&gt;PSLE year. Yes. She is only 12&lt;br /&gt;years old and she is a flirtatious,&lt;br /&gt;rude, bimbotic bitch. At the age&lt;br /&gt;of 11 she had a bf alreadi. Thts&lt;br /&gt;not such a great concern. The&lt;br /&gt;thing that is so fucking irritaing&lt;br /&gt;is that she doen't realise it is her&lt;br /&gt;important year. What if she fails?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Her friends cant help her&lt;br /&gt;forever. She chooses her frens&lt;br /&gt;rather than her own sister. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;She's getting worse by the min.&lt;br /&gt;Using profanities that only the&lt;br /&gt;minahs use. Shes totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming more like them. I should&lt;br /&gt;have seen this coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could we do? Both me n&lt;br /&gt;Shasha are powerless. She advices&lt;br /&gt;her not to be a fucking slut but she&lt;br /&gt;wont listen. She wont listen to&lt;br /&gt;anyone. Sighs. So irritating. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it. No point stressing&lt;br /&gt;about her. Only wreck my brain&lt;br /&gt;out. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going. Don't wanna think about&lt;br /&gt;her anymore. What's the point of&lt;br /&gt;being so concerned!? no point. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Counter: 3&lt;br /&gt;(thats how irritated i am!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111615608840032525?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111615608840032525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111615608840032525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111615608840032525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111615608840032525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/05/lp-it-doesnt-even-matter.html' title='LP =It Doesn&apos;t Even Matter='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111608249651739155</id><published>2005-05-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:56:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =In the End=</title><content type='html'>Another SATURDAY nite.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Sien. I wanna go OUT!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts all. busy chatting. gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111608249651739155?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111608249651739155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111608249651739155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111608249651739155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111608249651739155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/05/lp-in-end.html' title='LP =In the End='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111492494484008499</id><published>2005-05-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:24:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =I Won't Be Ignored=</title><content type='html'>On HOLIDAY!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Listening to that&lt;br /&gt;song now. Live performance&lt;br /&gt;by Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find the whole&lt;br /&gt;concert video and download.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. I osos wish they wld&lt;br /&gt;come to Singapore for a&lt;br /&gt;concert! I would GO!!! I wanna&lt;br /&gt;GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, today my aunt went&lt;br /&gt;to Desaru. SO she left her maid&lt;br /&gt;with us. Haha. She's one queer&lt;br /&gt;person. Loves magazines. I felt&lt;br /&gt;weird. Awkward. I havent had&lt;br /&gt;a maid in ages. So didnt know&lt;br /&gt;how to tell her to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;"ORDER" her. haha. No lar. I'm&lt;br /&gt;not so mean. Now shes vaccuming&lt;br /&gt;the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. My mum can never trust a&lt;br /&gt;maid. Cos had a bad hist of em.&lt;br /&gt;But I think she should not have&lt;br /&gt;been so mean to them. Shld give&lt;br /&gt;them a chance. But I think shes&lt;br /&gt;worried that they might do&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff if shes not harsh on em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I should be studying BIO&lt;br /&gt;now. Better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111492494484008499?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111492494484008499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111492494484008499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111492494484008499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111492494484008499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/05/lp-i-wont-be-ignored.html' title='LP =I Won&apos;t Be Ignored='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111443518562945498</id><published>2005-04-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:20:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Losing Control=</title><content type='html'>Damn. Damn. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;3 words which means 3&lt;br /&gt;same things. Wtf. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I'm SIAO now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the f-ing results. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I was kinda ok with&lt;br /&gt;it. I just was happy we did&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRONZE for angklung syf!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARR!!! Oh well. Wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;Cant sit arnd and curse all&lt;br /&gt;day long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Oh well. A lil note for&lt;br /&gt;my dearest ANGKLUNG-ists.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys ROCK!!! Great&lt;br /&gt;stuff and playing. Not u guys&lt;br /&gt;fault tht we got bronze. We&lt;br /&gt;did our best and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships were forged bcos&lt;br /&gt;of angklung. Thts wats more&lt;br /&gt;impt than anything. Cos&lt;br /&gt;friendship cant be bought. Its&lt;br /&gt;priceless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. So dont be so sad. But&lt;br /&gt;learn from this experience. YEP.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Im tired. Gonna go n sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. Good nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111443518562945498?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111443518562945498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111443518562945498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111443518562945498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111443518562945498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/04/lp-losing-control.html' title='LP =Losing Control='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111431910021662494</id><published>2005-04-24T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:05:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Fallen Apart Right In Front Of you=</title><content type='html'>One thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she liked the present.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. I think I'm crazy... I&lt;br /&gt;think she thinks I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite alot on her. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy. Its confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... So many April babies.&lt;br /&gt;I still havent give Rina a&lt;br /&gt;present. So busy tht got no&lt;br /&gt;time to meet her. Hw is lyk&lt;br /&gt;hell... Need to study. Still&lt;br /&gt;havent finish studying&lt;br /&gt;peribahasa... N my malay&lt;br /&gt;exam is on FRI!!! AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung SYF tomorrow. I'm&lt;br /&gt;almst at the point of breaking&lt;br /&gt;down. My nose is running like&lt;br /&gt;a water pipe. And I feel SOOO&lt;br /&gt;HOT!!! How to study?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung&lt;br /&gt;costume is SO GREEN! I like the&lt;br /&gt;fact that its green but why must&lt;br /&gt;it be SO Luminous and itchy!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the skirt is GOLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.&lt;br /&gt;Should I message? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!! This is killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111431910021662494?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111431910021662494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111431910021662494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111431910021662494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111431910021662494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/04/lp-fallen-apart-right-in-front-of-you.html' title='LP =Fallen Apart Right In Front Of you='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111391537984847424</id><published>2005-04-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:56:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Time Is A Valuable Thing=</title><content type='html'>Hey. This is my shortest post&lt;br /&gt;ever. Take note. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Lp book. Planning&lt;br /&gt;to write a review of it on my&lt;br /&gt;chaz blog. later. I'm really busy&lt;br /&gt;this month. Thats why this is&lt;br /&gt;short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year coming. 8 more days&lt;br /&gt;only. Damn scared. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;I gtg. I miss will and grace. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111391537984847424?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111391537984847424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111391537984847424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111391537984847424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111391537984847424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/04/lp-time-is-valuable-thing.html' title='LP =Time Is A Valuable Thing='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111304383212852631</id><published>2005-04-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:50:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =To Live What You've Learnt=</title><content type='html'>This realli NICE song is &lt;br /&gt;stuck in this Big head &lt;br /&gt;of mine. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm all Busted UP! &lt;br /&gt;Broken bones and Nasty cuts. &lt;br /&gt;Accidents will happen. &lt;br /&gt;But this time I can't get &lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to check on me. &lt;br /&gt;Making sure I'm on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;After all she's the one. &lt;br /&gt;Who put me in this state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she ultra-violent OR&lt;br /&gt;is she disturbed? &lt;br /&gt;I better tell her that I&lt;br /&gt;love her. &lt;br /&gt;Before she does it I'll &lt;br /&gt;love her again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God she's killing ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I lie around.&lt;br /&gt;Hell thats all I could really&lt;br /&gt;do. &lt;br /&gt;She takes good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep saying my love is&lt;br /&gt;true." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pulling Teeth by Green Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111304383212852631?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111304383212852631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111304383212852631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111304383212852631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111304383212852631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/04/lp-to-live-what-youve-learnt.html' title='LP =To Live What You&apos;ve Learnt='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111304326732027517</id><published>2005-04-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:53:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Afraid To Lose Control=</title><content type='html'>I've decided alot of &lt;br /&gt;stuff today... But there&lt;br /&gt;still are some uncertanties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I've decided to &lt;br /&gt;change the skin of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring to have the &lt;br /&gt;same design all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Think its time to change. &lt;br /&gt;Yep. However, i'm &lt;br /&gt;uncertain. I LURVE my Blog&lt;br /&gt;Skin!!! How to let it go???&lt;br /&gt;haha. Pure DUMB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I've decided to not &lt;br /&gt;tok so much about my life&lt;br /&gt;animore in my blog. Cos, &lt;br /&gt;my stup SIS is reading&lt;br /&gt;my post. Not that she &lt;br /&gt;doesnt have the right or&lt;br /&gt;anything... but cos i &lt;br /&gt;mean... IT'S MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;"And its now or never!!! &lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna live forever!"&lt;br /&gt;- Bon Jovi. AH! Cut the &lt;br /&gt;crap. haha. Sis, if you&lt;br /&gt;are reading this, GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;haha. Cos dont think I&lt;br /&gt;dont noe your dirty lil&lt;br /&gt;secret!!! HAHA! ahem... &lt;br /&gt;ahem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I'm unceratin &lt;br /&gt;again... Cos I lurve to &lt;br /&gt;tok abt 'me' in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Cos its a way to&lt;br /&gt;express my feelins. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Poor me! No ONE TO TOK 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;And oso cos its MY BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;so its only natural to &lt;br /&gt;tok about me.haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lar... I have ONE&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING I have not&lt;br /&gt;decided yet and is NOT &lt;br /&gt;certain about. Which I&lt;br /&gt;am not going to tok abt&lt;br /&gt;bcos i don want my big-&lt;br /&gt;straight-haired sis 2 noe!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. just jokin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onli thing I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;is... Today is a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Bright and Hot. Temp: 33C&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111304326732027517?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111304326732027517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111304326732027517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111304326732027517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111304326732027517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/04/lp-afraid-to-lose-control.html' title='LP =Afraid To Lose Control='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111191804866671734</id><published>2005-03-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:24:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =HaPPiE BuRfDaEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPIE 29th BURFDAE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;CHESTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution:&lt;/strong&gt; This post may contain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lameness that is beyond the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagination of non-lame people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am very happy and proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to announce Chester's 29th Burfdae!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Clap! Clap!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one very cool rockstar and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wish him a VERI HAPPIE BURFDAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. He will always remain my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsession. We all, fans of chester,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you VERY MUCH! So, MUAX and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remain happie always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111191804866671734?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111191804866671734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111191804866671734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111191804866671734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111191804866671734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/03/lp-happie-burfdaeee.html' title='LP =HaPPiE BuRfDaEEE!!!'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111147962634535437</id><published>2005-03-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:20:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Eyes Ease Open=</title><content type='html'>Woops. Dunno what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;here. CIP. haha. So LAME. But&lt;br /&gt;at least get to play Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Yups. Not doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well comparing to my REALLY&lt;br /&gt;dark and moody previous post,&lt;br /&gt;this one wont be as bad. Cause&lt;br /&gt;I realise that there's no point&lt;br /&gt;being foolishly upset about stupid&lt;br /&gt;fucking stuff lyk that. I realise&lt;br /&gt;that its you yourself who set&lt;br /&gt;your own mood. If you look at&lt;br /&gt;things optimistically, then things&lt;br /&gt;would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, eventually, everything lies in&lt;br /&gt;your own hands. And when you&lt;br /&gt;actually find the real friends you&lt;br /&gt;can depend on, you'll find that&lt;br /&gt;life is more meaningful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;stupid as it may sounds, now I&lt;br /&gt;noe who I can go with during&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're real fun. I dont&lt;br /&gt;need my classmates. But it feels&lt;br /&gt;awkward cause they are all from&lt;br /&gt;the same class and I'm not. But&lt;br /&gt;I definitely dont feel like an&lt;br /&gt;outsider or the outcast cause they&lt;br /&gt;are really nice and great. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gtg. Do history. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111147962634535437?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111147962634535437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111147962634535437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111147962634535437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111147962634535437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/03/lp-eyes-ease-open.html' title='LP =Eyes Ease Open='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-111071917177870836</id><published>2005-03-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:45:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =My Life. My Pride. Is Broken=</title><content type='html'>Nobody will ever know the&lt;br /&gt;true meaning of life. Only&lt;br /&gt;God knows. That is why life&lt;br /&gt;has its UPS and Downs. I&lt;br /&gt;think my life has many&lt;br /&gt;Downs. And all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;to feel better is to believe&lt;br /&gt;that God is testing me. Oh&lt;br /&gt;well, I may sound very&lt;br /&gt;philosiphical today. But&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow... Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. One life. Live it.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I also believe in.&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that 'Kal Ho Na&lt;br /&gt;Ho' : Tomorrow may never&lt;br /&gt;come. And thats true. We might&lt;br /&gt;not see the brighter light of life&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. But we must always&lt;br /&gt;think that a glint of light could&lt;br /&gt;mean hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us must think&lt;br /&gt;positive. And not ever make&lt;br /&gt;cutting yourself with the sharp&lt;br /&gt;tip of a mathematical compass&lt;br /&gt;a good way to release stress or&lt;br /&gt;vent anger. Yes. Thats what I&lt;br /&gt;did. The pain of cutting myself&lt;br /&gt;lasted a while. But the deep pain&lt;br /&gt;in my heart didn't disappear&lt;br /&gt;along with the physical pain. An&lt;br /&gt;emotional pain could not be&lt;br /&gt;removed as easily. Because this&lt;br /&gt;type of pain wounds your heart.&lt;br /&gt;This is the worse type of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stressed, angry. Angry at&lt;br /&gt;myself... My friends. Friends?&lt;br /&gt;I felt lonely. My closest friend...&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. She's quite a Bitch. She&lt;br /&gt;treats me like SHIT sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But I still befriended her. We're&lt;br /&gt;still close. Cos I couldn't leave&lt;br /&gt;her alone. Nor could I leave myself&lt;br /&gt;alone. I could not accept myself&lt;br /&gt;to be labelled as a loner. I would&lt;br /&gt;eat recess alone. Go home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I dont have a 'gang' or&lt;br /&gt;partner that was my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;So I would go down to recess with&lt;br /&gt;this councellor. Even went to the&lt;br /&gt;night tour with her. Why? Cos I&lt;br /&gt;had no one else. I may seem happy,&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful. But deep inside no one&lt;br /&gt;knows me. Nor my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think. Do I deserve a&lt;br /&gt;friend like this closest friend of&lt;br /&gt;mine? Yes. The one I called bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Shes moody, you have to 'suit' to&lt;br /&gt;her needs , listen to her 'boy' stories&lt;br /&gt;and fancy for a new teacher at&lt;br /&gt;school and also I have to always&lt;br /&gt;check whats her mood is like before&lt;br /&gt;I can actually approach her. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;This are the few things that I'm&lt;br /&gt;irritated about her. Also I cant talk&lt;br /&gt;to her about my two eye candy&lt;br /&gt;cos shes not open minded. She wld&lt;br /&gt;differently about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought for her a burfdae&lt;br /&gt;present recently, I felt unsincere&lt;br /&gt;when I gave it to her. Cos there are&lt;br /&gt;all this feelings I have built up in&lt;br /&gt;me. I felt that she doesnt deserve the&lt;br /&gt;present I bought after the way she&lt;br /&gt;treats me. But, I'm the kind who&lt;br /&gt;cant tell somebody that I dislike&lt;br /&gt;them. Cos I just cant hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to hurt people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I just cant stop being&lt;br /&gt;close to her. Besides, we've been&lt;br /&gt;friends since pri. sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of my anger&lt;br /&gt;goes to my first eye candy. During&lt;br /&gt;the whole tour, I was jealous. They&lt;br /&gt;walked together. Laughed. Talked.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wished, I was the one talking&lt;br /&gt;and laughing. It was so irritating. To&lt;br /&gt;see the both of them walking alone&lt;br /&gt;together. They had a 'history' before&lt;br /&gt;this. They were pretty close last year.&lt;br /&gt;People started to think they were&lt;br /&gt;together. I was of course jealous. And&lt;br /&gt;I thought are they going to start&lt;br /&gt;getting close with each other again?&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The whole NIGHT they were&lt;br /&gt;together. Listening to songs from&lt;br /&gt;the I-pod together in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Talking, Walking, Laughing. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;I observed the both of them. They&lt;br /&gt;suited each other. Both were tall.&lt;br /&gt;Sporty. Nice legs. Obviously, they&lt;br /&gt;wanted each other. Argh. And me.&lt;br /&gt;Only left in my dream world. :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream world. My fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;virtual world is the only place where&lt;br /&gt;I can go to when I felt lonely. It&lt;br /&gt;brings me pleasure and happiness&lt;br /&gt;that I had never felt before. "GIVE&lt;br /&gt;ME NOVOCAINE!!!" I wanna get&lt;br /&gt;high. Haha. Song from Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. In the real world, I'm just&lt;br /&gt;a loser, blur, lost gurl in this world&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by this pool of people&lt;br /&gt;who cling onto each other. But&lt;br /&gt;im all alone. No one to cling to. Just&lt;br /&gt;have a branch to hang on to and its&lt;br /&gt;going to break any time soon. Thats&lt;br /&gt;shows me alone in my class. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Cant really tell alot of personal stuff&lt;br /&gt;to my class partner. Feels nice to&lt;br /&gt;talk to her. But can only talk to her&lt;br /&gt;during class. Cos after class she&lt;br /&gt;would be with her own gang. The&lt;br /&gt;people shes clinging on to. This is&lt;br /&gt;how I feel to be in my class. All&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the malay people in&lt;br /&gt;my class. Sometimes I feel that its&lt;br /&gt;good to not be in their gang. But&lt;br /&gt;I then feel lonely. Im accepted by&lt;br /&gt;them as a friend but not as a&lt;br /&gt;gang. Well its not like Im as&lt;br /&gt;desperate to be in their group. Its&lt;br /&gt;just that sometimes I look at them&lt;br /&gt;and I wish that I had a gang like&lt;br /&gt;them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole tour, I felt&lt;br /&gt;lonely. Sometimes my partner&lt;br /&gt;ignores me. She gets distracted wit&lt;br /&gt;her hp and sometimes forgets abt&lt;br /&gt;me. I had to join in this group. Well&lt;br /&gt;people may think that this group&lt;br /&gt;is the most guai, extra and different&lt;br /&gt;but I think they're pretty ok. Took&lt;br /&gt;pics with them. But only one thing&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand abt them. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when they are too consumed over&lt;br /&gt;each other, they tend to forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sort of abandoned at&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa by them. But of course&lt;br /&gt;I met this close friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;later on. I was having SUCH&lt;br /&gt;a terrible headache. And she still&lt;br /&gt;wants to go for 'this teacher'&lt;br /&gt;hunting. I felt quite terrible the&lt;br /&gt;whole day. Felt like slashing my&lt;br /&gt;self. No joke. My heart was&lt;br /&gt;burning. It was a cold night but&lt;br /&gt;I felt hot. Maybe because I had&lt;br /&gt;my jacket on almost the entire&lt;br /&gt;night. But no. I felt hot cos my&lt;br /&gt;head was pounding. Heart was&lt;br /&gt;burning, becoming black ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night was horrid&lt;br /&gt;cos... Firstly, I was all alone. I&lt;br /&gt;had to face the fact that my&lt;br /&gt;closest friend is a BITCH. I was&lt;br /&gt;not in a gang whatsoever. I'm a&lt;br /&gt;fat pig. And NO one will ever&lt;br /&gt;Like me. My first eye candy esp.&lt;br /&gt;This idiot would only go for&lt;br /&gt;people with sexy legs. Why&lt;br /&gt;do I even start this obsession!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand this PERSON in&lt;br /&gt;my class. She's a FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;BITCH. With her fucking&lt;br /&gt;accent. Sitting right at the&lt;br /&gt;back. Thinking she has loads&lt;br /&gt;of friends. Shes a freakin loner.&lt;br /&gt;PUH-lease. She's a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Wont insult me in front of&lt;br /&gt;people she's scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Cant wait for my&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School Life to end.&lt;br /&gt;In short, Cant wait to get out&lt;br /&gt;of Crescent. Alot of my seniors&lt;br /&gt;say i will miss it. I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;A bit. Maybe 5%. But I'll&lt;br /&gt;definitely NOT Miss ALL those&lt;br /&gt;things that made my night tour&lt;br /&gt;HORRID!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-111071917177870836?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/111071917177870836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=111071917177870836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111071917177870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/111071917177870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/03/lp-my-life-my-pride-is-broken.html' title='LP =My Life. My Pride. Is Broken='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110968071457915016</id><published>2005-03-01T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:43:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Darkness Of My Past=</title><content type='html'>Damn. Freak. I feel as though&lt;br /&gt;everything has been sucked out&lt;br /&gt;from me. Including my soul.&lt;br /&gt;There's always a point of time&lt;br /&gt;in your life when you feel that&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cause me to feel this WAY?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, perhaps its about the&lt;br /&gt;O'level Malay result, or is it&lt;br /&gt;about the freakin fact that my&lt;br /&gt;results are declining. Or issit&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a freakin slacker now.&lt;br /&gt;Or issit the fact that I cant stop&lt;br /&gt;the obsession over my 2 eye&lt;br /&gt;candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GAWD! "GIVE ME&lt;br /&gt;NOVOCAINE!!!" I WANNA GET HIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. Sorry. Listening to Greenday.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, song name is 'give me novocaine'.&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice song. GREEEEENNNNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;My oso latest obsession. My freakin&lt;br /&gt;cuzzin said that the American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Album is not AS nice. But I thnk its&lt;br /&gt;freakin COOOLLL.... Great songs...&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... I LURVE ROCK! Maebe I&lt;br /&gt;shld marry ST.JIMMY!!! haha. yesh,&lt;br /&gt;oso another song from their album&lt;br /&gt;that I'm listening to noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got B3 for Malay. My mum's&lt;br /&gt;so FREAKIN Urgh about my&lt;br /&gt;results. Oh gawd, I disappointed&lt;br /&gt;alot of people. Plus I'm thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;disappointed with myself for crying&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae. Yesh I did. 2nd time I&lt;br /&gt;cried in Crescent. Oh freak. Why&lt;br /&gt;didn't I just relax. I couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;seeing the look on Cikgu's face. Oso&lt;br /&gt;the faces of my other friends who&lt;br /&gt;got A1. They were relax, happy,&lt;br /&gt;laughing. I was just at the point of&lt;br /&gt;breaking down. My mum is not&lt;br /&gt;supporting me in any way but more&lt;br /&gt;over is demoralising me. Sighs. Oh&lt;br /&gt;well. Its over. I feel better now&lt;br /&gt;compared to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing: "I'm the son of rage and&lt;br /&gt;love. The Jesus Of Subarbia!!!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. I oso lyk this song. I think Rock&lt;br /&gt;is rockin not only because of their&lt;br /&gt;cool style, nice guitars and drums tune&lt;br /&gt;and Power SCREAMIN VOICES. I&lt;br /&gt;oso like the lyrics. Great. Better than&lt;br /&gt;POP some of them. Cos Pop is all&lt;br /&gt;about fucking Love and all this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;But Rock tells load of meaning. Well&lt;br /&gt;onli rockers will feel this... Cause wen&lt;br /&gt;you hear Rock, only then can you&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people&lt;br /&gt;who dislikes Rock, they feel that Rock&lt;br /&gt;is just about Noise and Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Thats totally bullshit. Most Rock songs&lt;br /&gt;have meanings that you have to look&lt;br /&gt;beyond the surface. Well, at least most&lt;br /&gt;rock songs that I know of. haha. PUNK&lt;br /&gt;is Power BABE!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Rock bands like Lp and greenday&lt;br /&gt;does have deep meanings to their&lt;br /&gt;songs. Eg, American Idiot is telling&lt;br /&gt;people not to be like a typical American&lt;br /&gt;that are Rednecks and are controlled&lt;br /&gt;by the media. See. Rock has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;You only have to look deeper beneath&lt;br /&gt;the guitar tunes and hoarse voice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Direction: Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for a Bright Future: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for Obsession to stop: 0&lt;br /&gt;'Freak' count: 7 (Hmph)&lt;br /&gt;'Fuck' count: 1 (Good Job!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;'Bullshit' count: 2 (Onli 2!!! haha. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110968071457915016?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110968071457915016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110968071457915016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110968071457915016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110968071457915016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/03/lp-darkness-of-my-past.html' title='LP =Darkness Of My Past='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110932697319737586</id><published>2005-02-25T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:22:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Woke Up In A Dream=</title><content type='html'>SOCCER!!! Yeah! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;So fun. Yeps. LURVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;2 dae we had soccer prac&lt;br /&gt;4 PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wouldn't really call&lt;br /&gt;it a practice. cos actualli not alot&lt;br /&gt;of people played. just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;My team was lyk the most enthu.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite extra n irritating&lt;br /&gt;actualli. haha. But aniways, not&lt;br /&gt;worse then some people who&lt;br /&gt;insult me when she herself cant&lt;br /&gt;play soccer. hrmph. :( Hate this&lt;br /&gt;kind of people. HYPOCRITES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, the whole practice was&lt;br /&gt;fun. But its not fun 2 people who&lt;br /&gt;didnt like or wasnt familiar to&lt;br /&gt;soccer. Haiz... Soccer is just not&lt;br /&gt;recognised in Crescent. Thats the&lt;br /&gt;sad part. HATE skool cos of dis.&lt;br /&gt;But some people at least even&lt;br /&gt;though they dont lyk they still&lt;br /&gt;tried. I appreciate em 4 tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly bacame a one-sided&lt;br /&gt;'game'. Cos only my team is&lt;br /&gt;playing and the other team&lt;br /&gt;players just stand there. Or r&lt;br /&gt;scared of the ball. :P I dont&lt;br /&gt;understand this people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball, Netball can. But soccer,&lt;br /&gt;haiz... I feel so disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it comes to soccer, pple&lt;br /&gt;would moan and groan. I dont lyk&lt;br /&gt;it. Wish Crescent would accept&lt;br /&gt;soccer as a GREAT sport one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I woke up in a dream&lt;br /&gt;today. It felt SO real. I thought it&lt;br /&gt;really happened. But its only a&lt;br /&gt;dream after all. All my other&lt;br /&gt;dreams had never felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could it be? And my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. My heart raced when I opened&lt;br /&gt;the box and read the beads of message&lt;br /&gt;in it. I felt a strange feeling. The message&lt;br /&gt;was something like "I love you"... I cant&lt;br /&gt;remember what else it said. Does this&lt;br /&gt;mean that I like the person who sent me&lt;br /&gt;the box? By the way, this person is my&lt;br /&gt;eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im CONFUSED. In the dream,&lt;br /&gt;I would say YES to this person who wants&lt;br /&gt;to be with me. Meaning I would go out with&lt;br /&gt;this person. In the dream I would. But&lt;br /&gt;would I really do it if it does happen in&lt;br /&gt;reality? This is SUPER confusing. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my 2nd eye candy... I watch this&lt;br /&gt;person all the time. On the look for this&lt;br /&gt;person. I didnt mean to always look for&lt;br /&gt;this person but it happens automatically.&lt;br /&gt;yep. hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110932697319737586?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110932697319737586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110932697319737586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110932697319737586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110932697319737586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/02/lp-woke-up-in-dream.html' title='LP =Woke Up In A Dream='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110819434727086767</id><published>2005-02-12T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:45:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Point Of Authority=</title><content type='html'>Slack WEEK! Damn. Its as&lt;br /&gt;though I celebrate CNY.&lt;br /&gt;During the 2 days of hols,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything that&lt;br /&gt;seems achieving nor did I do&lt;br /&gt;anything useful to improve&lt;br /&gt;my sucky BIO. Oh, I did&lt;br /&gt;achieve to be the world's&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 slacking pig. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just listening to&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182. Enema of the State&lt;br /&gt;Album. Suddenly felt like&lt;br /&gt;listening to it. While studying&lt;br /&gt;Bio. Feel mor guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its not my fault that&lt;br /&gt;I was so slack the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Its so FREAKING HOT. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Temp on Wed was 35.5! Its&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO HOT. I cant seem 2&lt;br /&gt;get myself the mood study. Now&lt;br /&gt;I understand why. Its very hot&lt;br /&gt;now 2. I LURVE the fan. Ty very&lt;br /&gt;much. Bcos of it Im not sweating&lt;br /&gt;like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Actually, I'm in a sleepy&lt;br /&gt;mood. The rays of the sun just&lt;br /&gt;force my eyes to give way. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does things happen on my&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR YEAR??? And y do I blame&lt;br /&gt;everything? STRESS. Actually, Its&lt;br /&gt;my fault that I slack lately. Oh&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, no more complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Feel lyk toking abt this person I still&lt;br /&gt;lyk! My GAWD. This person looked&lt;br /&gt;so CUTE on Tues, CNY celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Even Shapnem agrees wit me. See,&lt;br /&gt;she always wonders why I EVER&lt;br /&gt;lyk this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT believe I&lt;br /&gt;still lyk this person. WHY??? I&lt;br /&gt;don't even tok to this person evryday.&lt;br /&gt;We're not even GOOD friends. More&lt;br /&gt;like acquaintances. Sighs. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to forget this person.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, HOW DO I FORGET SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO CUTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmph. I'm going back to studying BIO.&lt;br /&gt;And just forget about this SOMEBODY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110819434727086767?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110819434727086767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110819434727086767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110819434727086767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110819434727086767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/02/lp-point-of-authority.html' title='LP =Point Of Authority='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110777905634885199</id><published>2005-02-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:24:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP ='H' To The Izzo=</title><content type='html'>Cross Country 2 dae! Not&lt;br /&gt;that I'm excited about it...&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that its over!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My last cross country&lt;br /&gt;in Crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked all the way. Except&lt;br /&gt;for the last stretch of road. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ran all the way. 4 fun. Act as&lt;br /&gt;though I ran all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a fun day actualli...&lt;br /&gt;Though Curie didn't win the&lt;br /&gt;cheering competition. But I&lt;br /&gt;think its all worth it. Fun. To&lt;br /&gt;be part in the mascot. Wit all&lt;br /&gt;the cute and funny pple. They&lt;br /&gt;are realli great. Cheered my&lt;br /&gt;mood definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Its all not too bad. We got&lt;br /&gt;a plague thing for the sec 3s run.&lt;br /&gt;Considered pretty ok for Curie.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we BEAT Keller dis year.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm mean. But I hope 2 see&lt;br /&gt;Curie victorious this yr. My lst yr&lt;br /&gt;I mean. Actualli, not tht I realli&lt;br /&gt;care after all. But, I feel a sense of&lt;br /&gt;pride for Curie in a way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... After the whole thing, we&lt;br /&gt;went out. 'We' referring to Zu,&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah, Syafinaz and Aisyah. yup.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lot 1. Quite fun. Though&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely exhausted. I mean&lt;br /&gt;after all I 'ran' 3 km. haha. Well... we&lt;br /&gt;went lyk 1 round around lot 1 but it&lt;br /&gt;wasn't sufficient. haha. We find that&lt;br /&gt;it was too early 2 go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yahs... We ate at Let's Eat first b4&lt;br /&gt;goin shoppin. Den go buy ice cream at&lt;br /&gt;Macs... Den go MORE shoppin... And a&lt;br /&gt;lil quiet time reading at the Lib. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;Guai ah us! hmm... Read about Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give some applause to him.&lt;br /&gt;He 'COLOURS' our history txtbk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Learning about him is really intersting.&lt;br /&gt;And he's REALLY handsome... haha. Yar&lt;br /&gt;rite. PUH-LEASE. (so bimbotic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, the main thing is I had a great&lt;br /&gt;time and now I have a tendency of not doing&lt;br /&gt;my work. I'm suppose to finish up my&lt;br /&gt;Mal Hw but instead I'm listening to LP&lt;br /&gt;and blogging. Better get to Me work soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110777905634885199?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110777905634885199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110777905634885199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110777905634885199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110777905634885199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/02/lp-h-to-izzo.html' title='LP =&apos;H&apos; To The Izzo='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110768516340235705</id><published>2005-02-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:19:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Obsessed With Time=</title><content type='html'>A lil' LAME rap I made&lt;br /&gt;about some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people &lt;br /&gt;They're hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Two people&lt;br /&gt;Who made me felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain in the stomach&lt;br /&gt;and a shot through the&lt;br /&gt;brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the paper's&lt;br /&gt;crumpled up, it can't be&lt;br /&gt;perfect again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of you still&lt;br /&gt;lingers&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever forget the times&lt;br /&gt;we've had?&lt;br /&gt;The moment we had felt&lt;br /&gt;like it lasted for many years&lt;br /&gt;Please be my friend, it would&lt;br /&gt;not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories consuming me&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;I felt numb&lt;br /&gt;when you pass me like that&lt;br /&gt;Is this all a bloody fucking test?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a memory that&lt;br /&gt;comes and go fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bloody freaking&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Just dont feel lyk blogging&lt;br /&gt;anymore. Thought the rap would&lt;br /&gt;cheer me up. Well, It didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110768516340235705?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110768516340235705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110768516340235705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110768516340235705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110768516340235705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/02/lp-obsessed-with-time.html' title='LP =Obsessed With Time='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110696504619697335</id><published>2005-01-29T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T10:20:19.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Forgotten Not Forgiven=</title><content type='html'>YEAH! It's a Sat. Sorry I noe I&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging in a LONGGGG&lt;br /&gt;while. Been apparently busy.&lt;br /&gt;Tests 3 days in a week. I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;out and this its been only a month.&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm just glad I found my voice&lt;br /&gt;back. Haha. Found it on the floor near&lt;br /&gt;my class room. Then lost it again. But&lt;br /&gt;then I didn't give up. Found it again and&lt;br /&gt;now its permanently back. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Since I'm better now, I'm getting&lt;br /&gt;things back to normal. Trying to catch&lt;br /&gt;up with my hw and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Sec 4 life... Just, My Gawd!!! I&lt;br /&gt;never expected it to be so URGH. What&lt;br /&gt;with the 5 days week that they implemented&lt;br /&gt;on us! How busy can a sec 4 lyk me get?&lt;br /&gt;Freak. So many Hw. Tests. Urgh. Weekend&lt;br /&gt;A and E Maths hw. Eldds on 2 days now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means,&lt;br /&gt;On Mon: LD.&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Pbmc&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Hml&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: LD&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Hml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gawd. The only freeeeee days are sat&lt;br /&gt;and sun. Sigh. Now I'm strting to read HP&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; order of phoenix again. I could now feel&lt;br /&gt;empathteic for Harry. He's having he's OWLs.&lt;br /&gt;So its lyk me. His life is just about catching up&lt;br /&gt;with hw. Lyk mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bit more personal. Well. I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;abt them. I think. 'Them' refers to my two eye&lt;br /&gt;candy. yep. Now, Im only in LURVE with Chester.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The two of them are forgotten but Not&lt;br /&gt;forgiven. huh. That's it. Yep. Don't wanna tok&lt;br /&gt;about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gtg back to reading HP and doing my HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110696504619697335?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110696504619697335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110696504619697335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110696504619697335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110696504619697335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/01/lp-forgotten-not-forgiven.html' title='LP =Forgotten Not Forgiven='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110562130790636101</id><published>2005-01-13T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:01:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Rap patrol=</title><content type='html'>Been another busy week. Been&lt;br /&gt;doing lots of thinking n tht is&lt;br /&gt;what i rarely do. haha. Tot abt&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff. Lyk abt studies,&lt;br /&gt;life, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. Sighs. Why cant they just&lt;br /&gt;get out of this big head of mine?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they always in my&lt;br /&gt;freakin mind? GET OUT! Its hard.&lt;br /&gt;Lyk, how LONG did I take to stop&lt;br /&gt;thnking abt my MAJOR pri. sch.&lt;br /&gt;crush... It took 4 YEARS. 4 fckng&lt;br /&gt;years just 2 get him out of my&lt;br /&gt;head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one of my weaknesses. I&lt;br /&gt;fall for people too easily. N when&lt;br /&gt;I get into it, I cant stop getting out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPER obsessive. N I get my&lt;br /&gt;heart broken wen I noe tht I dont&lt;br /&gt;stand a SINGLE chance to be wit&lt;br /&gt;tht person n find tht the person&lt;br /&gt;actually isn't wht I tot 2 be. Then,  &lt;br /&gt;my self-esteem= 0.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Thts me. Chasing hopeless&lt;br /&gt;dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just admit defeat. There's no chance&lt;br /&gt;in the world tht they wld ever lyk&lt;br /&gt;me. Wht's the pt of even toking abt&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pple I used to or still do like (confused).&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin to forget them but&lt;br /&gt;it's fcking hard cos they appear&lt;br /&gt;everywhere in my life. When I try&lt;br /&gt;to faze them out, they just keep&lt;br /&gt;appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tues, when I 've been tryin&lt;br /&gt;to forget abt the '2nd One', things&lt;br /&gt;happen n I cant. This person's&lt;br /&gt;friends keep comng round and&lt;br /&gt;'hint-hint' at me. They keep sayin&lt;br /&gt;: 'Where is .... ah? Havent seen ....&lt;br /&gt;arnd eh!' Oh come on! I noe u guys&lt;br /&gt;noe I lyk this person. So just drop&lt;br /&gt;the act. But com on Im trying to&lt;br /&gt;forget abt this person but sighs...&lt;br /&gt;circumstances didn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thts it for 2 dae. Gotta study 4&lt;br /&gt;a mths test tomoro. Stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;lar. I studied so hard yest nite.&lt;br /&gt;Den now, its postponed. Waste&lt;br /&gt;my bloody freakng energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phrases/Symbols such as 'This&lt;br /&gt;person' , '2nd one' and '...' have&lt;br /&gt;been used to protect the identity&lt;br /&gt;of victims involved and to protect&lt;br /&gt;the privacy of Ms Fahimah Azman.*&lt;br /&gt;:P  [LP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110562130790636101?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110562130790636101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110562130790636101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110562130790636101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110562130790636101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/01/lp-rap-patrol.html' title='LP =Rap patrol='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110526536703539853</id><published>2005-01-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:09:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Crawling In My Skin=</title><content type='html'>Another week has passed just lyk tht.&lt;br /&gt;It was only a week ago when I was still&lt;br /&gt;struggling to finish my hol. hw. A week&lt;br /&gt;ago when it was still the hols. A week ago&lt;br /&gt;when my sis and I sort of 'ranaway' to my&lt;br /&gt;aunt's house. A week ago when I saw them&lt;br /&gt;again and obsession starts to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed like a lightning bolt in the&lt;br /&gt;sky. Soon the weekend is over and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;a new day starts. Soon, the O' levels would&lt;br /&gt;come and I would be studying so bloody hard&lt;br /&gt;that I would feel as though I'm on the verge&lt;br /&gt;of death; as though 'I'm one step closer to the&lt;br /&gt;edge and I'm about to break.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP songs just depicts and tells alot of things&lt;br /&gt;about life. The lyrics were wrote from the&lt;br /&gt;experience and point of view of them. The&lt;br /&gt;songs exhibits and exudes their pain from&lt;br /&gt;all the experiences in life. This is why I&lt;br /&gt;LURVE LP. More than I love food. Or the&lt;br /&gt;colour green. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I pray really really hard, hoping that&lt;br /&gt;the sins of the innocent lives of the Tsunami&lt;br /&gt;victims would be washed away. I pray for&lt;br /&gt;the friends and families of these victims,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that they would remain patient and&lt;br /&gt;keep the memories of their loves ones deep&lt;br /&gt;in the heart. Lets all pray. And hope that a&lt;br /&gt;new lease of live would be given to the&lt;br /&gt;survivors and others who were not involved&lt;br /&gt;directly like Me for eg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thats it I've got to share. Now, I gtg and&lt;br /&gt;study Bio and start with the new lease of life&lt;br /&gt;that I'm given.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110526536703539853?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110526536703539853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110526536703539853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110526536703539853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110526536703539853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2005/01/lp-crawling-in-my-skin.html' title='LP =Crawling In My Skin='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110446978433848410</id><published>2004-12-31T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:09:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =The Paper's Crumpled Up=</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed and soon&lt;br /&gt;school would start again. Thats&lt;br /&gt;doom day for the HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, everyone's complaning&lt;br /&gt;tht the Hols felt really short. I did&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At leat, I got to go to KL dur the hols&lt;br /&gt;and did some shoppin. Was fun. But&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous that SOME people get to&lt;br /&gt;go to places further from KL. Like NY&lt;br /&gt;for example. So lucky of this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still on my way to finishing my HW.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to finish E maths by 2 dae. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Time runs fast. Tomorrow is 2005&lt;br /&gt;alreadi! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;To Lose Weight. Pass My Bio. Try to be&lt;br /&gt;less obsessive. And not start to like 'ahem&lt;br /&gt;ahem' again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Oh and to not be as Lazy anymore&lt;br /&gt;bcos nxt year is O'level year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well. Thts it. Hope my new year's&lt;br /&gt;resolution would work out well. Gtg and&lt;br /&gt;start doing my HW again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110446978433848410?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110446978433848410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110446978433848410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110446978433848410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110446978433848410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-papers-crumpled-up.html' title='LP =The Paper&apos;s Crumpled Up='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110325202939738751</id><published>2004-12-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:01:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Stop Smothering Me=</title><content type='html'>Its DOOM DAY. Another holiday is a&lt;br /&gt;gonner. Sighs. School is starting in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel as though it has already started.&lt;br /&gt;Not cos I have to go to school. But cos I have&lt;br /&gt;to thnk abt the HW and MATHS tuition have&lt;br /&gt;started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. There's tuition 2 dae. Sighs. Whats&lt;br /&gt;more I got to strt thnking abt studying bck&lt;br /&gt;again and finish up my HW. Urgh. So many&lt;br /&gt;Maths Hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been startng to read Bridget Jone's Diary.&lt;br /&gt;Cool Book. Addictive. And really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. Gonna finish b4 school starts. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Im not really a fast reader. But If the book&lt;br /&gt;is interesting, I wld finish it in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterdae, I went to do a lil bit of shoppin.&lt;br /&gt;Went to town. With my sis. She was in no mood&lt;br /&gt;to shop. Not only cos she didn't have money 2&lt;br /&gt;buy stuff but cos PMS. haha. So I bought this&lt;br /&gt;pencil box tht is black and has the words 'DUH!'&lt;br /&gt;on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get the one wit WHATEVER! on it&lt;br /&gt;but there's none tht is black in colour. Oh! My&lt;br /&gt;newest obsession: BLACK. I kinda find tht blck&lt;br /&gt;is a dull colour but NOW I find it cool. Must be&lt;br /&gt;bcos Im going thru the period of adolesence.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Yeah. Lyk one day I find this thing URGH&lt;br /&gt;and the next WOW. Same thng wit guys 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I also bought this chain thing tht you can&lt;br /&gt;put on your pants. Only $7.50 at Samuel and&lt;br /&gt;Kevin. (S&amp;K) Usual price was $15. I bought black&lt;br /&gt;bands at 77th street. Cos 3 for $1. So I bght 6.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda want to change fashion. Caused by&lt;br /&gt;adolesence again. Loads of changes dur this&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Borders also. To get the From The&lt;br /&gt;Inside: Linkin Park's Meteora Book. But its not&lt;br /&gt;there. Sighs. Asked the very nice lady abt it and she&lt;br /&gt;said it is sort of SOLD OUT. Sighs. Got to wait abt&lt;br /&gt;1 or 2 weeks b4 more stock comes agian. I went to&lt;br /&gt;borders a few daes b4 and found tht after all, I&lt;br /&gt;checked at the wrong section. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I AM NOT THE FIRST PERSON TO&lt;br /&gt;PURCHASE THE BOOK! I wanted to be. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;GTG.&lt;br /&gt;Need to upload my blog wit some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110325202939738751?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110325202939738751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110325202939738751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110325202939738751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110325202939738751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-stop-smothering-me.html' title='LP =Stop Smothering Me='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110259290781506098</id><published>2004-12-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:52:53.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =From The Inside=</title><content type='html'>Hey EVRYONE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda missing rite.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah cos I went to KL on Mon.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even noe we're going until&lt;br /&gt;tht SUN itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some shopping. Actually,&lt;br /&gt;LOADS. Used my Hari Raya money&lt;br /&gt;to buy some clothes. B.U.M &amp; Diesel&lt;br /&gt;totally ROCK! Bought 1 Diesel shirt&lt;br /&gt;and black pants. 1 b.u.m shirt. And&lt;br /&gt;2 CONVERSE shirts. Also another&lt;br /&gt;pair of pants at vj jeans. Woah thts&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty ok. Got ALL THAT at just&lt;br /&gt;100 sing dollars. yep. Also, my mum&lt;br /&gt;bought me a B.U.M. WATCH &amp;amp; Converse&lt;br /&gt;BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm damn lucky. So the trip was&lt;br /&gt;nice. Went to sunway lagoon on the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;day. We brght my cuzzin along. So he&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed like crazy. The best prt abt sunway&lt;br /&gt;is definitely the thrillin wet rides. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on this mat thing. Face down I went&lt;br /&gt;all the way down on this slide thing. Really&lt;br /&gt;cool. And also I went on this another slide thng&lt;br /&gt;on a double tube with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What a day. Been really tired on this&lt;br /&gt;whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE. There's this cool new LP book tht&lt;br /&gt;just came out. BUY it. Its suppose to be in stores&lt;br /&gt;today. So check it out. Shld be out at BORDERS.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna buy it tomoro. Plus I got the $20 borders&lt;br /&gt;voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gtg. Bck to some serious studying. (yeah rite) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110259290781506098?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110259290781506098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110259290781506098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110259290781506098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110259290781506098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-from-inside.html' title='LP =From The Inside='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110164868857512453</id><published>2004-11-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:45:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Encore.Do you want more?</title><content type='html'>DAMN. I such in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;My STUPID sis NOT buying&lt;br /&gt;the new LP ALBUM 2 dae!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shithead. ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe I sound as though its the&lt;br /&gt;end of the world but I had promised&lt;br /&gt;myself to be the FIRST to buy the&lt;br /&gt;album but sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the chance to buy, I went&lt;br /&gt;all the way to the STUP shop but found&lt;br /&gt;that the ALBUM is NC-16. REALLY&lt;br /&gt;STUP Rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh... Ok. Stop complaining. I can get&lt;br /&gt;it tomorow. Won't DIE. still will get it&lt;br /&gt;just need to wait a few more hours. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;A FEW MORE HOURS!!! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. stop now. Aniways, today went to&lt;br /&gt;jalan raya wit friends AGAIN. Wah damn&lt;br /&gt;tired. yesterday went wit my crescent&lt;br /&gt;frens n today wit my cckps frens. N den&lt;br /&gt;tomoro some of my another frieds want&lt;br /&gt;2 go out again. Wah that wil make it 3&lt;br /&gt;days of jalan raya!!! But Im not goin.&lt;br /&gt;LAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go collection alot of times ready.&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday, they jalan raya untill&lt;br /&gt;like 1 am in the morn. SIAO AH.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I had to go half way. If I follow them&lt;br /&gt;I would be DAMN tired ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've had enough of collection ready.&lt;br /&gt;Time OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont think I like him animore. yep.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe... he can be irritating but he share&lt;br /&gt;alot of interests wit me. dunno whther tht&lt;br /&gt;means I like him or just like him as a BRUDDER.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... then there's this other guy. hu I find&lt;br /&gt;cute in a non pysical manner. Well, kinda&lt;br /&gt;forgot abt him. Dunno whether I still like him&lt;br /&gt;anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like talking about GUYS anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt them is painful and very MUCH&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSING. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg and Sleep. WHAT A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110164868857512453?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110164868857512453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110164868857512453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110164868857512453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110164868857512453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-encoredo-you-want-more.html' title='LP =Encore.Do you want more?'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110121150737963807</id><published>2004-11-23T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:10:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =ChazTheObsession=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VISIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaztheobsession.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://chaztheobsession.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, today was a pretty&lt;br /&gt;busy day 4 me. I started doing&lt;br /&gt;my hw. AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT LAST...&lt;br /&gt;My blog, that I told about&lt;br /&gt;in the previous posts, is&lt;br /&gt;finally COMPLETED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had its GRAND LAUNCH&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes ago. The Launch&lt;br /&gt;was attended by only the V.I.P&lt;br /&gt;(guess who...) ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Im the V.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;Im the greatest fan of Chester&lt;br /&gt;who sacrificed all her time to&lt;br /&gt;create the ONE AND ONLY&lt;br /&gt;CHAZY CHAZ BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Me and my crappiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I did say I started on&lt;br /&gt;my hw but actually most of the&lt;br /&gt;day wasn't spent on it. But spent&lt;br /&gt;on the production of my NEW&lt;br /&gt;BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just hoping and wishing that&lt;br /&gt;all you peeps, fan of chester or not,&lt;br /&gt;would really LIKE my blog, what more&lt;br /&gt;to LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE AND DO VISIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaztheobsession.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;http://chaztheobsession.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110121150737963807?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110121150737963807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110121150737963807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110121150737963807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110121150737963807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-chaztheobsession.html' title='LP =ChazTheObsession='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110091856747569458</id><published>2004-11-20T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:00:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =I'm about to break=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Im listening to Linkin Park. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Hexhex. Listening to their very &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first album Hybrid Theory. Cool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name huh. Now listening to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;One Step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;Closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;I never ever get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored of LP songs. I think all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;their albums are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait for the latest one!!! Its &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;a cool album feat. Jay-Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;Its called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Collision Course" because its lyk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a collision btw LP and Jay-Z. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So cool!!! Album coming out on the&lt;br /&gt;30th Nov. Can't wait 2 buy it!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be 1 of the 1st to buy it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEPSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPLE! go to Linkin Park.com to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;listen to the numb/encore song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of the songs in the new album &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feat. Jay-Z. Its real nice and cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also check out the video on mtv.com. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY COOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its all abt the making of the video. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yepss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im still obsessed about drum &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roll&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening to CRAWLING. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chester's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voice coming out&lt;br /&gt;YEAH... His voice gives me the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chills. (in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;"There's something inside me that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holds beneath the surface"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more... "Discomfort &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endlessly has pulled itself upon me"&lt;br /&gt;I love the prts tht chester sing&lt;br /&gt;which are UMMM. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His voice damn power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gtg. Gtg and work on a new &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog im making. Its dedicated to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chester bennington, lead singer of LP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yepss. Its going to be out soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;DONT WORRY FANS OF CHESTER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;hehe. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110091856747569458?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110091856747569458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110091856747569458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110091856747569458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110091856747569458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-im-about-to-break.html' title='LP =I&apos;m about to break='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110057918122923818</id><published>2004-11-16T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:13:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Guilty By Association=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterdae was a very&lt;br /&gt;interesting day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of juicy scandals&lt;br /&gt;and conflicts happenin.&lt;br /&gt;And this issues are btw&lt;br /&gt;me n my family.&lt;br /&gt;I mean normally dis&lt;br /&gt;kind of thing r not family&lt;br /&gt;related issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started when&lt;br /&gt;me, my cuzzins, my&lt;br /&gt;parents n 2 of my aunties&lt;br /&gt;went out 4 jalan-jalan raya&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae. They first went&lt;br /&gt;2 my hse. Then we watch&lt;br /&gt;dis scary movie while time&lt;br /&gt;passes by. Was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;2 watch wit my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the conflicts is btw&lt;br /&gt;2 of my cuzzins. Well one&lt;br /&gt;thnk tht the other is big&lt;br /&gt;headed bcos he got a gurl.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started 2 dislyk&lt;br /&gt;him. He tried to be nice 2&lt;br /&gt;her. But she always diss&lt;br /&gt;him off. So he oso start&lt;br /&gt;2 dislike her. N they have&lt;br /&gt;some quarrels at the diff.&lt;br /&gt;hses we go to. I tried to&lt;br /&gt;calm down the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a 'corrector' or sumthng&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen to the stories&lt;br /&gt;from both sides and try to&lt;br /&gt;find out the root of the&lt;br /&gt;problem. Tried to get them&lt;br /&gt;2 befriend each other again.&lt;br /&gt;I failed cos their&lt;br /&gt;arguements continued 2 the&lt;br /&gt;point when they strt to insult&lt;br /&gt;each other. I noe how each of&lt;br /&gt;em felt cos actually nobody's&lt;br /&gt;right or wrong. Its just a&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding. I hope&lt;br /&gt;everythng wil b alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this scandal.&lt;br /&gt;Dis gurl cuzzin of mine thnks&lt;br /&gt;tht this guy cuzzin likes her&lt;br /&gt;just bcos she stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;I thnk it meant nuthing cos&lt;br /&gt;I noe my guy cuzzin. He have&lt;br /&gt;better taste in gurls. and he&lt;br /&gt;does not show any signs tht&lt;br /&gt;he lyk her. Well, the news&lt;br /&gt;is out. So now the whole&lt;br /&gt;world noes abt this scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk dis gurl cuzzin is really&lt;br /&gt;very 'PERASAAN'. Well, I thnk&lt;br /&gt;she actually likes him. Its&lt;br /&gt;stupid cos we all r cuzzins. Its&lt;br /&gt;very disgusting 2 b lyking each&lt;br /&gt;other cos we r family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upppsss...&lt;br /&gt;Reality check fahimah!!!&lt;br /&gt;I thnk you've fallen for someone&lt;br /&gt;tht can be considered ur family 2.&lt;br /&gt;So how can u say tht she lyking her&lt;br /&gt;own cuzzin is wrong wen u might oso&lt;br /&gt;have a secret 'AHEM AHEM'?&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Im talking to myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thts all tht happened yesterdae.&lt;br /&gt;I mite have 2 go to my aunt's hse&lt;br /&gt;again 2 dae cos I left somethng at&lt;br /&gt;her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gtg plan jalan raya wit my&lt;br /&gt;frens. Hope everythng goes well&lt;br /&gt;dis year cos this is the last year&lt;br /&gt;we can have fun. Nxt yr the O's&lt;br /&gt;clash wit Hari Raya. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110057918122923818?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110057918122923818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110057918122923818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110057918122923818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110057918122923818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-guilty-by-association.html' title='LP =Guilty By Association='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-110036119870608608</id><published>2004-11-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:14:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Memories Consuming Me=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;Tomorrow is HARI RAYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, 10 more mins to Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today ah pig out lyk wat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;Got rendang, sambal udang, LONTONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kuihs...&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I'm gonna wake up early to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;some mini muffins... hehe... I thnk&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna make pple crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-110036119870608608?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/110036119870608608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=110036119870608608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110036119870608608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/110036119870608608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-memories-consuming-me.html' title='LP =Memories Consuming Me='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109997237854562718</id><published>2004-11-09T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:28:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =You like to think you're never wrong=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im feeling so bummed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cos some pple just make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me feel tht way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, I was on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of becoming 2nd MC for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the band concert. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cos of 5 stup mins, I end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;up losing the 'job'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well. I was planning of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not goin anyways, wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to avoid someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secondly, some pple just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes to boss pple around&lt;br /&gt;but does't want to do any&lt;br /&gt;work. Quite pissed wit this&lt;br /&gt;person sometimes. It just fits&lt;br /&gt;the title of this post. Cos this&lt;br /&gt;person like to think that she's&lt;br /&gt;always right. Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, has actually nothing&lt;br /&gt;to do wit being bummed up&lt;br /&gt;but more of being totally&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of bummed up.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Its the feeling of finding&lt;br /&gt;someone rather cute. Actually,&lt;br /&gt;very cute. This person possess&lt;br /&gt;a natural charm, funny and&lt;br /&gt;cute. (As in not cute physically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could meet this person&lt;br /&gt;more often. Well actually we&lt;br /&gt;would. But I hope this person&lt;br /&gt;would be more than just an&lt;br /&gt;accquaintance. I want to get&lt;br /&gt;to know this person better.&lt;br /&gt;:) *Winx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been pretty busy&lt;br /&gt;this past few days. What with&lt;br /&gt;my PBMC stuff like angklung&lt;br /&gt;and the drama collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything would work&lt;br /&gt;out well wit the drama. Just as&lt;br /&gt;long as Cres and SJI dont fight&lt;br /&gt;and it would be ok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About angklung... I dont know ah.&lt;br /&gt;Had not practiced, not once, during&lt;br /&gt;the hols. Im pretty worried tht&lt;br /&gt;we wont be able to make it for&lt;br /&gt;SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... Got to go and help my mother&lt;br /&gt;make kuih raya. (Hari Raya Tarts)&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for Hari Raya, cos I get to&lt;br /&gt;eat again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109997237854562718?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109997237854562718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109997237854562718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109997237854562718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109997237854562718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-you-like-to-think-youre-never-wrong.html' title='LP =You like to think you&apos;re never wrong='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109859137000518331</id><published>2004-10-24T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:53:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =I wanna Runaway=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today I had to go to agama&lt;br /&gt;in the morn. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;den now im bck at home&lt;br /&gt;just sitting arnd&lt;br /&gt;digging nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So as I was saying abt&lt;br /&gt;the new blog I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;create... Im gonna make&lt;br /&gt;it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Den abt my results.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting marks.&lt;br /&gt;yah. wen i look at my marks&lt;br /&gt;I feel lyk puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did so badly&lt;br /&gt;for Bio EOY. Got F9!!!&lt;br /&gt;I neva did so badly. So I bloody&lt;br /&gt;disappointed ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aim to do better nxt yr&lt;br /&gt;every year thts my revolution&lt;br /&gt;but nuffing is better. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109859137000518331?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109859137000518331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109859137000518331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109859137000518331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109859137000518331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-i-wanna-runaway.html' title='LP =I wanna Runaway='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109757246979569460</id><published>2004-10-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:50:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Graffiti Decorations=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Now I'm at my aunt's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So far ok lah this 2 daes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Got a 2 days break from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;school. I get to play the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My sis not at home so she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;can't conquer the comp all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;2 herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I got to check out some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cool LP sites. And the LP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;song tht I realli lyk now is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"FORGOTTEN" frm the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hybrid Theory album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Its a cool song. It shows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Chester's vocal power. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;how his vocal range. I oso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;lyk the music and tune of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the song. ESP. the DJ parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;when Mr Hahn wld spin the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;CDS. Those part r real cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well. Tomoro got sch again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Goin to watch sum show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;at sci centre. Have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;7 bucks for it. watever lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;well. im goin to sch just bcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;there's HML tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;O level cuming. so the lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;are important. Well gtg. cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cres kidos 2 moro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109757246979569460?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109757246979569460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109757246979569460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109757246979569460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109757246979569460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-graffiti-decorations.html' title='LP =Graffiti Decorations='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109662992855966219</id><published>2004-10-01T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:28:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =CHESTER!!!=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tot I'd take a rest for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak a break from all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thinking of creating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;another blog. A blog for fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of Chester Bennington, lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;singer of Linkin Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm doin that onli after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well. I have been realli HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dis past few days. NOT bcos exams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r coming but... haha... shhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its a secret... so cannot say ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The point is that this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have made me real happy cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now this person starts to talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to me. Whether the conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is only a few secs or what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it realli made me happy. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. It made me feel that this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;person noe that I exist in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;world. I really lyk to be this person's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;friend. This person is real cute, friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and charming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like after one of the exam dates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this person talk to me and tell me what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this person wrote. But its like I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;approach this person then this person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS PERSON SMILED AT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i smiled bck. I was damn happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abd over the CLOUDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO far, only 2 pple noe that I still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like and eyecandy this person. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so OBSESSED. With this person and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CHESTER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY MUST IT BE DUR. THE EXAMS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... I'm going to go back to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;REMINDER 4 ME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2 more DAYS to my BURFDAE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109662992855966219?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109662992855966219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109662992855966219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109662992855966219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109662992855966219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-chester.html' title='LP =CHESTER!!!='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109594641150261241</id><published>2004-09-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:14:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =You've Become A Part Of Me=</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm DAMN OBSSESSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;What is the cure for these &lt;br /&gt;obsessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my obsession &lt;br /&gt;starts with hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff&lt;br /&gt;Lyk I had the obsession for&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter n Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;Den obsession with SPIDERMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Charmed, O.C&lt;br /&gt;F.r.i.e.n.d.s &lt;br /&gt;(wil always be obsessed wit it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CURRENTLY (drum roll);P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINKIN PARK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Yesterdae and Tuesday, &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be studying&lt;br /&gt;but instead of tht I was too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBSESSED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to surf the net &lt;br /&gt;and check out about LP&lt;br /&gt;get more pics n videos of em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my latest OBSESSION is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHESTER BENNINGTON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LEAD SINGER OF LINKIN PARK&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just tht his voice just&lt;br /&gt;melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;ESP. wen he sings songs &lt;br /&gt;lyk MY DECEMBER and &lt;br /&gt;BREAKING THE HABIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HE just gives me ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;wen he screams his head off&lt;br /&gt;LP is so DAMN COOL...&lt;br /&gt;I LUV CHESTER!!! HE ROX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK FAHIMAH BCK TO REALITY CHANNEL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Tomoro: ENG EXAM. &lt;br /&gt;What If I fail???&lt;br /&gt;I damn scared leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK TO MY OBSESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still obsessed with ... (SECRET INFO)&lt;br /&gt;But not as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Cos dun see ... tht often animore!&lt;br /&gt;Forget abt ... CUTENESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good luck to everione&lt;br /&gt;FOR THEIR EXAMS K!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109594641150261241?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109594641150261241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109594641150261241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109594641150261241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109594641150261241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-youve-become-part-of-me.html' title='LP =You&apos;ve Become A Part Of Me='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109542217527815621</id><published>2004-09-17T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:05:18.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =You'll Always Be My Fear=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wah Im so busy this past few weeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahh... Got so many Homewok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So many tests! EXAM COMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;STRESS!!! TENSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oooh.Tht reminds me. A bit of LP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I noe I crazy abt LP lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lp== A place for my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm so sick of the TENSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sick of the hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sick of you acting like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm owe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Find another place to feed your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;while I find a place to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should have just said it to her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What I'm so afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You'll always be my FEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have nothing to lose or gain! WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, If I say it... So paiseh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nevermind... Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall say it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your life be blessed with happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109542217527815621?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109542217527815621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109542217527815621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109542217527815621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109542217527815621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-youll-always-be-my-fear.html' title='LP =You&apos;ll Always Be My Fear='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109506523541334797</id><published>2004-09-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:47:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =I'm so tired of this deceit=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bah!!! Today.Its me.&lt;br /&gt;In skool. Yeah. Still&lt;br /&gt;In skool at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Where? At comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Borrowed Stephen King's&lt;br /&gt;book frm Lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Want to be&lt;br /&gt;Nerd. But where got time to&lt;br /&gt;read book now? Must go n study!&lt;br /&gt;haha. I'm still struggling to&lt;br /&gt;finish my hw and I wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;abt studying!!! Still got reading&lt;br /&gt;portfolio stuff to finish. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Finished Lesson at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;Lit lesson. Damn tired. Slept a&lt;br /&gt;while during free period just now.&lt;br /&gt;Went into a deep freaking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a dream yesterday. About&lt;br /&gt;two pple in one night. Was it nice?&lt;br /&gt;Or it bad? Or did it mean sumthng&lt;br /&gt;bad? I rmb one of the dreams. The&lt;br /&gt;other, I'm trying bloody hard to&lt;br /&gt;rmb wat it was abt.&lt;br /&gt;wat issit abt? Hmmm... I hate it wen&lt;br /&gt;I forget. I have to squeeze my brain&lt;br /&gt;out just to rmb. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT ISSIT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen I rmb, I'll be so happy. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;The first dream... I thnk it meant&lt;br /&gt;somethng bad. It was pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;Already had 3 dreams abt the same&lt;br /&gt;person. And the one I forgot about...&lt;br /&gt;Had two dreams. Sighs.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109506523541334797?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109506523541334797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109506523541334797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109506523541334797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109506523541334797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-im-so-tired-of-this-deceit.html' title='LP =I&apos;m so tired of this deceit='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109497473154456719</id><published>2004-09-12T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:50:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Take Everything From The Inside=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Damn!!! Tomoro got skool liao!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit... still haven't finish&lt;br /&gt;my hw yet... haha...&lt;br /&gt;and I still got time to update ah...&lt;br /&gt;den later got tuition... MATHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I still haven't call&lt;br /&gt;my A maths tuiton teacher to ask him&lt;br /&gt;wen to make up tuition... Well...&lt;br /&gt;Next week lah... haha... Wah!...&lt;br /&gt;I damn slack ah... K... I promise&lt;br /&gt;to be good n study n do hw... Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Like real... Sighs... Well... cya&lt;br /&gt;all crescent kiddos tomoro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PssPss... Only one thing to look&lt;br /&gt;forward to tomoro... haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109497473154456719?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109497473154456719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109497473154456719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109497473154456719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109497473154456719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-take-everything-from-inside.html' title='LP =Take Everything From The Inside='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109453998481958126</id><published>2004-09-07T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:55:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Skool Again=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nooooo!!! Have to go to school again!&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... Just a few hour ago, I was at skool.&lt;br /&gt;So sien leh! Almost everydae I have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Mite as well not have a hol. break.&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro got Chem lesson frm lyk 8 am until 1pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah!!! Sien ah... Luckily, no skool on Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;Wen r they going to give us time to do the Piles of homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... And still have lyk 13 newspaper reports to do...&lt;br /&gt;And 150 words on the phrasebk!!!&lt;br /&gt;And must hand in on Mon itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wah I complain alot ah... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't think I can spend much time on&lt;br /&gt;updating my blog and listen to LP songs...&lt;br /&gt;Cos FINAL YEAR EXAM is in like 3 WEEKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==Completely Stressed==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109453998481958126?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109453998481958126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109453998481958126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109453998481958126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109453998481958126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-skool-again.html' title='LP =Skool Again='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109436868547586610</id><published>2004-09-05T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T13:28:30.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Tired=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah!!! Yesterday was a veri long dae... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lyk super long... we came to Grassroots CC lyk at 1 pm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the whole thng ended only at 11.30pm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I arrived home at 12.30am... Sighs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn sleepy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slept only at 1am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the morn, mum told me to follow her to Jai and Rozza's wedding at Hougang.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came... We ate... We left... sighs... Pointless... I noe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aniways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the point is about yesterdae... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a great but damn tiring dae... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't act lah... just helping with the props... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and thts a very tiring job... Well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the show on the whole went pretty ok except maebe the host... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahem ahem... Wah sian ah... she was lyk so long winded... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well she's suppose to be entertaining us onli untill the music stops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but she lurv to just keep on talking abt crap... well watever lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aniways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the place was pretty nice lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alot of stuff was going on there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i heard there's the 3 year old boy burfdae party... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a malay wedding... and of course our Drama Comp... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole comp was nice cos we met loads of pple... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;both nice and weird... haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well i just hope tht the rest also felt the same way abt the comp as i did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope you guys had a great dae too... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also... &lt;strong&gt;CRESCENT ELDDS ROX!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109436868547586610?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109436868547586610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109436868547586610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109436868547586610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109436868547586610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-tired_05.html' title='LP =Tired='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172370.post-109436778701496544</id><published>2004-09-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T13:30:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LP =Winning Is Definitely Not Everything=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs... Well Crescent didn't won the Drama Comp but it was alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... it was all worth while... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of us had a great day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we saw great perfomances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we bonded... and we explored... (hexhex)....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still remembered wen we went to Naked Fish Shoppe for lunch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha... well... we were lyk late oreadi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we ordered onli lyk 10 mins b4 we were supposed to be bck... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so obviously we were late lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hen some of them ordered cheese cake and brownies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the plate tht they provide was lyk so big but then the food itself was ahem ahem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok lah... NO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was pretty small... haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then Sharmeen and Steph ordered the kid's meal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha... wow... this 3G1 people have quite an appetite huh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we all went up first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then we decided to claim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that these 2 people are stuck in the toilet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha... what a dae.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WELL more exciting adventures to come in the next post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172370-109436778701496544?l=inseperable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/feeds/109436778701496544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172370&amp;postID=109436778701496544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109436778701496544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172370/posts/default/109436778701496544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inseperable.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-winning-is-definitely-not.html' title='LP =Winning Is Definitely Not Everything='/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
