<?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-18519474</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:17:21.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the black diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5522479299717427070</id><published>2007-12-15T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:25:31.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2TRowiCgTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PIlEPMJvzuU/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144467172516593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2TRowiCgTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PIlEPMJvzuU/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2TRhAiCgSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lps3kk-yBjo/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144467039372607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2TRhAiCgSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lps3kk-yBjo/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aha. boredom. i love my internal camera. SO FUN. and im so vain. aha. sadded. watching Yo Mama. hilarious. wilma valderama is super funny. hahahaha. okay im waiting for the movie to buffer. VERY SLOW. tsk! irritating. i think im having post MCR withdrawals. hahaha. damn bored. where's everyone? HELLO?! *echo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5522479299717427070?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5522479299717427070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5522479299717427070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5522479299717427070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5522479299717427070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2TRowiCgTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PIlEPMJvzuU/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6626048309671240195</id><published>2007-12-15T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:28:05.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE THE PIMPLE BELOW MY LIPS. IT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new hobby. HAIR STRAIGHTENING! =D im not gay by doing so. my hair tends to curl after a few days and its really ugly and unglam. and when it touches water too. sad la. so practically, i have to use it 5 times a day (that is if i pray) so anyways, its fun. my hair is straight! loving it. and i need a new haircut. dont intend of going to the barber and spend 10 dollars there for jus a few snips. and i love hanging out with mel. so fun. talking and chilling. i wana watch garfield with her man. sobz. i feel like watching alvin and the chipmunks on monday. must go find nai and sarah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2Px6AiCgRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TvkrJsgxhW4/s1600-h/travis0nq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144221178264715538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2Px6AiCgRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TvkrJsgxhW4/s320/travis0nq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool dude. HAHAHAHA.. rocker sak. OUCH PIMPLE. OUCH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6626048309671240195?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6626048309671240195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6626048309671240195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6626048309671240195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6626048309671240195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-pimple-below-my-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/R2Px6AiCgRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TvkrJsgxhW4/s72-c/travis0nq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6042219907341417498</id><published>2007-12-14T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:42:48.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, i would like to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME HOME SAFELY SARAH!!! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally, i ate. like. ATE. yesterday was horrible since mum didnt cook. i starved la. sheesh. i did eat but i got hungry at night and i didnt go out to eat coz it was too late. anyways, went fahmy's house to return his guitar. knocked on the door like a madman, called his mobile but couldnt get through. got fed up and was running late meeting mel, so i hid the guitar under this huge silver object, the ones you can find at pasar malam. yeah, took a bus to tampines mrt and headed to orchard. kept trying to call famy's mobile to inform him of his hidden guitar all the way till ct hall when i finally got through. FINALLY! MY BURDEN HAS BEEN LIFTED.. i was scared to death if someone stole it. it was well hidden, but since he lives in pasir ris, you never know if the mat reps have sharp eyes.. =D so anyways, ate alone at far east kfc before mel and her friend, mavis, came. walked around before heading to spinelli heeran to chill. watched hide and seek and a little of garfield on mel's lappy. hahahaha.. hide and seek was cool. good plot, unpridictable but, saw the storyline similar to another movie which i cant point out to. garfield was simply adorable and FUNNY. stupid fat cat. and i didnt know the HOT jennifer love hewit acted in it.. haha. the more i wana watch it. =) watched it halfway since mel's 2 batteries died. HAHA. THX MEL! next time, i bring mine, with my charger, since my lappy doesnt lag as much as yours. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a few of mel's friends. nice people with a sense of humour too. i like. and i was simply the rose among the thorns la. embarrassing. okay whatever. anyway, mel's friend, vanessa.. its her birthday today, so, happy birthday! i know you dont read my blog but, whatever.. she smokes.. oh boy.. i was tempted to ask for a cig but.. i fought it off. seriously people, im done with puffing the stick. im getting over it. mel asked me why i didnt have withdrawals.. then i told her,"I am having withdrawals. Im fighting it inside.." and she laughed. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay another boring entry. and i realised that my entries dont have pictures and illustrations. and i dont care. i should start typing in better english. my spelling is going down the drain. =D aite goodnight then. sleep tight people. SWEET DREAMS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6042219907341417498?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6042219907341417498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6042219907341417498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6042219907341417498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6042219907341417498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8567394826567151752</id><published>2007-12-13T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:40:25.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was wasted on.. ONLINE. i swear i bored myself to death. hah. no friend to hang out with. some had exams bla bla bla. mel went out. so i just spent my time watching the latest episode of A Shot At Love With Tila Teqila. its a must watch show. seriously. its a love game show.. but ur not expecting what u tink it is. hahahaha. cool show. loads of heartbreaks and stuff. and i wan hang out tomorrow. where's mel man.. hmm.. seriously, i havent really enjoyed my holidays.. thanks to the best life ruiners.. =) IM SURE YOU KNOW WHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8567394826567151752?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8567394826567151752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8567394826567151752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8567394826567151752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8567394826567151752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-wasted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3555387017872381069</id><published>2007-12-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:39:52.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Price of a Free Standing My Chemical Romance Ticket: $ 95&lt;br /&gt;Price For Transportation: $5&lt;br /&gt;Price For Experiencing MCR: PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres somethings money cant buy. for everything else, there's a few punches to the face in the pit. =D OUCH LA! whole body aching. stood for ages waiting for them. waiting to get in line. waiting to get in. waiting for the ROCKSTARS. HAHAHA. seriously, its worth my money. if only people would stop taking pictures and vids of them. damn irritating. i cant mosh. people were bodysurfing. worse is that they are as huge as a buffalo, and that includes my 1st brother who's attempt lasted for a mere 5 seconds before he fell. how heavy are you bro? 100kg? sheesh.. saw ray smoking halfway through the show. i tink frank was too. but i cldnt see much. yeah im short. =D seriously, the gig was damn nice. piano was.. beautifully played. the drummer (MCR's drummer was replaced as he had an injury) was good. BEST.. i like.. ray ray.. i dono wad 2 say. i don care if u have a goddamn afro.. YOU ARE SICK ON THE GUITAR (yeah yeah i noe got others who are BETTER) but for a genre like this, u cant deny that he's GOOOOOOD. and frank wasnt himself. if he would, he wld b throwing the mic stand, jumping like a mad dog. but i dont tink he was allowed to la. shit. anyways, mikey actually came to play. i tot he couldnt or smting. hah. and omg, gerard way.. WOW.. i tot he couldnt sing live. so sorry man. u proved me wrong. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came home arnd 11 plus. i tot my folks were still in jb. but they came home. BUSTED! shit man. they nag3, my jeans were torn like mad.. haha.. mcm rocker but no, i had no intention of doing so. it tore. look on parents face when i cam home: PRICELESS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, there's this cute caucasion girl who was sitting next to me and fahmy while we were waiting for the queue with braces and.. omg. shes damn gorgeous. i didnt tok 2 her. im too shy. hah. but there was tis 1 time where fahmy and me took laughing gas and we were laughing like mad cows. omg. damn embarrasing. disposed the gas off before we entered coz there was bag check. then there was tis 1 time where i burped so loudly and the Girl's fren tot it was her who burped.. and i started laughing. damn.. should hav jus apologised and start the ball rolling. hah. but then again.. nvm then.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still tired. i wan more slp. and its raining. but it was hot yesterday. weird weather.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3555387017872381069?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3555387017872381069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3555387017872381069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3555387017872381069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3555387017872381069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/price-of-free-standing-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1723766124011461107</id><published>2007-12-09T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T06:58:04.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arsenal is playing like crap. losing the ball. conceeded a penalty in the 4th min. pathetic. well, i wldnt b surprised if they lost by a stupid goal. well, im already down. doesnt matter if they lose. its sucky nowadays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1723766124011461107?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1723766124011461107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling.. this feeling, where by you miss someone so much.. it hurts more when ur not even with that person. i hate this. i hate myself. i am so pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD PLS BRING HER HOME SAFELY.. i really miss her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8546057774365071052?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8546057774365071052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8546057774365071052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8546057774365071052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8546057774365071052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1559303045388695638</id><published>2007-12-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:25:51.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night swimming last night to night spots like.. CHIJMES, Zouk, Clark Quay and the Loof (some rooftop bar which was really really cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say its quite boring and a waste of money since i could have like saved the 40 bux and go on the trip on my own or with my friends to these places, IF ONLY I WAS BORN A YR EARLIER! moron.. nevertheless, brought home some important ideas and experience. though taking pictures at night is really.. DOT DOT DOT. hate taking pix at night. it sux. seriously. even with the flash. come to think of it, flash doesnt really make it better. =D maybe just a little bit since our faces could be seen in the dark. =D ok wadever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met peanut and wanting at cthall station 1st. they were late. well, wanting was at least. =D then headed to summerset to get wantings gay green slippers. no comments. really not worth the 31 bux of slippers. then headed back to bugis to meet the rest. edward wore a purple shirt, which was pretty ah beng.. stupid hougang idiot.. =D then me, peanut, wanting and shanhui headed to eat. well, they were eating babi and since i already ate earlier at century square with my primary school fren who lives next block, azlyn. then met nick and anna at the hawker centre. met lester soon after and headed to CHIJMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at CHIJMES, took loads of pix wif anna's cam. then halfway, got a call.. haiz.. damn sad ah.. she's off to malaysia. well, have fun kay sarah? misses.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1559303045388695638?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1559303045388695638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1559303045388695638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1559303045388695638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1559303045388695638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/night-swimming-last-night-to-night.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7992836622047636710</id><published>2007-12-05T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:50:52.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching American Inventor.. laughed. hilarious.. one came in with a device which helps reduce odour when u fart(i thought it was quite sweet and cool) and one came in with a 'model' with a ribbon like bikini.. then the model pulled the ribbon off and was practically half naked in front of the judges.. like.. pffft.. then 1 of the judges, who is a female, got so pissed and asked them to leave. seriously, its kinda disturbing to see a female 'selling' herself. tats jus not rite yeah? ok off to movies. rain rain go away.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7992836622047636710?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7992836622047636710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7992836622047636710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7992836622047636710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7992836622047636710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-watching-american-inventor.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8924309904129618178</id><published>2007-12-05T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:56:38.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sick.. huhu. RAIN RAIN GO AWAY. my jeans tore right above the knees.. like.. -.- then i was walking around town with mel with the torn jeans. no it tore while i was jamming.. dont ask about jamming. super dead tired.. anyway, i lost my giodarno jackets.. both of them so i was searching for a new one but.. DONT HAVE! went simei giodarno, then bugis, then TAKA.. mak.. BORING! ok tats it.. im very tired.. i wana sleep. haiz.. WAD A BORING DAY.. y? coz it rained.. when it rains, u shld cuddle under the blackets and slp.. SHIOK.. but nooooo, i had to go out and jam. pfffft.. ridiculous.. BORED.. my legs hurt. and my new drumstix are like.. dot dot dot.. u cant see the wood inside eventhough i hit the cymbols like a mad dog.. =D fuck it.. its nice... must get used 2 it.. now.. go watch movie ah online. BORING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8924309904129618178?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8924309904129618178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8924309904129618178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8924309904129618178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8924309904129618178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6828447659381552894</id><published>2007-12-04T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:04:26.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh i havent blog. OKAY THIS IS A WARNING PEOPLE! DO NOT GO TO SERI HIDAYANI AND LEE TENG'S BLOG AND CLICK THE 'PORN' LINK. YOU WILL PUKE AND ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING. I REPEAT, DO NOT CLICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwww.. i feel like vomitting. OKAY CHANGE SUBJECT! got new stix.. my old ones going to retire soon. sadd.. i love my new ones eventhough it looks gay with shinny2 material but i swear i will be the greatest drummer amongst the teens.. MACAM PAHAM! heh.. okay fine, just a good drummer k? now i can double padd already.. so best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH ATAN NAK PEGI MALAYSIA SEY FRIDAY NI.. =( DA AH, TANAK BERBUAL NGAN DIER LAGI AH.. eh, get me smthing from there can? anything but fish.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, STOP SENDING ME EMAILS THAT ARE VISUALLY DISTURBING PLS! 1st, i got the Fatimah Rocker pic from seth. then afiz send me this behaded baby boy with the intestines out.. idiot.. I NOE U ALL ROCKER SETAN AH BUT PLS.. i will cry.. =D then just now, fahmy showed me a pic which his gf's brother took. there was smthing white in the background. this was taken at the field opp the Gufran mosque.. the one across the road.. taken arnd 7am like tat.. then the background like got 'Gule-Gule Hacks' if u noe wad i mean.. weird.. but more like mak cik in tudong la.. =D ok i wana slp. 2morw jam.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6828447659381552894?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6828447659381552894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6828447659381552894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6828447659381552894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6828447659381552894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/eh-i-havent-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-2621813811354233237</id><published>2007-12-02T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:17:02.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got an email from seth. sent shivers down my spine. BULU NAIK SIAK! here's wad the email said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ehhhhh..seramnyer..received tis email from my fren.. i took this picture myself while on the way home with my cousin, spottedsomething flew from a nearby school across the road and landed on a treewhen we stop at the traffic junction...told my cousin to ride slowly as we make a right turn n i snap a pic withmy O2 Atom...if u're curious where exactly i took this pic...well...it'sat Blk 846 Tampines St 82...yes..just a fewblocks away from my place...n the time..it's just 11+...strangely theplayground is where teens like to hangout in large group but that nite isa 'Silent Nite' so to speak....when dis pic wastaken u're wondering...it's wednesday nite...yes on d 21st...just a fewdays ago...make ur own asumption...i saw wat i saw n my cam dun lie it's no trickphotography...it's 100% genuine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dono if i shld post the pic here but.. I TINK I SHLDNT. its freaky. later ppl like sarah scared. want to see the photo, come and find me. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-2621813811354233237?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2621813811354233237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=2621813811354233237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2621813811354233237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2621813811354233237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-email-from-seth.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7349951459289121176</id><published>2007-12-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:15:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do boys fall in love with girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girl's always smell good even if itis just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their head always finds theright spot onour shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into ourarms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 . The way they kiss you and all ofsudden everythingin the world is right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way it takes them hours to getdressed but inthe end it's all worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Because they are always warm evenif it's -30outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They look good no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for complimentseven though youboth know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always findsyours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 . The way they smile (I CANNOT STRESS THIS ANYMORE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel after you see her name on yourcell after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way they say "lets not fightanymore"- eventhough you know that an hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss you after a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . The way they kiss you after you say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually..The way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. They way they apologize aftercrying oversomething that silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt *i think every girl is guilty of this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. The way they say "i miss you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. The way you miss them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change theworld so it doesn't hurt her anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7349951459289121176?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7349951459289121176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7349951459289121176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7349951459289121176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7349951459289121176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-do-boys-fall-in-love-with-girls-1.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5320632032748279810</id><published>2007-12-01T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:18:52.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh damn bored. I HAVE NO GAMES TO PLAY! and im so sleepy. slpt at 4. woke up at 1. but still slpy as shit. boring. OKAY. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui yin is irritating. coz i spammed her frenster pg. and shes doing it to me too. AHAHAHAAHA. i had a stroke of genius. this is what i came up in 15 minutes while rolling on the bed in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday’s Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A day is passing by&lt;br /&gt;With every inch of you and I&lt;br /&gt;We tell a lie&lt;br /&gt;And end up letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re moving slowly now&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;Be the one&lt;br /&gt;To slip and fall alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yesterday was lost&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s just another day&lt;br /&gt;If only you could mend me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re standing on our own&lt;br /&gt;We’re left with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time we’ll go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It seems too long&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;I wished you didn’t take&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stay strong (I’ll stay strong!)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a way&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yesterday was lost&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s just another day&lt;br /&gt;If only you could mend me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re standing on our own&lt;br /&gt;We’re left with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time we’ll go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take you out!&lt;br /&gt;You can’t bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got nothing left to hide!&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take back what’s mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yesterday was lost&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s just another day&lt;br /&gt;If only you could mend me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re standing on our own&lt;br /&gt;We’re left with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time we’ll go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was lost (And I’ll take you out!)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s just another day (You can’t bring me down!)&lt;br /&gt;If only you could mend me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re standing on our own (You’ve got nothing left to hide!)&lt;br /&gt;We’re left with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time we’ll go our separate ways (And I’ll take back what’s mine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5320632032748279810?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5320632032748279810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5320632032748279810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5320632032748279810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5320632032748279810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/argh-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7955311219314721062</id><published>2007-11-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:48:45.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out with mel to bugis to accompany hui yin to have her navel pierced. then after that, had coffee at coffee bean.. BLA BLA BLA.. im tired. can i go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES I AM BACK FROM JB. MISS ME?! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7955311219314721062?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7955311219314721062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7955311219314721062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7955311219314721062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7955311219314721062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-with-mel-to-bugis-to-accompany-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6173880698668709754</id><published>2007-11-27T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:44:44.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;today, i feel as hopeless as i could ever feel. like my life has slowly given up on me. like how ive finally given up on you. only actions tell you my love is true. yet deep inside im breaking apart. i know you really dont give a fuck. i really hope you find your happiness in someone else. or maybe its fun putting someone through hell. wish i may, wish i might. have this FUCKING wish burn out bright. i might be stupid, i might be dumb. i might be foolish, but yet im numb. numb from my head to toe. and my girl friend said,"Told you so." i could bring more happiness to your life. but what use is it if we're gonna fight. time and time again, you brighten up my day. and in another instant, you bring me down again. you're cute, you're fine. but it isnt fun being nice all the time. i really wish you wouldnt be so oblivious to this. fact is, being with you is my only wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6173880698668709754?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6173880698668709754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6173880698668709754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6173880698668709754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6173880698668709754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-i-feel-as-hopeless-as-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3964008536925920768</id><published>2007-11-26T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:14:19.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yessah. 2nd song completed. and im having a dejavu while tying this. huhu. jammed with fahmy n tat geek alfi. NO COMMENTS. im having fun banging the drums, rolling on the toms, hitting the snare hard. *YEAH!* and im worn out. alfi bought a red bass. lol tried it out during jam. the sound was ok. good. but the bass deserves someone better. =) LIKE ME! ahahaha.. he slow la learn song. dont blame him. he's still in secondary school while the rest of the band is like in tertiary institutions. LAUGH OUT LOUD PEOPLE! grins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaii the boncet must start running. run bitch, run. run like the dog, fly with the wind! yeah wind from your ass may be.. wanting asked us to go nite cycling on wednesday night.. I WANA GO! I WANA GO! but mum and dad have a diabolical plan to ruin my WORLD! THEY ARE EVIL!!! EVIL ALIENS THAT HAVE COME TO TAKE OVER KHAI'S PLANET! ok fuck it. i shall keep my patient and tell him nicely that i dont wana fucking stay over JB house for 2 whole fucking days. OMG. I DONT WANA DIE OR BOREDOM! cb.. the shittiest plce id ever wana be. id rather go india or smting.. at least theres new tings to do or find. hehe.. HEHE  YOUR MOTHER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sarah atan doesnt miss.. FINE! wadever.. eh, no wait.. DOES SHE?! =D OI SARAH! i mean, hey sarah, wana go run around bedok stadium like idiots, erm, i mean, heh, atheletes? NOT! go ajak nai and ask her run oso.. no wait..we shld ask her out and eat.. SHE SO KUDUT LIKE OMFG.. eh, wait.. YOU OSO! ahahaha.. *looks into the mirror* ARGH! ME TOO!!! FUCK! lets go pizza hut or... SWENSENS! HEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3964008536925920768?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3964008536925920768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3964008536925920768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3964008536925920768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3964008536925920768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/yessah.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6221453866022919771</id><published>2007-11-24T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:40:37.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's make this a LOOOOONG entry since im slacking on a sunday afternoon. currently unentertained aka BORED TO DEATH. listening to alter bridge. *orgasms* what more can i ask from a fucking rock band? GREAT DRUMS, GREAT GUITAR RIFFS, and most importantly, FUCKING GREAT VOCALS.. wahahahaha.. their new album is out. and i already DL them in school on thursday. and it took me.. 5 mins for an album. FUCKING FAST SIOT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, friday had jamming session. so fahmy improvised the guitar by adding in more riffs. so i had trouble coordinating it with him. but it was okay until he started to add in more into the song which made it really messy and sucky. too much is not good. tsk tsk tsk. so anyways, ive added in more rollings and double paddlings to make it more interesting. monday another session to perfect everything. then 2 songs will completed then. the 1st song is complete. i dont care. double paddling in a punk rock song. AWESOME.. thanks to amber pacific for giving me the inspiration. HUAHUAHUA. 2nd song has fftl kicking into my head. teehee.. anyways, i had blisters on my fingers and my shin is bruised coz the thing that hits the bass keeps knocking into me when i was peddaling. ouch. hoho.. anyways, session could have been better. ouh, and i bumped into harry and candice at beat merchant. they were using the room before i did. coolness. HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my uncle and my aunt flew for haji. damn.. now my 2 cousins have the whole house to themselves.. idiot. i wana stay over just coz its at punggol and i can explore and have fun. im having holidays man.. grrrr.. n im not wrking. dont intend to. =) school is fun. smtimes. hoho. okay so much for a long entry. i dont care. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARSENAL 2 WIGAN 0. MAN U 0 BOLTON 1. GRINS. =))) and mel, that catholic 'rebel' from my class started msging me coz she was bored at the Balcony. aha. idiot.. next day must wake up for church oso at 2am still in town drinking, i think. HOHO.. oh well, she is freaking fun to disturb. HAHAHA. *its better having a lesbian friend than a gay one. period*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyways, yesterday i was watching this programme on mtv. its called 40 of the greatest metal songs. AHAHAHAHA. omg.. im actually seeing ol' school rockers siot. HAHAHAHAHA. it was hilarious, not coz of their dressing or songs or whatever. it was hilarious coz a few wks ago, we were debating on Emo and rock here on my blog. like.. HAHAHAHAHA.. coincidental. no, nthing against ol' school rock. if it werent for the likes of Metallica, Iron Maiden, Motorhead, Skidrow, Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath and other rock bands, there wouldnt be fucking rock, metal, hardcore and whatever subgenres of rock. teehee.. oh, i forgot guns n roses. lol. how could i?? tsk! they were 2nd on the list with the song welcome to the jungle with metallica's fucking master of puppets coming behind them on 3rd. the 1st was.. some REALLY OLD BAND FROM THE LATE 1970s. i tink it was black sabbath. yeah. i remember ozzy singing with his not-so-scary look. ahah. cheers mates! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6221453866022919771?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6221453866022919771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6221453866022919771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6221453866022919771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6221453866022919771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-make-this-looooong-entry-since-im.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7951610266936075798</id><published>2007-11-22T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:33:20.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM SO FUCKING HAPPY! FINISHED MY WORK LIKE.. FINALLY. MY BURDEN IS LIFTED. HOLIDAYS, HERE I FUCKING COME!!! hah, i dont know what to do actually. im still in school and its 925pm. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay plans for the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. READ THE QURAN. havent finish. =D YEAH I SUCK..&lt;br /&gt;2.draw, draw, draw. design furniture&lt;br /&gt;3.go out, loose myself. =D ENJOY LIFE..&lt;br /&gt;4.go on a photography trip around singapore. =D&lt;br /&gt;5.visit places with architectural values.&lt;br /&gt;6.Night Swimming with the whole course. going to bars in clark quay, CHJIMES to look at the designs.&lt;br /&gt;7.start planning for Project 1 and 3D art.. omfg.. 2 fucked up modules in 1 block.. HOLY SHIT! I NEED HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8.read up on interior designs from all over the world, from Japan to America&lt;br /&gt;9.exercise. i need to work out again. i have butterfly wings already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;10.*ehem* date *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay, jamming tomorrow. and im gona fucking miss my outing with my classmates tomorrow. they going for dinner n seesha.. OMFG.. coolness. sadded.. HAIZ. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO DESIGN KIDS.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s IM GONNA FUCKING MISS YOU EVERYDAY AND NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7951610266936075798?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7951610266936075798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7951610266936075798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7951610266936075798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7951610266936075798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-fucking-happy-finished-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5767228282944851185</id><published>2007-11-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:23:18.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSAH! FUCKING DONE WITH WORK.. huhu.. okay best.. nak tido.. wuhuhu.. and fuck the Gay Fag Emokids.. pffft.. i swear i dont kiss guys. i noe of 1 asshole who does.. and he STEPS EMO.. jubo confirm da longgar.. huahuahua.. CCB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5767228282944851185?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5767228282944851185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5767228282944851185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5767228282944851185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5767228282944851185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/yessah-fucking-done-with-work.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8463053463255955328</id><published>2007-11-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:16:02.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY FUCK THIS.. IM GONNA BURY MYSELF IF I FUCKING HAVE TO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, emo comes from rock okay goddammit.. its a fucking breakdown of rock genres.. you get rock, then fucking punk, then fucking hardcore, then fucking emo fuck.. and i dont know how the fuck homosexuality got into the way into emo.. FUCK IM SO FUCKING PISSED.. hell emo came from all the way in 1980s.. fuck.. EMO = EMOTIONAL HARDCORE.. let me fucking repeat myself.. FUCKING HARDCORE DAMMIT! god fuck the homofucks.. TELL ME HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT MOSH TO HARDCORE? TELL ME FUCK.. omg this is such a fucking stupid debate.. seriously if it wasnt for the fucking FAGGOTS who relate themselves to EMO, then i wldnt be so FUCKED rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. "ITS NOT WORTH BEING PISSED AT THINGS LIKE THIS. LET THEM THINK WHAT THEY WANT TO THINK. YOU SHOULD BE JUDGED BY YOUR PERSONALITY, NOT FOR THE CLOTHES YOU WEAR OR THE COLOUR OF YOU HAIR." it doesnt matter to me anymore. fuck it. i have better things to worry about than this okay.. fuck it. id rather worry about her than me.. this is not worth the pain in my heart.. she is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8463053463255955328?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8463053463255955328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8463053463255955328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8463053463255955328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8463053463255955328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-fuck-this.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-99449186751851150</id><published>2007-11-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:45:21.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.. pissed, betrayal.. sadness.. ok SERI HIDAYANI, those FAGS 'emokids' kissing.. all wrong. they are FUCKING GAY.. thats not FUCKING EMO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is REAL EMO info, not the ones on your blog.. no im not pissed at you. just pissed at those fags.. GET ME RIGHT, IM FIGHTING FOR THE REAL TRUTH HERE! i dont wana be misunderstood or called a fag just coz im EMO.. like what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is a short term for Emotional Hardcore. Its a subgenre of hardcore punk. Theres alot of music influence to it. Goth, Punk, Punk Rock and Hardcore music were all mixed together to create EMO.. okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emokids are not GAY! omfg.. they are shit/gay/fag/poser kids. PERIOD! fuck, tats not emo la siol. eeeeeeeeeeee geli! man the internet has alot of CONS.. -.- emokids mosh, mosh, and MOSH. emokids are fucking hardcore and violent. shit. -.- MOSH MOSH MOSH. emokids are rockers! dope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-99449186751851150?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/99449186751851150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=99449186751851150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/99449186751851150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/99449186751851150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3646729681007409281</id><published>2007-11-15T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:37:42.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently very tired. im turning in early. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i still think about you day and night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me, please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3646729681007409281?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3646729681007409281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3646729681007409281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3646729681007409281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3646729681007409281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/currently-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-2055623072464476050</id><published>2007-11-13T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:41:00.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i dont know why but im thinking about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've been missing for quite sometime and i dont know how long this would end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wont be seeing you tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or any other day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you said yesterday was today, and today is tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then tomorrow becomes another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where i dont even breathe your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i get sucked in deeper into nightmares about you as the clock ticks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where have you been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been missing you already..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you even care at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i get frustrated when you dont show up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you keep appearing on my mind when it shouldnt have been you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i keep caring about you more than her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMMIT TELL ME WHY?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-2055623072464476050?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2055623072464476050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=2055623072464476050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2055623072464476050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2055623072464476050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-why-but-im-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7399718445216778064</id><published>2007-11-12T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:23:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok still sick. i tink im my throat is getting worse.  ahhh.. finally got meself a pack of ciggies. huahuahua. i have work to be done but i dont give a shit. i gt a C for drawing essential exercise which is pretty bad. hur hur. sadded. im helping out at TP Rawks. wow.. hah, oni for SEAL points. ouh n theres jam and hop.. hmmmm who can i go with? tsk... who wans 2 go wif me? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7399718445216778064?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7399718445216778064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7399718445216778064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7399718445216778064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7399718445216778064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-still-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3200108685157006737</id><published>2007-11-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:28:01.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick. i have flu. hur hur.. now ive finally found the time to blog. wow. busy man. lol. nailah is a butthole. she doesnt have internet connection at her new house so she hasnt been online. sarah oso. pffft. SHOOT YOU ALL THEN YOU NOE.. dotz.. tired ah. nitex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKERS DOPERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3200108685157006737?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3200108685157006737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3200108685157006737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3200108685157006737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3200108685157006737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5400996727128764903</id><published>2007-11-05T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:44:31.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll always rememberIt was late afternoonIt lasted foreverAnd ended so soonYou were all by yourselfStaring up at a dark gray skyI was changedChorusIn places no one will findAll your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)It was then that I realizedThat forever was in your eyesThe moment I saw you cryIt was late in SeptemberAnd I'd seen you beforeYou were always the cold oneBut I was never that sureYou were all by yourselfStaring up at a dark gray skyI was changedChorusI wanted to hold youI wanted to make it go awayI wanted to know youI wanted to make your everything, alrightI'll always remember...It was late afternoonin places no one will findChorus 2xs OutThe moment I saw you cryI wanted to know you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5400996727128764903?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5400996727128764903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5400996727128764903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5400996727128764903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5400996727128764903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-always-rememberit-was-late.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-9105815539142818593</id><published>2007-10-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:35:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today another day of cs. i need it on my lappy. =) teehee.. actually, nothing much going on. i have nothing to blog about. laters people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im disappointed in you. he doesnt care but people like me, do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-9105815539142818593?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9105815539142818593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=9105815539142818593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9105815539142818593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9105815539142818593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-another-day-of-cs.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-9200225924922415858</id><published>2007-10-29T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:55:19.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my first entry with my new lappy. school was okay. i just hate waking up at 730, then rolling on the bed for 5 mins before getting into the shower. im still tired and i only had 5 hrs of sleep. im loving my new subjects cause im drawing and drawing and drawing. coolness.. MWAH. drawing essential with aida is not so bad. she's so cool la. she doesnt scold and shes fun too. =D architectural rendering is erm.. no comments. the lecturer who is 35, looks 20 something and she aint a MILF.. hah. and she chose me to be the class head. wtf? just cause i was making more noise than the rest. pffft. 1st day and i already have to do power pt presentation. how GREAT-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal drew at anfield.. pffft. liverpool lucky bunch of tweets.. i knew the moment liverpool had that free kick and the way almunia was positioning, they were gona score. and i was right. my heart broke.. pffft.. thank god for cesc fabregas's goal. i love that wonderkid. my hero.. NYAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish she'd break up with him and find some peace and happiness somewhere else.. just not with him.. he's such a puss.. he's even worse than me.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ignored you today. i dont think i'll ever get you. and i dont think you'll get over him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-9200225924922415858?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9200225924922415858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=9200225924922415858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9200225924922415858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9200225924922415858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-first-entry-with-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4788988045262790928</id><published>2007-10-28T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:19:36.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wana lie on a open field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching the stars all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could i have this one wish before i say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i was right.. i aint getting a lappy. look at the time.. its 615. i skipped kez's bbq pit.. pffft. i feel so bad. im not in the mood la.. ARGH! DEPRESSION, IM GOING CRAZY.. omg.. my head is spinning.. my world is crashing.. omg.. IM DYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you stop smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're making me smile too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think about others will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're so selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you im nuts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4788988045262790928?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4788988045262790928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4788988045262790928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4788988045262790928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4788988045262790928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wana-lie-on-open-field-watching-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4329263756315837429</id><published>2007-10-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:14:27.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RyN_anaCcII/AAAAAAAAANs/S0wU51DqwBk/s1600-h/Honda+CBR600RR+07++6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RyN4IHaCcBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9P1EL7V6dhw/s320/Kawasaki+KRR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126072881700302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RyN2qHaCcAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PNefb9TnA14/s1600-h/Yamaha+R1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RyN2qHaCcAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PNefb9TnA14/s320/Yamaha+R1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126071266792599554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4329263756315837429?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4329263756315837429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4329263756315837429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4329263756315837429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4329263756315837429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RyN_anaCcII/AAAAAAAAANs/S0wU51DqwBk/s72-c/Honda+CBR600RR+07++6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6262740163022296134</id><published>2007-10-27T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T08:48:28.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im dying. i dont have appetite to eat these past few days. may be im thinking too much. may be its becase of you. may be this is a sign im really dying. pffft. please God, even if you take my soul, please take care of them, and especially her. thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6262740163022296134?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6262740163022296134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6262740163022296134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6262740163022296134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6262740163022296134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-im-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1744842268372374901</id><published>2007-10-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:50:10.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to die. cheh no la. boring siot. mls ah nk blog.. nxt week start skola 9-6. best pe? abeh 12-3 break.. buat ape sials?! theres only 1 word to describe it. "FUCK" =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1744842268372374901?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1744842268372374901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1744842268372374901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1744842268372374901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1744842268372374901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7441868157521762229</id><published>2007-10-23T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:38:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4jBvI-SJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OrhaEuXDPj0/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4jBvI-SJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OrhaEuXDPj0/s320/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571938735147154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats me on the left oh so cute while the one on the right is anna oh so ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4izfI-SII/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZUMUTNWW1kk/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4izfI-SII/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZUMUTNWW1kk/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571693922011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before this was taken, mum went,"What's that your lips? Is it a pimple?" and i went "Yes!" and my cousin laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4ilfI-SHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/izR7NUAwur0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4ilfI-SHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/izR7NUAwur0/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571453403842674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes i wear specs. thank you for reminding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4iXvI-SGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FWpU9sma9D4/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4iXvI-SGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FWpU9sma9D4/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571217180641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my dad's car and this is a geek. you're welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i felt like posting pix to cheer meself up. thx anna. thx sarah. appreciate it very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7441868157521762229?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7441868157521762229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7441868157521762229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7441868157521762229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7441868157521762229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-me-on-left-oh-so-cute-while-one.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rx4jBvI-SJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OrhaEuXDPj0/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-21540013268877853</id><published>2007-10-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:57:41.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may be im wrong, may be im right. but whatever it is, it still breaks my heart to see you running around openly with guys. i feel, average or may be below. and you are royalty, or so. its hard to get my mind off you. i should stop trying. i should just give up. but by doing so, i know, will be the biggest regret of my life. but you dont know this but i care. may be too much. but you cant blame me. you made me smile girl. and there's no turning back from yesterday. its you, or nothing. im ending this. im doing it. im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-21540013268877853?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/21540013268877853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=21540013268877853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/21540013268877853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/21540013268877853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/may-be-im-wrong-may-be-im-right.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6651923675772451105</id><published>2007-10-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:43:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im freaking tired. i wasnt online for 2 days.. i mean nights.. =D saturday, busy watching football (YES, ARSENAL WON AGAIN!) and rugby (AHAHAHA.. SOUTH AFRICA WON THE FOOTBALL COUNTRY BY KICKING TOO!) and yesterday was out the whole day with birthday surprise and video shoot. super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda fuckd up abit coz the rugby final was pretty boring se. like, theres no tries(equilevent to a goal in football) at all.. damn suck.. the closest one was england bt it wasnt counted coz the player was out of the playing area when he made the try.. BEST. i don like england.. aha.. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, went raffles macs to have 'songwriting' session but ended up talking, gossiping, bitching.. ok fine, no bitching.. bt fahmy had a pleasent surprise. =D happy belated 1 mnth bdae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had video shoot at nad's hse. FUCKING NICE SIA THE HSE.. WOOOOO.. i cldnt even find the toilet coz there were 3 doors side by side and the toilet door aint ur ordinary toilet door. AHAA.. its like a maze sia the hse.. nice scenery too.. damn.. n i gt 5 bux for duit raye.. whee.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6651923675772451105?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6651923675772451105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6651923675772451105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6651923675772451105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6651923675772451105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7965032161807847832</id><published>2007-10-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:11:36.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG. my parents didnt come home last night. how dumb khai.. ceh no la.. it was cool. i was alone.. wow.. its so fun 2 b home alone. bros went out the whole night.. dotz. so im here, on the comp for over 7hrs online, watching movie.. whee.. =D damn sad ah.. online oso no1 2 tok 2.. PFFFT.. nai i dono where the fuck she went.. sarah.. AHAHAHAHA.. sakit. kesian.. da ah. those 2 are like the oni ppl i always tok 2 online.. wad a fucking sad life. and im alone now, i want to eat. i gt no fren 2 go out 2 eat with. wth? loner se. at least peanut got his cousin se. me? i don even have members lpk in simei. aha.. i tink ppl all goin jln raye 2day. my 2n bro woke me up to ask me 2 wash the tings in the sink.. WOW, BEST SE.. then i realise its 12 30 already. mak oi.. woke up and watched tv. i tink i wana order macs la.. AHA.. pathetic sia khai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its back to writing lyrics and playing the accoustic.. i swear im not a good player.. =D but fuck it. i can fuck the drums.. nyaha.. wheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i shall post my 2nd semester timetable then.. woooo.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block 7 - Drawing Essential 9-12, Architectural Rendering 3-6&lt;br /&gt;Block 8 - Holiday 5 weeks beb! HAH! IN UR FACE OTHER SCHOOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Block 9 - Project 1 9-12, 3D art fundamentals 3-6 (BEST NYER.. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Block 10 - Project 1 9-12 (Thank God only got P1)&lt;br /&gt;Block 11 - Colour and Light 9-12, Architectural Design Theory 3-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, PUSSIES AND DICKS, IM A BUSY MAN STARTING FROM.. 2 week from now.. =) YEAY! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7965032161807847832?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7965032161807847832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7965032161807847832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7965032161807847832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7965032161807847832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1173789223026586433</id><published>2007-10-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:06:20.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to sch with peanut all the way from boon lay.. wow.. an hr back to the east.. what fun.. thank god for my 1GB memory stick.. eventhough the songs kinda repeats itself after god knows how many months.. i still love music blasting in my ears and people staring at you coz ur a freak shit with that headphone.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im done with my autocad. jus need to show my wrk on monday, and hopefully, aida accepts it. amin. then can slack, OR MAYBE NOT. promised nai i'd help her out with her 3d art.. haha.. 4 hands and 2 brains it better than a set of hands and 1 stupid brain. =D.. of course, im the stupid 1 la.. nai's from cedar for god's sake.. =D my parents still not home. i hope mum stays there tonight too.. tats wad she said. =D or hopefully they don come back 2nite too.. =D and my ezlink card no money.. whee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im really in the mood for love.. i shall post some nice song lyrics here.. yeay.. dont bother reading them if ur gona call me emo.. dotz.. so irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellogoodbye - Here In Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like where we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When we drive, in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like where we are.... Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause our lips, can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And our cheeks, can brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our lips can touch here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well you are the one, the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whisper's "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like where you sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When you sleep, next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I like where you sleep... here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our lips, can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And our cheeks, can brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our lips can touch here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well you are the one, the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whisper's "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our lips, can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our lips, can touch...here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whisper's "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now there's no place else I could be but here in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whisper's hello I miss you, I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Here in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Here in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Seasons are changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And waves are crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And stars are falling all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I can show you I'll be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Please don't throw that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Cuz I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Please don't walk away and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Please tell me you'll stay woah, stay woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Use me as you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; And I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Matchbook Romance - Promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What would you say if I asked you not to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Would you take my hand and never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Promise me you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now the stars aren't out tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But neither are we to look up at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why does hello feel like goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These memories can't replace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These wishes I wished and dreams I chased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take this broken heart and make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought you should know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought I'd be the one to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please don't, well please don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought you should know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy (easy, easy, easy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take my hand and never let me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take my hand and never let me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Promise me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make this last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought you should know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not making this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll fall asleep tonight, 'cause that brings me closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paramore - Brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; So this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Well I, I would have never known&lt;br /&gt;And if it ends today&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's yours and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not your fault&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm without you&lt;br /&gt;Then I will feel so small&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Well always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's yours and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run away now,&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back around?&lt;br /&gt;And if you ran away,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Watching you shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's yours and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wave goodbye (You shine bright)&lt;br /&gt;Watching you shine bright (You shine bright)&lt;br /&gt;I'll wave goodbye tonight (You shine bright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;i like paramore's brighter.. very sweet.. =) AHA.. ni la gare2 bdk bujang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1173789223026586433?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1173789223026586433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1173789223026586433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1173789223026586433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1173789223026586433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-to-sch-with-peanut-all-way-from.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3047757325203198050</id><published>2007-10-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:07:49.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess wad guess wad? im at peanut's hse. tat xplains y im not online.. aha.. dotz.. have fun peeps.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sarah, keep well soon yeah? stop eating chocolates.. make u sicker.. kesian dier.. nyaha.. and i shld stop smoking b4 my voice gets lower and lower like clements.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3047757325203198050?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3047757325203198050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3047757325203198050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3047757325203198050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3047757325203198050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess-wad-guess-wad-im-at-peanuts-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-86435190288027965</id><published>2007-10-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:23:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im done with my work.. but yet im not done with it. i dont tink u noe waad i mean.. sadded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet sarahrahrah at library after class/assignment time. she was 'searching' for marketing bks wif carrisa.. yeah.. aha, tried 2 scare her by popping in btween the books bt the shelve was all filled up.. sadded. yeah.. then go mkn at PRATA PARADISE coz i was craving for prata.. bt when i gt there, didnt wan 2 eat prata.. always lyk tat.. bt ended up ordering paper prata coz i promised my stomach i will eat prata and not puri.. =D then waited soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong.. sadded.. then the prata came in extra large size.. i wonder why.. -.- then went to the bustop and talk/bitch/gossip. best.. then all of a sudden it started to rain randomly.. like how my goldfish died.. dotz.. then took 69 to bedok interchange and went home.. and sarah, i didnt take 9.. i took the train coz i wantd 2 pee.. then jus tot of goin 2 the mrt toilet.. skali tngh cuci.. alamak pey sway.. then took the mrt home.. yeah. wait ah.. my entry boring.. =D then while waiting for the train, plugged in my headphone oni to find out the left side of the headphone ROSAK.. alamak pey binggit.. sway se.. sadded.. ah, tkpe ah.. 2morw i wear red and black coz i emo.. and someone was wearing it too just now and she was feeling emo.. wad a coincidence 2 wear red n black when ur sad.. =D so stylomilo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the cad lab, peanut went to my blog and saw the link to 'prison break 3'. he clicked it and i laughed my ass off.. then nick showed me another link related to a monkey, only this time, its real.. check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazymonkey.com"&gt;www.crazymonkey.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughing gas* and nailah so kuku today.. went 2 sch at 3, only to find out theres no sch at all.. WAD A GENIUS.. the next einstein ladies n gentlemen.. =D yeah anyway at the cad lab, i was listening to, wait.. i was BLASTING click five's empty while doing my wrk and my lecturer came up from behind and unplugged the headphone from the cpu. nk maki se until i saw the face.. *EH CHEE..KEN..* then she lectured me on hw loud i was listening.. =D aida rocks man.. theres tis time where tis girl frm yr 2 or smting doing her wrk in the lab while we're having class, then aida wantd 2 show us smting, then she took over all the comp screen to show us wad she wantd 2 show.. then the girl bingit, she askd aida to un-take over her screen bt aida said no cannot, she teaching.. then the girl fucker, walkd out of the lab n slammed the door when aida askd her if she finishd her wrk already.. then i scold,"Fcuker.. so rude.. mother nv teach.." then aida look at me and nv said aniting.. i tink i saw her grin when she turnd back.. aha.. aida rocks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1276359822142621507</id><published>2007-10-17T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:15:48.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this song.. like i love you, yes, you reading this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Click Five - Empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to take a picture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been getting better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've even wondered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should be getting under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These sheets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the timing Is beating our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh ohOh ohOoooohOh ohOh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the timing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1276359822142621507?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1276359822142621507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1276359822142621507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1276359822142621507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1276359822142621507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5645840216217564994</id><published>2007-10-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:32:39.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sarah taught me a good trick. click this link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kalaukaupicitnikaumemangbodoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.kalaukaupicitnikaumemangbodoh.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good link. u shld go.. a lot of jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifyoureamonkeyclickhere.tv.com"&gt;www.ifyoureamonkeyclickhere.tv.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links to prison break 3.. shiok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5645840216217564994?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5645840216217564994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5645840216217564994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5645840216217564994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5645840216217564994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/sarah-taught-me-good-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8437509390484517048</id><published>2007-10-16T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:19:54.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD TIMES LAST FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dotz.. im at the cad lab. im done with my work. wootz.. slpy like shit. waiting for the rest to finisht their wrk. so me and peanut are the only 1s done with our assignment.. yeay. happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on youtube now listening to amber pacific and i came across this girl who's playing "The Right To Write Me Off" accoustic while singing.. beautiful.. i mean she makes the song beautiful, not her.. dotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tgJ6GDHPJZM"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=tgJ6GDHPJZM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Pacific - The Right To Write Me Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;With every word we're growing distant&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's growing old to see us torn by every choice that I have made&lt;br /&gt;In every instant you were right to write me off and move ahead&lt;br /&gt;And I think I let you down, I throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to break it up or make you feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting colder through these walls that seem to thin to break us now&lt;br /&gt;A perfect ending still in line though it seems our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;And just a call from you would make this go away&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this day would come, I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;With every word you're growing distant&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you go (Let you go...)&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this time together&lt;br /&gt;Seem as though we never started&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to be the only one to know (To know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through open eyes I sense a feeling painted black that lines your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's bleeding through just like the colors that I've seen right from the start&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the choice to do this all again&lt;br /&gt;Would you be inclined to notice it or would you just pretend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;With every word you're growing distant&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you go (Let you go...)&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this time together&lt;br /&gt;Seem as though we never started&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to be the only one to know (To know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we used to be...(How we used to be...)&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we used to be...(How we used to be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;With every word you're growing distant&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you go...&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this time together&lt;br /&gt;Seem as though we never started&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to be the only one to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;With every word you're growing distant&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I have to let you go (Let you go...)&lt;br /&gt;Can we make this time together&lt;br /&gt;Seem as though we never started&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to be the only one to know (To know...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8437509390484517048?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8437509390484517048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8437509390484517048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8437509390484517048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8437509390484517048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-times-last-forever-dotz.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7928928727419354959</id><published>2007-10-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:48:54.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aha.. sarah is lame. HEY, TAT PART BEING ME WITH THE 1 EYE AND THE GHOST MISTAKENING ME AS A GHOST IS FUNNY OKAY! dotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy with major assignment.. im.. 20-40 percent done? =D and peanut is done like.. over a few hrs. damn him. dang, i need a lappy. dad wont buy it. u noe y? coz i chat alot. dotz.. how kuku is tat? da la promise 2 buy me 1 when i did well for O's.. pffft. lain kali kalo nk promise, biar promise. jgn putuskn dok! haiz.. whatever la. im a fucking teen man. ive got a life. nk chat pon salah. alamak, bingit ah.. fuck. nvm.. im feeling rich.. =D i dono what to do with my raye money. i wana buy my 60GB mp4.. bt.. kinda tinking again.. which is more worth it? the mp4, or the girl? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and girl, fuck tat mas, mus, mis girl la.. forgive her for behaving lyk tat.. ppl cant control their anger.. you have to understand girl.. aha.. nxt time, dont take those kind of pix wif him la.. dont get urself in ppl's mouth for no reason.. if gd nvm la, bt if they say bad and untrue things then smting must b wrong rite? smile. dont let ppl's wrds bring u down. u noe ur true self.. i noe alot of ppl do.. and i know tat ur not tat kind of person.. OKAY?! okok.. wheee.. wana slp.. im goin 2 sch early.. nite ppl.. love YA'll.. MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hari raye was fine.. thx for asking! mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7928928727419354959?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7928928727419354959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7928928727419354959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7928928727419354959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7928928727419354959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-306990483162473093</id><published>2007-10-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T07:08:42.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, i would like to wish all my muslim friends SELAMAT HARI RAYA! yeay. those who fasted the whole month, congrats. those who didnt, like me, AHA, TRY HARDER NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crying when azan just now. i dono why. no no, i don tink its bcause im gona miss fasting. i felt sad like, for those people who lost someone close or someone they love. now they cant celebrate it with them anymore. a friend of mine was pretty much, not herself last night. her friend went 'missing' because his friend passed away due to a motorcyle accident. so, i feel ya pain.. =/ and i u didnt cry alone trust me. i cried before i went to sleep. i could just imagine myself carrying my friend's body into the grave.. i really dont think i could survive. tats y i said,"SAYANG KORANG" in my msg.. i really mean it. i dont wana lose a friend like you.. sumpah.. ya, abit emo cannot ah? ni namer nyer sayang and concern okay! sayang tk semestinye bf gf.. heh. serious, aku sayang korang. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha, i swear im not gay nor a fag. stop calling me that la seriously. tk klakar lagi. okay i tink im staying up late. fuck my parents if they ask me to slp already. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this next song is called,"You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another day is passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im thinking about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mind is still thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the way you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the way you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the way you  look me in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the way you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby can i hold your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promise i won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd do anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd give anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember the summer we once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were only 16 when we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our days were long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but still we pulled it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the way you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love the way you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love the way you  look me in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love the way you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baby can i hold your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i promise i won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd do anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'd give anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now my heart is your's to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know this time, i'll be on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll be together till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-306990483162473093?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/306990483162473093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=306990483162473093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/306990483162473093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/306990483162473093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-wish-all.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8487500348156490305</id><published>2007-10-11T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:33:33.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz. can i talk to you? pls? just wana tell you how much i care. tonight was beautiful. i wish it had never ended. let's do it again, this time, just you and me, pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wan to lie on an open field and just stare at the stars. this is pretty random. i just had to blog it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at the stars, the stars they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;and all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;and they were all yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i never knew how beautiful life could be. i seriously wana write a new chapter in my life. i wana erase my past, record my present, and hold my future in my hands. everything seems perfect whenever you're around. i love your smile. they're the cutest thing on earth. i swear fiona xie and other hot stuff could never beat you to bring a smile on my face. please smile. i promise i'll smile back at you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god look at the time, its 230.. argh. i wana sleep. haiz. bt i cant.. smtings on my mind. its hard. ive got no1 to talk to. ive gt no1 to b a listening ear to. hmmm.. aite, good night belovered. i miss you already. sweet dreams. God bless you angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8487500348156490305?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8487500348156490305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8487500348156490305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8487500348156490305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8487500348156490305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3227477708294428734</id><published>2007-10-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:26:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeay. im off for my final assignment already. YESSAH! im dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaylang outing with the boys plus sarah bucci nini. she had 'interview' so she was wearing formal and stuff. high heels.. still not taller than me. SADDED! aha. met her at library in the aftnn, then met nailah, watch australia vs england rugby and dead silence on sarah's mac. dotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, met sarah and seri nini go tamp interchange to meet seth busok and ajit gemok. AHA. eh, i very lazy la nk blog. wan to know come find me online la. sian. buke.. at banquet. wait, i nv buy dendeng. woops..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3227477708294428734?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3227477708294428734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3227477708294428734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3227477708294428734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3227477708294428734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeay.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7934200395847099243</id><published>2007-10-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:10:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was okay. autocad getting tougher though. =D ive been really tired coz im lacking slp which i need at least 8 hrs of it. dotz.. i havent had good dreams lately.. sad. i once had a hot one with my favourite local celeb bt, i was sad coz i was woken up. =( sadded. anway, its a short entry today. im tired. moses (Design Director) gave a talk just now. inspirational as usual. i love him. he is adorable and intellectual. smart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short shout out to anna: HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY! HOPE YOU HAD A NICE BIRTHDAY KUKU NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY WAN TING SIAO TING TING. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's SHAN HUI's 18th BIRTHDAY. omg, 3 birthdays in a row. HAT TRICK HERO! yeah, arsenal won lyk, in the dying minutes.. i didnt even watch it coz i went to smoke.. =D dotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.. LOVE YA'LL! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7934200395847099243?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7934200395847099243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7934200395847099243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7934200395847099243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7934200395847099243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-2807578063171939196</id><published>2007-10-07T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:21:24.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW ZEALAND LOST. IM SAD. =( like azri said, they were overconfident. then again, the 1st team had injuries.. sadded. da ah, nak nangis ah.. =( BOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-2807578063171939196?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2807578063171939196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=2807578063171939196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2807578063171939196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2807578063171939196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-zealand-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7777710422808739496</id><published>2007-10-06T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:46:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired. im staying up til 3 2 watch new zealand vs france.. and when i got home from teraweh (after missing out on it the whole week), my bro told me australi lost to what? england? lyk.. wtf? stupid ausies.. sounds like pussies.. okok.. good for the british.. GO JOHNNY WILKINSON! WHEEEEEEE.. i feel like vomiting.. oh, and sarah bucci neh neh asked me to watch "But I'm A Cheerleader" on youtube since i was there watching FFTL vids and stuff.. oh god, i feel like crying looking back to the old days of fftl now that Sonny's gone. haiz.. yea so anyway, the stupid movie is hilarious and super lame. i recond if ur not lame, and ur fasting, dont bother.. seriously.. its about homos aka gays (and tat means lesbian too fyi). i feel like vomiting aft doing 100 jumping jacks.. sadded.. awww come on where is everyone? ive got no one to talk to online.. SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!! ah fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people, im breaking fast outside from monday to friday.. ANYONE WANT TO BUKE WITH ME???? PLS!!!! I DOWAN TO GO HOME NOR BUKE ALONE! ID RATHER BUKE ALONE THAN BUKE AT HOME! PLS!!!! wait, friday can go gaylang and eat dendeng rite? sweet. awww.. haiz.. ARGH FUCK! I WAN DENDENG.. wait do i have a baju raye? omg, nxt wk da raye.. fuck, i havent bought baju.. SHIT! see la.. stupid school. raye oso no holiday. no wonder i lazy go jln raye tis yr. wait, i no mood at all.. AHA.. *burp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7777710422808739496?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7777710422808739496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7777710422808739496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7777710422808739496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7777710422808739496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4024196918021285365</id><published>2007-10-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:32:55.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.. school was okay. met nailah and slacked with her. hahaha. talked crap. so fun. omg, that girl can freaking draw siot. omg. im so amazed. =D so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autocad still an ass. bt im okay with it already. ahaha. i hate it when aida (my lecturer) talks very fast and moves on to the next thing while some students are still struggling. dotz. how sad. yeap. then after autocad lesson, went to find nailah at her 3d art studio. AHAHAHA.. damn funny ah. the lecturer oso some kuku neh. so fussy. aha. damn funny. then nailah went home and i met afiz. buke at yassalam. so romantic. AHAHAHA. lame. i ate kebab. the air katira no nice ah. my mum buy at her tmpt teraweh tat one can make me steam. shiok. =D then go smoke, play bola on the hockey field. baru nk start, the lights went off. mcm sial.. then played in the dark mcm bdk bodoh. but fun. slide each other when in real life, you'll get yellow cards. =D stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lyrics are on the way. "You" is half way done. the 2nd song, I GIVE UP. NO INSPIRATION SE. sadded. got good reviews from nailah abt the recordings. ahaha.. best. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i took off my piercing and it closed already. so yeah. a new start to a whole new life. i took it out for some reason. i hope you'll love the NEW ME. ahaha. lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4024196918021285365?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4024196918021285365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4024196918021285365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4024196918021285365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4024196918021285365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7895982212937791565</id><published>2007-10-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:30:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is more difficult:&lt;br /&gt;looking into someones eyes when telling how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they tell you how they feel?&lt;br /&gt;+errr.. looking into someones eyes when they tell you how you feel? its unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Think of the last time you were annoyed. Why were you annoyed?&lt;br /&gt;+ errr.. fren's bf being a meanie yet again. pfffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will die in three minutes. Last call?&lt;br /&gt;+ errr.. family i guess. aha. sadded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;+love you will all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can have one of the following two things: trust or love?&lt;br /&gt;+ trust? erm.. wait.. yeah. im lacking that anyway. you have to trust me to love you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are walking to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss told you if you are late one more time you're fired. Do you save the dog or not?&lt;br /&gt;+ fuck my boss. let's drown with the dog. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;br /&gt;+ nv la. i good boy. =) i sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think of the last person who you know who died. You have the chance to give&lt;br /&gt;them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;+ that was my grandfather. nah. it was his time already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;+ duh. you can make fun of me all you want and i'll still love you. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does sex=love?&lt;br /&gt;+ no la. sex is a bonus. mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;+ aha.. believes, nah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;+ hw come u cant get fucked? damn... ah tkpe la.. syg jugak. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;br /&gt;+ not love them back duh. hey, i can tell her i love her all the time man.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?&lt;br /&gt;+ erm.. my love for you baby.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;+ awwww.. beginning of the year.. SOMEWHERE THERE LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to, even if you have "no regrets" what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;+erm.. change myself? i dono.. im not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?&lt;br /&gt;+hmm.. i wan derek bloom so we can smoke and destress.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?&lt;br /&gt;+ ya.. hey, im not a life saver, bt at least i try 2 save lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You are holding onto your grandmother's dying hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;+ come lets jump together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When and how was the last time you told someone how you REALLY feel?&lt;br /&gt;+ hmm... i tink i told nailah.. yeap. nah, jus tok it out lor. we're cool ppl man. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You had three months to live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you tell anyone or everyone you are going to die?&lt;br /&gt;+ erm.. jus the close ones.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you do with your remaining days?&lt;br /&gt;+ repent. period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;+yeah. haiz. pls remember me pls. i love ya'll. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TAG)&lt;br /&gt;+seri&lt;br /&gt;+heather&lt;br /&gt;+seth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7895982212937791565?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7895982212937791565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7895982212937791565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7895982212937791565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7895982212937791565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8847615178336940522</id><published>2007-10-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:35:49.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday came home at 12. dotz. mama screamed. lol. cant be bothered. outing with the gang was the sex. yea! everyone was there.. yup. shiok. donuts galore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously very tired. tomorrow, go play bola insyaallah. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. PAISEH EH PEEPS. my GPA 2.14 not 2.49. =D STUPID ME.. so sad right.. it was worse.. -.- and ppl got 3.. which is great.. can go uni. me? i must climb higher and faster. god im freaking slow. okay happy mood. really really happy mood. i love you who's reading this. mwah. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8847615178336940522?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8847615178336940522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8847615178336940522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8847615178336940522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8847615178336940522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-came-home-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3550395407411842339</id><published>2007-10-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:59:38.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still sad abt yesterday. still, life goes on. i dont know where to put my face when i see her in school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, whole day out helping fahmy's bandmate with her final year project. i swear i wana jam with them again. omg. so there's me, seth (whos covering up on bass), fahmy (screams), khai (he's fahmy's 1st guitarist) and nad (she quite pretty ah. omg, rocker chick. =D). me, normal, wacking the drums.. so it was nad's final yr project (she's in lasalle. cool man) so we did a recording on their band's original song called Fallen. khai is freaking GOOD la.. he makes imran look small. dotz. best guitarist ive ever met in life. his solo makes me freaky. =D ok, shall not emphasis on how sucky i was double paddling. i swear my legs like roberto carlos. cheh bedek ah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then SecondHeartHeroes recording our 2 songs, You and another untitled song which we call the 2nd song. =D i screwed up You coz i was really tired and lost concentration. sadded. anyways, loads of money spent today. broke fast with the ex collegues. yeah. ok jus lyk 2 of them with fahmy, seth and yani, i mean seri. hah. HAPPY BDAE AZIP. SEMOGA BAHAGIA SLALU. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3550395407411842339?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3550395407411842339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3550395407411842339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3550395407411842339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3550395407411842339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-sad-abt-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7256936732179853198</id><published>2007-10-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:12:19.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>die. die. autocad almost KILLED ME. pfffft. i was lagging behind. but luckily i managed to finish my work before the dead line. thank god. and i received disturbing news today from Froggy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;        if u happen to read this, im not who you think i am. its pretty disturbing that you found me 'stalking' you.. and it kind saddens me coz all i ever thought you were was,"Wow, she is really beautiful." i mean, you stunned me. literally. you know, i even choke when i see you. i have nothing for you bt compliments.. but since you think im a 'stalker' or whatever.. then im sorry if i behaved like one. really.. i think you're really gorgeous. seriously. thats all i ever thought abt u. nthing else. it just sucks when you have a positive view abt someone, bt u get a negative one in return. well, sorry then.. sorry if i freaked you out or something. it wasnt my intention. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if may seem PATHETIC to say sorry to a person on a blog bt whatever. i dont care. screw it you know. this is me. seriously. if you cant live with it, then i suggest you go find another friend to tolerate you. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a bad day. sorry peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7256936732179853198?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7256936732179853198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7256936732179853198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7256936732179853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7256936732179853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/10/die.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4466602823393786822</id><published>2007-09-30T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:41:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god im so bored. aha. i wont be blogging often since school is starting in less than 24 hrs. im very sleepy man. pfft. and ive been watching The Girl Next Door over and over again. its just damn beautiful la. yea fine its R21 coz of nudity, and i really mean nudity, with some presence of alcohol and drugs. =D but its a real sweet movie.. go watch it, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is about a graduating senior, Mathew Kidman, who excels academically and was on his way to a famous collage in the country. One night while he was taking out the trash, he saw someone moving into the next house and the owner was a former porn star. So he started going out with her and falls in love with her until one day, his close friend, Eli, asked him to have sex with her. Danialle (the Girl Next Door) burst and moved back to her old life as a porn star. Matt regretted his actions and went all the way back to Las Vegas to win her heart again. TEE HEE. seriously, im really bored. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is something im lacking. i must learn to be patient. =) yea okay, pelan pelan kayuh. i will. wish me luck. if it doesnt work, well, just keep trying i guess. right? =) i have no one to buke with on monday. tuesday also. wednesday buke with the gang. thursday with nailah (iad). hmmm.. i dono how to ask her la. pffft. man it'll really suck it she goes home to buke, like.. EVERYDAY.. super pffft. but i dont think so la.. she's taking PComD.. mati se.. =D and omg i love her edits la. very nice. but i still believe in not editing my pics. =) editing is manipulating at some point. =) let the natural beauty flow even if you dont have any. that's the beauty of photography. speaking of which, i need a friend to accompany me to take pix of the Flyer for photography competition. Grand prize is a camera worth a grand. cool shit. winning for portfolio is more of my target. the prize is just a bonus. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. start thinking of innovative creations for portfolio. omg. DIE DIE DIE. =D my drawing sucks la. pffft. im too lazy to draw. no wait. i dont like drawing at home. dotz. and im too lazy to go out. so yeah. HAHAHA.. no wonder im a no life kid now. blogging and hogging the comp. wait, i just remembered my computer game. BITCH. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4466602823393786822?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4466602823393786822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4466602823393786822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4466602823393786822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4466602823393786822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3246732630097213970</id><published>2007-09-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:23:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear breaking fast at masjid is super SHIOK. the food, MAK AI.. 4 ppl eating a super huge plate of rice with squid, potato balls, sambal goreng, chicken wings and rendang.. FUH. i swear i ate at least half the serving with 4 cups of drinks, banana syrup and tea. FUH.. SHIOK. and the pak ciks, including my AGED FATHER, gave up lyk.. 10 mins into eating.. -.- and i had to finish the rest.. SHIOK. BEST BUKE I EVER HAD. muahahaha.. ok khai, stop it. getting fat is one thing. shitting a lot doesnt help you get fat either. holy shit. hah. new zealand kicked romania ass 80 smting to 8. HAH.. power. BAIK AH NEW ZEALAND. eh, i wana try being a fly-half like Johnny Wilkinson. He damn power siot. wait i post his pix up later. HAHAHAHA. anyway, arsenal is kicking some west ham butt now. Hleb injured. FUCK. LET'S GO GUNNERS! love Arsenal F.C. MWAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artpax.com/artwork/full/Johnny_Wilkinson_-_Kicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.artpax.com/artwork/full/Johnny_Wilkinson_-_Kicking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hackett.com/images/WORLD/Sponsorships/Jonny/big10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hackett.com/images/WORLD/Sponsorships/Jonny/big10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1070351581902_2003/12/02/jonny_wilkinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1070351581902_2003/12/02/jonny_wilkinson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i must start to sleep early since monday is the start of another school block. oh wait, i CAN sleep late coz my class starts at 3! haha. okay kidding. i still have plans okay! 12-230 go gym and WORK IT OUT BABY! just me and peanut. hahaha. and i only have 1 subject this block. so block 7, i die. got 2 subjects, including architectural rendering, which i have no fucking idea what it's abt. =D ciao, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3246732630097213970?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3246732630097213970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3246732630097213970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3246732630097213970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3246732630097213970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-swear-breaking-fast-at-masjid-is.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-2921544366978031902</id><published>2007-09-28T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:07:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a pretty sweet/weird dream. i got into rugby. no serious. the funny thing was, they chose me coz i gave my best or smthing lyk tat.. yea. and the trials.. its not what you think it is.. I PLAYED WATER GUN LA SIAL! damn lame ah.. dotz. still in rugby leh! =D must train! MUST TRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before sleeping, always remember to eat. okay about 2 hours before you sleep, eat. then before you sleep, do 100 push ups, 50 sit ups, 50 crunches, a minute of having your leg 45 degrees in the air while you lie down and another minute of smthing which i dont really know how to explain. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dotz. after raye, im taking my piercing off. she said she wants me to take it off. so did azip, and frens.. and i shall, for their sake. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-2921544366978031902?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2921544366978031902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=2921544366978031902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2921544366978031902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2921544366978031902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-pretty-sweetweird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3570284096819287914</id><published>2007-09-28T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:32:25.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, changed timetable again. YES AH! 3-6. happy! bt 1 subject oni. so nxt block must take 2.. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what to type already dammit. OH YEA. been emo, ok EMOTIONAL, lately. been listening to really SAD, DEPRESSING SONGS like.. n'sync's gone, god must have spent a little more time on you, this i promise you, savage garden's i knew i love you before i met you.. argh.. leaving on a jet plane.. dotz.. okok enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear (insert name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            you damn pretty. no, CUTE. i cannot tahan. you make me very weak inside. my heart cair you know. i wan to go out wif you some time. bt you got a lot of guy frens. im prob just another one. sadded. you take care kay! and i hope you are happy always kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg tk sweet langsung. bodoh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3570284096819287914?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3570284096819287914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3570284096819287914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3570284096819287914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3570284096819287914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-changed-timetable-again.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5718660544104784541</id><published>2007-09-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:14:12.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sarah bucci tagged me. =) IM ALL GRINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1 : On the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Name : Khairulanwar Bin Ibrahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthdate : 100890&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Current Status : single bt my heart is taken by smbody. muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eye colour : black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair colour : black and forever black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 2 : On the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heritage : javanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fears : height (giler babi), dogs and the sea (ah shadap you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weaknesses : i fall for really adorable girls easily. MCM NAK CUBIT NGAN SAYANG JE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My perfect pizza : cheese wif ham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 3 : Yesterday, today, tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First thought of waking up : now what time is it now? or maybe.. is my stud still on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bedtime : depends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most missed memories : secondary sch days.. it was hell lot of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 4 : Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke : pepsi? actually i don really drink them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mcdonalds or Burger King : i lyk bk. macs is okay too bt im sick of it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Single or group dates : single pls. grp nnti tk dpt berbual ngan dier seh. sedih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adidas or Nike : nike. heh. simple yet comfortable and good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tea or Nestea : err.. does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanilla or chocolate : more to vanilla. bt choc is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cappucino or coffee : err.. coffee. cap quite bitter. at least coffee nicer. muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 5 : Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smoke : yea. bt not often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Curse : when im mad or smtimes, it comes naturally. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take a shower : of course.. esp morning, as in when i wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a crush : yeap. wont say who. ok ppl know ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Go to school : yeap. starts nxt monday! YES AH! 3-6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe in yourself : smtimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 6 : Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Drink alcohol : no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone to the mall : last wk? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Been onstage : yeap. during grad day. performance. muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dyed your hair : NEVER! hahaha.. black is beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 7 : Have you ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Played a stripping game : no? haha.. nv tot of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Change who you were to fit in : errr.. no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 8 : Are you hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To get married : i must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 9 : In a girl ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best eye colour : blue! =D nah, im fine as long as its natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best hair colour : mmm.. natural will be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Long hair or short hair : hmm.. don lyk too long la.. mcm remas. =D (padahal padahal) nah, i wana b prettier than her. MUAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 10 : What were you doing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A minute ago : toking wif nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An hour ago : jus came home frm tamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A month ago : errr.. doing form ex and history culture n design in tpds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A year ago : dotz.. arguing seemed to be my hobby.. pffft.. so pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 11 : Finish the sentences ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love : jamming and making music. and i love to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate : being forced to do something i don lyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hide : you in my walls, your body will never be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss : my frens, secondary school days and having sm1 to love and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need : to say the 3 words to a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAYER 12 : Tag 5 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-nasuha, i mean nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-seri, yani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-heather, lee teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-afiz (as if he'll do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-seth joe. muahaha&lt;/span&gt;! although u dont have a blog. hardieharhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5718660544104784541?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5718660544104784541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5718660544104784541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5718660544104784541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5718660544104784541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarah-bucci-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6939245539251533133</id><published>2007-09-27T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:07:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timetable out. 9-12 auto CAD. hooray. 1 subject. but have to wake up early. sian. ARGH! and sarah oogles at rockclimbers.. -.- how great. AH SHUT UP FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                             November, 17 2007 at Lime Sonic Bang 2007          &lt;br /&gt;                                  Sentosa, Siloso Beach, Spore, &lt;br /&gt;                                            Cost           : Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p&gt;Thaitanium (Thailand) - hip/hop rock Summer’s Over - singapore-rock! Great Spy Experiment - singapore-rock! A Vacant Affair - singapore-rock! Caracal - singapore-rock! Plain Sunset - singapore-rock! Saw Loser - singapore-rock! Astroninja - singapore-rock! Tiramisui - singapore-rock! Force Vomit - singapore-rock! Bad Obsession - singapore-rock! Destroy All Monsters! - singapore-rock! Johnny Shameless &amp;amp; HIs Minions - singapore-rock! Stars Don’t Fall (Australia) Monophone - singapore-rock! Shirlyn &amp;amp; The UnXpected - singapore-rock! Pinholes - singapore-rock! The Fire Fight - singapore-rock! Vertical Rush - singapore-rock! West Grand Boulevard - singapore-rock! Ivy’s Vendetta - singapore-rock! Synn - singapore-rock! Allura - singapore-rock! The Leaven Trait - singapore-rock! Anugerah winner - er... Dance Floor winners - er............... Project Superstars &amp;amp; Live The Dream finalists - errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................ DJs from 1am onwards.  Entry is FREE!&lt;/p&gt;who wans 2 go wif me? apparantly no1. argh! sadded. i feel so pathetic. let me drown my sorrow with food later. muahaha. kay not funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6939245539251533133?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6939245539251533133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6939245539251533133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6939245539251533133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6939245539251533133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/timetable-out.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1934421237278401215</id><published>2007-09-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:46:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk4zJiwJMI/AAAAAAAAALk/OV0AHJ4CIUQ/s1600-h/DSC02744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk4zJiwJMI/AAAAAAAAALk/OV0AHJ4CIUQ/s320/DSC02744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114181303242073282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Nadiah, Dila, Adawiyah, Iman (my 2nd bro), Zhafran, Hadi racer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk4cJiwJLI/AAAAAAAAALc/eW8KRbctQY8/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk4cJiwJLI/AAAAAAAAALc/eW8KRbctQY8/s320/DSC02747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180908105082034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's my 2nd bro and my cousi, zhafran. he's a LT in the army. dotz. ni la org da abis army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk39piwJKI/AAAAAAAAALU/vRkjV8Jh6c4/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk39piwJKI/AAAAAAAAALU/vRkjV8Jh6c4/s320/DSC02745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180384119071906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH INI KENE ROTAN PSL ROGOL ANAK DARA! k lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk3TpiwJJI/AAAAAAAAALM/EWxH3pOhlb4/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk3TpiwJJI/AAAAAAAAALM/EWxH3pOhlb4/s320/DSC02743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114179662564566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candid. me and the two sisters, adawiyah and dila. smoke machines. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk29JiwJII/AAAAAAAAALE/RwJHsEAbLJ4/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk29JiwJII/AAAAAAAAALE/RwJHsEAbLJ4/s320/DSC02742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114179276017509506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and so my bro was pointing his middle finger. oh so childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk2aZiwJHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4_lEv6vpVCQ/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk2aZiwJHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4_lEv6vpVCQ/s320/DSC02741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114178679017055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum look, im flipping my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk1hJiwJGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e0FzSpRo6_Q/s1600-h/DSC02739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk1hJiwJGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/e0FzSpRo6_Q/s320/DSC02739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177695469544546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think he was trying REALLY hard to be seductive. nice try. try harder next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk1ApiwJFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YRvWNzW6uGA/s1600-h/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk1ApiwJFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YRvWNzW6uGA/s320/DSC02735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177137123796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no comments. you should have seen him pretending to be valentino rossi. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk0U5iwJEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nwYJ1KZzJYw/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk0U5iwJEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nwYJ1KZzJYw/s320/DSC02731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114176385504519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im still a noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvkz2JiwJDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6GARaHtjAbE/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvkz2JiwJDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6GARaHtjAbE/s320/DSC02729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175857223541810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum look, i hit the black ball and it went in.. wait.. I LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvkzYpiwJCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GNZdKCeqIlg/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvkzYpiwJCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GNZdKCeqIlg/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175350417400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buke puase at lau pa sat. adawiyah and my fat (cute, no?) bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvkyOZiwJBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uMFDcUst4fs/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvkyOZiwJBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uMFDcUst4fs/s320/DSC02723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114174074812113938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finger you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1934421237278401215?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1934421237278401215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1934421237278401215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1934421237278401215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1934421237278401215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-nadiah-dila-adawiyah-iman-my-2nd-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rvk4zJiwJMI/AAAAAAAAALk/OV0AHJ4CIUQ/s72-c/DSC02744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-2036337283668700064</id><published>2007-09-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:39:18.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny vids on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=QOqXlbWf9Io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU LECTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=B7yXhlaISOs&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARING JEREBOURNE LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=3fVETM3Ej-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Pats fighting like sissies. =D credits 2 afiz for the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=9bAZTzNIFoQ&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBS Fight. cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=3v96fSeGWdE&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MUST WATCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-2036337283668700064?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2036337283668700064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=2036337283668700064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2036337283668700064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/2036337283668700064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-vids-on-youtube-httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6415250415711386420</id><published>2007-09-24T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:22:47.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aha. so yesterday had last minute arrangements to buke out with my cousins. so long never see the bunch of them. ahaha. 7 of us went lau pa sat. shiok. the streets are lyk freaking empty. wooo! so gt 2 cars and 1 motor. and my cousin changed his motor from RXZ to KR.. mak dier btol. =D eat eat eat, then go play pool. smoke smoke smoke, then go GAYLANG! makan dendeng aka bakwa HALAL. eh sedap siol.. then makan cempedak goreng aka fried jackfruit. ALAMAK DIER PEY SEDAP... fuh. ahaha.. bt alot of mat reps and minah gemoks! hahaha.. then got this stall jual ape tah. then the mats kt the stall pakai cermin mate ader lampu.. KIWAK.. nk ketawe sak.. so... KENTAL AH. mat malaysia pon kalah siot. malukn mat rep spore je. then one of them had the stupid shades on then gt the spore flag by the side of the shades.. mak.. buat lawak sak dek ni. malu aku panggil diri aku melayu singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6415250415711386420?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6415250415711386420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6415250415711386420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6415250415711386420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6415250415711386420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5264249777272138942</id><published>2007-09-22T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:21:04.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hands shake cause today,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're gonna break my heart and,&lt;br /&gt;my life without you in it&lt;br /&gt;is a life thats not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be strong but i wish i was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;anyone but me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand, all alone,tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i was strong enough to breathe&lt;br /&gt;without you, in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll start to pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;but you should know by now that&lt;br /&gt;my life is smoke and mirrors,&lt;br /&gt;the one thing is crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;that i'm the one wishing i was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;all alone, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;tonight (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i was strong enough to breathe (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;without you, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;in my life, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where do we go?) (Where do we go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside i start to fall apart. (Where do we go?)&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pretend I'm holding on (Where do we go?)&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll bleed in silence.(In silence)&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll bleed in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;all alone, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;tonight (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i was strong enough to breathe (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;without you, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;in my life, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i stand (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;all alone, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;tonight (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i was strong enough to breathe (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;without you, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;in my life, (here i stand)&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was anyone but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5264249777272138942?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5264249777272138942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5264249777272138942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5264249777272138942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5264249777272138942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-hands-shake-cause-today-i-know-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5513890230621846277</id><published>2007-09-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:55:46.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YA IM JOINING RUGBY. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?! hate it how ppl jus look down on me. cunts. since ur so dumb and dont know a single thing abt the game, let me blog on it to educate you what rugby really is. its not just a sport with guys with huge guns. yea we see that often. bt if you take a look closer, some of them have lesser body mass than the rest. and that group of 'smaller' players, is the position im training myself to be. BONGOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvTSkOMqLQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tX8KkItLC8k/s1600-h/Rugby+Positions.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvTSkOMqLQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tX8KkItLC8k/s320/Rugby+Positions.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112942996700671234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;each player has a fixed position and their jersey numbers will never change example if im small and i can run, chances are i mite become a winger and my jersey no. will either be 11 or 14. OKAY?! now i'll start in ascending order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Loosehead Prop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A loosehead prop is one of the three players at the front of the scrum.&lt;br /&gt;They stand on the left-hand side of the hooker.&lt;br /&gt;As they take most of the impact in the scrum, a prop should have PLENTY of strength in their upper body.&lt;br /&gt;This is the area of the body where all the power is created for the big push.&lt;br /&gt;Most props are quite short and squat  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 - Hooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of all the eight forwards, the hooker is the one player with the most responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;They have two very important roles to play.&lt;br /&gt;Their first duty is to hook the ball for the scrum-half to collect in the scrum.&lt;br /&gt;And their second job is to throw the ball in at the line outs for the jumpers to catch.&lt;br /&gt;This is often done under intense pressure - so you need plenty of nerve and confidence in your ability.&lt;br /&gt;Like props, hookers need to have a strong back and neck, as well as powerful arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;But they need to be that bit more flexible than their fellow front row mates because they are the ones who hook the ball in the scrum.&lt;br /&gt;Hookers are often the smallest member of the forwards, but that doesn't mean they are the least important - far from it.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 - Tighthead Prop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tighthead prop is one of the three players at the front of the scrum.&lt;br /&gt;They stand on the right-hand side of the hooker.&lt;br /&gt;As they take most of the impact in the scrum, a prop should have plenty of strength in their upper body.&lt;br /&gt;This is the area of the body where all the power is created for the big push.&lt;br /&gt;Most props are quite short and squat&lt;br /&gt;Props also love getting stuck into tackles and you will often find them at the bottom of a rucks or a maul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 &amp;amp; 5 - 2nd Row a.k.a Locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are tall, powerful and have the ability of catching anything that comes your way, the second row could be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;As well as providing power for the big push in the scrum, the second row are the big targets in the line out.&lt;br /&gt;Their duty is to catch the hooker's throw and get the ball to the scrum-half.&lt;br /&gt;So you need to be able to leap like a high jumper and have hands like glue.&lt;br /&gt;Expect to make plenty of tackles and help your fellow forwards out in rucks and mauls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 - Openside Flanker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The flanker should be an all round athlete.&lt;br /&gt;Strength, speed, fitness, stamina - the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Flankers are always in the heart of the action, winning ball and making the big tackles in open play.&lt;br /&gt;The openside flanker is a slightly different player from their partner, the blindside flanker.&lt;br /&gt;They are normally smaller in size than their partner, making them more mobile around the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;The openside flanker will often be the player with the responsibility to mark the other side's fly-half.&lt;br /&gt;They do this by quickly closing them down, reducing the time they have to kick or pass.&lt;br /&gt;Because of their high tackle count, flankers are always involved in rucks or mauls either at the bottom or making the big drives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7 - Blindside Flanker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The blindside flanker should be an all round athlete.&lt;br /&gt;Strength, speed, fitness, stamina - the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Flankers are always involved in the game, winning ball and making the big tackles in open play.&lt;br /&gt;The blindside flanker tends to be bigger than their fellow team-mate, the openside flanker.&lt;br /&gt;They have more of a physical role and are often a target for the hooker in the line out.&lt;br /&gt;Because of their high tackle count, flankers are always involved in rucks or mauls either at teh bottom or making the drive that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;8 - 8th Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not a position for the feint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;The modern number eight has the physical strength of a forward along with the speed and skill of a back.&lt;br /&gt;In short, you've got to be the all-round rugby player.&lt;br /&gt;The number eight is the player who controls the ball at the back of the scrum.&lt;br /&gt;They are also a potential target for the hooker in the line out.&lt;br /&gt;And if that wasn't enough, they are always in the middle of a ruck or maul.&lt;br /&gt;This is a very demanding position for a demanding player.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9 - Scrum-Half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The scrum-half has a huge amount of responsibility resting on their shoulders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are the link between the backs and the forwards - the players who get things going in defence and attack.    is the link between the forwards and the backs.     Normally acts as the 'General' for the forwards and is always in the hub of the action.     A scrum half is normally quite small but with a high degree of vision and speed off the mark,     and pound-for-pound is very strong. They have to able to react to situation very quickly. A key player in any side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 - Flyhalf (Playmaker)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brains of the backs - and the whole team.&lt;br /&gt;The fly-half is probably the most influential player on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;They are the players who make the big decisions under pressure - run with the ball or kick for territory.&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying you need brilliant handling skills and a kicking boot bar none, well anyone in your team at least.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing above all else every world-class fly-half has is a brilliant rugby brain.&lt;br /&gt;You need the ability to break open defences with a clever pass or clear your defensive lines under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;But don't think that's everything - you also need to muck in with the tackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11 &amp;amp; 14 - Wingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are the fastest runner in your team, there's only one place for you - the wing.&lt;br /&gt;Speed is what the winger is all about - and you need plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;But to be a truly world class winger, you need to pick up those difficult passes in tight spaces.&lt;br /&gt;So as well as the speed of a sprinter, you need hands like glue - the ball needs to stick to you every time you get it.&lt;br /&gt;But don't think you're only responsibility is in attack.&lt;br /&gt;Often the winger can be the last line of defence, so you need to be able to make those important takcles when they count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 &amp;amp; 13 - Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres 2 types of centers - The outside and the inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outside Center&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you love making the breaks and leaving the defence in your wake, the outside centre is perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are quick and powerful, there's no better place to be than in the middle of the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;They often hit the holes in the opposition's defence and make valuable ground, often offloading to the wingers after drawing the last line of defence.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not all about making attacking bursts - they're also the players dishing out the tackles in defence along with the forwards.&lt;br /&gt;Accurate handling and passing skills are a must for any centre, along with a good kicking game.&lt;br /&gt;Expect plenty of running as a centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inside Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They offer options for the fly-half in attack, making the breaks and drawing the opposition's defence to make the space for their partner, the outside centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the inside centres are also the players dishing out the tackles in defence along with the forwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accurate handling and passing skills are a must for any centre, along with a good kicking game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expect plenty of running as a centre.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Whether in defence or attack, the inside centre is always in the thick of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Fullback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The modern-day full-back should be the complete rugby player.&lt;br /&gt;The number 15 is often the last line of defence or the first player making the break in attack.&lt;br /&gt;You need the safest pair of hands in the team.&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Because you are responsible for catching the opposition's high and testing kicks in attack - and catch them every time.&lt;br /&gt;So expect to perform under pressure when the going gets seriously tough.&lt;br /&gt;If you can suddenly turn defence into attack, make those important last-ditch tackles and make the extra man in attack, look no further than the full-back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Done. Taken from http://news.bbc.co.uk/sportacademy/bsp/hi/rugby_union/rules/html/default.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! here's another link. its derek bloom of FFTL drumming for their new album. WOOTZ!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lLK5ECcKI0&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and my body is still aching. i cant walk properly. mcm baru sunat gitu. sundal btol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5513890230621846277?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5513890230621846277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5513890230621846277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5513890230621846277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5513890230621846277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/ya-im-joining-rugby.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RvTSkOMqLQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tX8KkItLC8k/s72-c/Rugby+Positions.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3159756363339281524</id><published>2007-09-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:23:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so bored, i turned to youtube for entertainment. HAHAHA. i forgot to blog when i came online in the afternoon. got too thirsty so i went to slp. hooray. woke up, then break fast. MUAHAHAHA. yea, havent batal puase yet. woohoo.. anyway, watching emo rangers now. damn funny ah. whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO FAHMY THE EMO KID. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3159756363339281524?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3159756363339281524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3159756363339281524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3159756363339281524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3159756363339281524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-bored-i-turned-to-youtube-for.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7265857382735076891</id><published>2007-09-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:16:08.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i carried weights.. carried them again. and again. and again. cycled for 5 km, which took me 16mins plus to reach. no im not slow. i deliberately increased the difficulty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the stadium to 'run' bt ended up sitting down watching the TP Blazers (cheer leading if you dont know) working out. me and peanut had no idea how their exercises would improve their body strength and stuff. and it was quite funny coz sm girls were laughing as they couldnt take the pain. weird ppl. then i turned on the radio, waiting for azan. THEN AZAN! yea! then go buy drink. peanut wanted to listen 2 it so he turned his radio on and tired to imitate the person who azan. dotz. stupid idiot. i wish he wld convert to a muslim. he's such a believer in angels and devils and religion eventhough he's a buddist. dotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met up wif afiz, seth and ajit. they had climb so i tagged along. wow, their seniors had nice bods la. very muscular. haha. i didnt wan to join sports climb coz i have a fear of height. i tink i climb halfway i cry already. dotz. cannot ah. rugby, pls select me.. i'll b ur fastest winger if u wan me to.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran 100m alone twice and timed myself. 1st timing.. 14.1 s (okay ah since i havent run for so long) then 2nd timing 14.8s (mampos).. then i vomitted. haha. a mixture of chocolate, fishball, curry puff and peach tea. looked more lyk rice. =D disgusting.. wah damn sian ah.. vomit.. so long nv vomit. ok monday go again. who wans 2 come?? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7265857382735076891?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7265857382735076891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7265857382735076891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7265857382735076891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7265857382735076891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-carried-weights.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8318856183412021993</id><published>2007-09-20T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:00:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zsw68COl-Cs&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid goths chasing an emo kid. stupid vid. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8318856183412021993?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8318856183412021993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8318856183412021993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8318856183412021993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8318856183412021993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-860647869294146949</id><published>2007-09-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:44:16.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jamming was AWESOME!!! haha. i wana go there again. the instruments are superb. fantastic. UNLYK THE ONES AT BMC SIMEI. haha. nice plce to mosh at too. theres paddings all over the room so you can practically jump on the walls without hurting yourself. its fun. you should try it sometime. hahaha. and i love the drumset there. OMG. I CAN DOUBLE PEDAL LA! HAHA. the drum bass has a good sound and the snare.. oh my.. makes me wana orgasm everytime i hit it HARD. dotz. yea, i love being a drummer. you know why? coz i only have to follow the sound of the rhythm guitar. yea. 2 songs completed. ORIGNALS OKAY. yea. jus need to write the lyrics and poof, we can do a proper recording at beat merchant. bt its lyk 5 bux per hr for a live recording and 26 per hr for individual. haha. oh wells, when we have the time and money, we'll go for a live 1 1st. seth, get ur riffs right and your palm mutes.. we'll be fine. we just need a bassist.. SOMEONE PLS.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea we met fahmy's younger sister. she's quite cute bt too bad.. she's 15. AND SETH IM NOT INTERESTED IN HER DAMMIT. dotz. im too shy to even make frens wif her. haha. thank god fahmy's gf was there 2 entertain her. hahaha. yea bumped into kez at bugis station. oh more lyk she bumped into me.. AND SHE HIT ME HARD ON THE SHOULDERS. owww.. ya so it was quite funny with fahmy and seth around. goofers.. so we broke fast at banquet and for the 1st time, okay may be a couple of times already, i couldnt finish my food. its only carrot cake sia. dotz. anyway, then after jam, met up wif kez and went home with the whole gang. too bad fahmy's sister, Aidah (no no not the aidah frm design sch. shes too hot. =D) couldnt join us for jam coz she had tuition at gayland. OUT OF ALL  PLACES GAYLAND. omg.. how convenient it tat? okay la, at least can eat durians or smting lyk tat. eee i hate durians. dotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and im going sch gym later wif peanut and qien. yea! must build up my body la. rather than stay at hm  look at the monitor, get radiation and become a mutant or something, at least make my body twitch a bit. and its a good start too especially when i wana join rugby next yr. and i dreamt i was playing rugby too. yea was running with the ball.. then i cant remember what happened. haha. and fahmy and seth wans 2 join rugby also. i dono if they were mocking me or wad not. i dont care. rugby here i come. AND MY MUM MADE ME SLP EARLY THIS MORNING COZ SHE WANS 2 WATCH HIKMAH 3 ON YOUTUBE. darn i hate youtube sometimes.. i was bz toking online when she interrupted my conversation wif naila. no shes not another girl. shes a fren. OKAY! irritating ah those ppl who tink i change crushes like i change underwear. stupid ppl. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-860647869294146949?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/860647869294146949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=860647869294146949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/860647869294146949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/860647869294146949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/jamming-was-awesome-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4023257721995554633</id><published>2007-09-19T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:03:23.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going out. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4023257721995554633?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4023257721995554633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4023257721995554633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4023257721995554633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4023257721995554633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4923267127248894035</id><published>2007-09-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:52:06.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent blog, YET. im so sleepy so i'll make this a quick one. session just now was a waste of time. could have spent that time in FRONT OF THE COMP AND CHATTING WIF SARAH. speaking of her, i came online, thinking i wont talk 2 her, and see what she does. yea, she didnt find me. how sad. DA AH, NAK EMO. BOOO.. actually kan, i wan to slp. and sholeh is so damn lame like me. i mean, i barely know him, and he added me on msn. and we've been talking crap for hours. so cool. AND I AINT GAY. nites ppl. sweet dreams sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4923267127248894035?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4923267127248894035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4923267127248894035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4923267127248894035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4923267127248894035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-havent-blog-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-12737095816952253</id><published>2007-09-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:09:26.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have good news and bad news people. its just how you view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT IS NOW ILLEGAL TO HAVE SEX BELOW 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was on the malay news jus now. haha. cool shit. mum was complaining,"Asal tak 21 skali? Padan muke bdk2 melayu sekarang. Da la tkde agame. Buat kerje haram."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;WHY NOT MAKE IT 21? SERVES THE MALAY TEENS. NO RELIGION. DO SINFUL THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes mum. we all anak haram. oni u not. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. 18 is bad enuf. now cannot go gaylang and find china prostitutes on saturday night. haiz. now, 16 is no more sweet in Singapore. it has become Redundant 16. HAH. 18 is the new 16. can smoke, can drink, can fuck. oh what the hell. i'm still a virgin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND SO ARE MY FRENS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-12737095816952253?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/12737095816952253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=12737095816952253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/12737095816952253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/12737095816952253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-good-news-and-bad-news-people.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-90196161613526996</id><published>2007-09-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:18:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rotting at home. i have no one to talk to online. SO BORING. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and something very  very very random happened to me on friendster. i dont tink u all would care bt.. aidah jus posted a comment on my profile. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. siao. i noe. no not me. HER. okay da la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma karma, ive been running away from you. somehow, every girl that likes me back, never became my so-called partner. and you know why? coz i noe  its just your way at getting back at me for all the wrong things i have done before. and you aint gona get to me anymore. i will win this war. not you. i will try my best to win her heart, keep it and let it be safe it my arms. cause whatever feelings that you want to throw at me will not hurt me anymore. i will fight you off. i aint afraid of you. coz you're no God. God has brought beautiful things in my life. of course some of it just turned sour as they pass. nothing lasts forever. not even time. and with all the good things, i must devour their taste before it runs along with the others. its now or never. make me or break me i dont care. coz karma, you aint going nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-90196161613526996?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/90196161613526996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=90196161613526996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/90196161613526996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/90196161613526996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/rotting-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4727700832691699141</id><published>2007-09-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:48:28.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been reading abt rugby lately. the only position i can play is.. the wing. im small and skinny. the only thing i can do is run. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Wing&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are the fastest runner in your team, there's only one place for you - the wing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speed is what the winger is all about - and you need plenty of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="760"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to be a truly world class winger, you need to pick up those difficult passes in tight spaces.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as well as the speed of a sprinter, you need hands like glue - the ball needs to stick to you every time you get it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But don't think you're only responsibility is in attack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Often the winger can be the last line of defence, so you need to be able to make those important takcles when they count.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- ----------------------- end of Story's bodytext  -----------------------  --&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/shared/img/o.gif" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4727700832691699141?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4727700832691699141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4727700832691699141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4727700832691699141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4727700832691699141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-reading-abt-rugby-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1850789224359074115</id><published>2007-09-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:44:02.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear god,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so small and weak. hopeless and pathetic. if you cant bring joy to my life, then at least bring euphoria to the ones tat need it more than me, especially her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana go to sch. i don wan my holidays clashing wif fasting. it sux. i cant go prayers wif my frens coz my auhlnaslivnliernaslvn parents wont b able to speak bt instead, shout at me as if im sm dog coz they wan me 2 go wif them. as if tats the ONLY plce that brings me to heaven. god wad jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god pls jus make her happy. it doesnt matter if im going to be alone my whole life. make others happy. pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1850789224359074115?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1850789224359074115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1850789224359074115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1850789224359074115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1850789224359074115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-god-i-feel-so-small-and-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4800243907788944362</id><published>2007-09-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:14:23.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parents went to jb lyk.. after eating this morning. haha. and i skipped ngaji again. woke up late. too tired la. ah boring. update later la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4800243907788944362?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4800243907788944362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4800243907788944362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4800243907788944362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4800243907788944362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/parents-went-to-jb-lyk.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-3388771963015916997</id><published>2007-09-15T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T03:02:08.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whispers of the trees, we could barely hear us speak&lt;br /&gt;Those three words never meant a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry myself to sleep, hoping you would reach for me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Things cant go my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be with you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Would you run away&lt;br /&gt;When Im dying to reach for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles the light that would shine through the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll be jus fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all the things that were good would come to me&lt;br /&gt;And baby its you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Things cant go my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be with you&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Would you run away&lt;br /&gt;When im dying to reach for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have this chance&lt;br /&gt;To make all the ends mend&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-3388771963015916997?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3388771963015916997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=3388771963015916997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3388771963015916997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/3388771963015916997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/whispers-of-trees-we-could-barely-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5007234587546748561</id><published>2007-09-15T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:54:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going to type a long entry today. least i hope. haha. there's much going on lately.. ok not. BUT HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!! YEAH! i dont care if its 2 week or 2 months.. holiday is a holiday okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite so i busy wif my model. this and that and wala, i have a masterpiece. shall post in up laters.. anyway, been going home late this week.. helping out wif kez and some of her classmates wif their 1 meter sculpture thing. 3D art. omg, i cant imagine myself doing in like, NEXT SEMESTER?! god pls help me.. i like some of kez's classmate's work. one of them made a chair made up of cans, bottles and rounded objects inspired by Frank Gehry's cardboard chair. kinda surprised me on how an architect could be of inspiration to a group of kids who mite be future directors or animators.. haha. but its cool. kez's work was simply.. emo. well most of them were doing private works.. ah whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea puase is here. not as bad as i though it would be. i didnt think i could last the whole month. but the past 2 days have been okay.. =) hopefully i can fast the whole month. oh wait today's only the 3rd day.. IM NOT HUNGRY NOR THIRSTY. beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my god, i have a crush on a girl. =D omg i cannot take it la. she's of another course in design but she was taking 3D art like kez. so the whole week i was simply.. oogling at her while helping kez out. =D omg she is like.. cute la.. and i did get heartaches when her fren (which i shall not name) was like around her the whole time she was doing her work. ala may be he was helping her i dono. BUT WHAT I DID NOT LIKE WAS THAT HE'S FLIRTING WIF HER.. ok fine so im not her bf wadeva.. BUT HE USED TO FLIRT WIF KEZ TOO! yea she told me abt it.. turns out he is a flirt. omg. danger danger! haha.. dammit i felt so pathetic when they were laughing and stuff.. he was sooooooooooo close to her la. *heart breaks* i guess some of the guys know abt her already. and im not a stalker or wad so eva jus coz i have her picture in my psp! NO! its a really really big crush i guess. oh god i feel so pathetic.. boohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOT A SO LONG ENTRY BUT.. ya. haiz. help i need to talk to her. god please make it happen. i swear i'll be good to her, to everyone else. let me be the one to make things right. let me be the one to bring happiness and joy to her. let me, NOT HIM. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA I WAS SO EMO THAT I WROTE 3 FREAKING SONGS ABOUT HER. OMG. i need a guitar badly. okay wait, i have it in my room bt parents dont like me playing music. oh what has the world become to? tsk! if i dont get the song to show how i feel, then i mite jus burst. oh wait i already did. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuNtunuGXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IGfyU5G7jvQ/s1600-h/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuNtunuGXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IGfyU5G7jvQ/s320/Picture+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110334018930219378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOCOnuGYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dB6L_T6dhR0/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOCOnuGYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dB6L_T6dhR0/s320/Picture+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110334371117537666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOSunuGZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LxpAZPoZv6g/s1600-h/Picture+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOSunuGZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LxpAZPoZv6g/s320/Picture+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110334654585379218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOkOnuGaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g6jmq2L3DWQ/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuOkOnuGaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g6jmq2L3DWQ/s320/Picture+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110334955233089954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuO1enuGbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HYIXaNAybPo/s1600-h/Picture+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuO1enuGbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HYIXaNAybPo/s320/Picture+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110335251585833394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i need to take colour and light real bad. HAHA. my model pix dont look good. stupid filters. bleah. i need a lappy, my 60GB creative mp3 and a camera, those kick ass ones. ARGH! i hate my comp. it almost crashed again. i almost cried. boo.. suck. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5007234587546748561?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5007234587546748561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5007234587546748561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5007234587546748561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5007234587546748561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-going-to-type-long-entry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/RuuNtunuGXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IGfyU5G7jvQ/s72-c/Picture+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4461423355662585451</id><published>2007-09-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:47:04.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im using anna's lappy to blog. i forgot to blog yesterday coz i was bz wif my sch projects. i dowan to fast tomorrow.. boo! then again, i havent eaten since this morning.. its 345 man.. bt i did drink water.. jamming was.. quite good since we completed our 'demo' called 'You'. haha.. fahmy's hair is soooooo LOOOOONG.. we had bitch fite. he calls himself hardcore kid. i say 'suck my dick'. =D bored. yea, tis week last week liao.. yeeehaaaa! aidos PPL.. neh neh neh.. ala holidays oso must fast.. lagi boring.. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4461423355662585451?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4461423355662585451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4461423355662585451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4461423355662585451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4461423355662585451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-using-annas-lappy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1577419803322916544</id><published>2007-09-09T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:01:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. its true. vanessa ann hudgens nude photo was leaked out. poor girl. i thought she was quite hot for a mixed blood. but too bad not hot enuf for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's hot is aidah from MOI and fiona xie. NOW THAT IS HOT.. SIZZLING HOT. grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1577419803322916544?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1577419803322916544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1577419803322916544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1577419803322916544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1577419803322916544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-824899909584822374</id><published>2007-09-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T06:54:05.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all blacks jus kicked some italian ass.  and now japan is gona get their asses whopped like whopper burger. whoo! rugby here i come. WHEE!!! i shld get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-824899909584822374?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/824899909584822374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=824899909584822374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/824899909584822374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/824899909584822374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-blacks-jus-kicked-some-italian-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-9120368246250260064</id><published>2007-09-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:05:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, feast ur eyes on hot guys.. yum yum! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PuCDjfQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hUZ_wKtL0fc/s1600-h/Smart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PuCDjfQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hUZ_wKtL0fc/s320/Smart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106395573496544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alesana. FUCKING AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PmSDjfPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bdO9JkqOW-c/s1600-h/Travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PmSDjfPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bdO9JkqOW-c/s320/Travis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106395440352558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis Richter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PhCDjfOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6ua9lty2D0/s1600-h/Showlights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PhCDjfOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N6ua9lty2D0/s320/Showlights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106395350158245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PVCDjfNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SVgfffL_oXg/s1600-h/Matty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PVCDjfNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SVgfffL_oXg/s320/Matty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106395143999814866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PIyDjfMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/paw_csmTOrE/s1600-h/Matt+Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PIyDjfMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/paw_csmTOrE/s320/Matt+Guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394933546417346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2O5yDjfLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OEHbwT2HnD4/s1600-h/Matt+Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2O5yDjfLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OEHbwT2HnD4/s320/Matt+Good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394675848379570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. No. Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2O0CDjfKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OssEWspSztc/s1600-h/Matt+Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2O0CDjfKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OssEWspSztc/s320/Matt+Emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394577064131746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me again. NOT. Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OsCDjfJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5Uh6JGB1xcE/s1600-h/Matt+Bleeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OsCDjfJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5Uh6JGB1xcE/s320/Matt+Bleeds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394439625178258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My BF. NO. Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OVyDjfII/AAAAAAAAAIU/ssX5zCs-cIY/s1600-h/Matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OVyDjfII/AAAAAAAAAIU/ssX5zCs-cIY/s320/Matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394057373088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OFSDjfHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/C-ekfvavRJ8/s1600-h/Mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2OFSDjfHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/C-ekfvavRJ8/s320/Mat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106393773905247346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2N5yDjfGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f9ZH2_q4pSs/s1600-h/From+First+To+Last+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2N5yDjfGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f9ZH2_q4pSs/s320/From+First+To+Last+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106393576336751714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the band, From First To Last. yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-9120368246250260064?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9120368246250260064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=9120368246250260064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9120368246250260064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9120368246250260064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-feast-ur-eyes-on-hot-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt2PuCDjfQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hUZ_wKtL0fc/s72-c/Smart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6769441938111495183</id><published>2007-09-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:38:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.. tired as hell. back to model making again. hooray! -.- watched last legion on peanut's labtop. crappy i guess. esp when u have a bollywood actress acting as the heroine. =D it jus doesnt click la. and she got banged by the hero the night before the war.. its like.. 0_o no brainer.. bt the small kid who's the emperor is cute sia.. he's the guy in nanny mcphee or smting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently listened to this rock band called Madina Lake. omg, the twins are hot la.. sorreh im being gay. im gonna upload some pix of emo's that i simply adore. they're musicians, and trust me, they aint gay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt17LyDjfFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/drQX7Xrto7E/s1600-h/Matt+Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt17LyDjfFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/drQX7Xrto7E/s320/Matt+Emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372994853469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt Good from From First To Last. so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt17EyDjfEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IsCADFR-TaA/s1600-h/DAVID+DESROSIERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt17EyDjfEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IsCADFR-TaA/s320/DAVID+DESROSIERS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372874594384962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's David from Simple Plan. I dont like the band but I do like the bassist. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana form a band. a rock band. no screaming shit. i wan kez in it. bt she wans an accoustic band. alar! haiz.. oh well.. i guess i can wait further before i touch the bass again.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6769441938111495183?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6769441938111495183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6769441938111495183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6769441938111495183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6769441938111495183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rt17LyDjfFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/drQX7Xrto7E/s72-c/Matt+Emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-5366728426240503185</id><published>2007-09-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:23:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people, pls go to this link www.ultrablog.com.sg/blog.asp?u=peanut-tp and rate and comment. he's my long haired fren and he wans to win the new samsung music slide phone which has yet to be released. pls ppl.. rate and comment! and spread the news. do good for ppl! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day. my hole almost closed. dammit. i cant take it out 4 long. my stud balls keep dropping and i keep buying.. FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-5366728426240503185?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5366728426240503185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=5366728426240503185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5366728426240503185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/5366728426240503185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-pls-go-to-this-link-www.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-816478752089443699</id><published>2007-09-01T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:26:53.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts about him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own 10 weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;No tagbacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i do look at hot/cute guys, bt i swear im not gay nor bisexual. im straight.&lt;br /&gt;2)i bite my nails, chew on them.. and swollow.&lt;br /&gt;3)i tend to look at a girl's chest when i talk to them and wonder what lies beneath.&lt;br /&gt;4)i like the feeling when i dig my nose.&lt;br /&gt;5)i can like a girl and go crazy abt her, bt i can also get out of that feeling easily. no wonder im weird.&lt;br /&gt;6)i dont know why bt everytime i talk to an ex it explodes into an argument, and im always at fault. am i cursed?&lt;br /&gt;7)i dont talk to my parents casually. i try my best to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;8)i like crying myself to sleep. at least i can sleep peacefully and wake up beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;9)i am vain. really. my bro thinks im gay coz i spend alot of time looking at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;10)i hate it when my hair gets cut. i dont understand why i dont even have the right to my own hair. my life is practically controlled. no wonder i dont talk to my parents so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona tag..&lt;br /&gt;1)heather ng lee teng&lt;br /&gt;2)seri hidayani&lt;br /&gt;3)nur nasuha&lt;br /&gt;4)omfg, i really dono who else.. okay i have limited frens that blog. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-816478752089443699?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/816478752089443699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=816478752089443699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/816478752089443699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/816478752089443699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/rules-of-game-each-player-of-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-9103762961758331897</id><published>2007-09-01T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:36:57.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Honestly what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;don't like reality&lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;br /&gt;But really life is dandy&lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;br /&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Die die die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;br /&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-9103762961758331897?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9103762961758331897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=9103762961758331897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9103762961758331897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9103762961758331897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/09/honestly-what-will-become-of-me-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-1507458197365432409</id><published>2007-08-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:30:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeay! exams finished. congrats ppl. you can now make fun of me coz im have school for another 2 wks.. hooray! balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay B's going bck 2 canada 2morw morning at 6 n i cant send her off. dammit. haiz. wad a way 2 say goodbye huh? jus hugs.. casual hugs.. dammit. oh well, see u in spore soon B! btw, B actually stands for Bianca, kezia's twin sister. ya. they look filippino. haha. i am so bad. ok nites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-1507458197365432409?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1507458197365432409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=1507458197365432409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1507458197365432409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/1507458197365432409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeay-exams-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-544110259983622443</id><published>2007-08-26T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T04:05:10.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got too bored doing my assignment. well, at least one of the assignments i guess. haha. my lips have healed bt taking out and putting the stud in can be painful coz the nerves are pretty sensative. haha. anberlin kicks ass. i DL their songs so long ago bt i oni listened to them lyk.. JUST.. its a great rock band to listen to. very fast. no screaming i promise you. nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise my life got pretty boring. its been spent mostly in school (12-6 let me remind you) and after school, its school for assignments. i dont realy go home to do wrk soo.. yea. when im free, i hang out wif my classmates. i kinda forgot abt the old gang. and no i'll never forget them. I MUST GO LEPAK WIF THEM.. MUST PLAY BOLA NXT WEDNESDAY! haha.. sure. i guess 1 piercing is enough for now. ears can wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to work out soon. someone pls run wif me.. everyone's bz. dammit. oh, and im out of love really. haha. its nice to understand the love between a girl fren and a guy fren. it makes me understand y i nv had a happy ending. come to tink of it, i dont blame myself at all. it never was my fault in the 1st plce. it was her. i grew out tinking i was in the wrong.. bt you cant always carry the pile of shit alone can you? i remember one of the NCC seniors back in the days saying,"When you're carrying a pile of shit, give some to your friends so we all are sharing the equal pile of shit." its funny but its quite true too.. i didnt know my NCC seniors could tink.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next friday is teacher's/lecturer's day. omg i wana go back to dunman. HEY PEEPS, GO CRASH THE CRASHED DUNMAN NXT WK!!! I DONT HAVE CLASS AT 3! woo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite ciao. love ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-544110259983622443?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/544110259983622443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=544110259983622443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/544110259983622443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/544110259983622443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-too-bored-doing-my-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-9197407020226325269</id><published>2007-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:40:46.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my lips are swollen. u can see it upclose. form exploration is super boring la. at least now we're doing our models. fun. yea.. to all those who are having exams and are cracking ur head mugging lyk shit, HAVE FUN AND GOOD LUCK COZ I DONT HAVE ANY! HAHA. god i rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-9197407020226325269?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9197407020226325269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=9197407020226325269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9197407020226325269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/9197407020226325269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-lips-are-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8971380346125208873</id><published>2007-08-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:01:12.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazy to blog. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8971380346125208873?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8971380346125208873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8971380346125208873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8971380346125208873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8971380346125208873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4932535774812366032</id><published>2007-08-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:45:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got 2nd place for the recent photography competition. wad luck. haha. i guess it must be the caption. lol. anway, im done with my freaking projects and im so happy. euphoria!!! yesterday's fireworks was beautiful. too bad she wasnt around.. anna too.. tsk. it was really captivating man. haiz.. my heart pretty much melted. really.. i guess it wld have been a perfect moment when ur wif sm1 special.. try going tonight. it would really be sweet.. as for me.. im going wif my classmates and peanut (tis long haired guy frm the same course bt different class).. adios peeps.. miss the whole toncak gang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4932535774812366032?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4932535774812366032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4932535774812366032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4932535774812366032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4932535774812366032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-2nd-place-for-recent-photography.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6190889464064219261</id><published>2007-08-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:02:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joshua Aaron Jude Xavier's birthday in 321.. BOOM! okay bored. im suppose to do my grp project la.. but im really3 worn out after 9426415734 days of intense thinking, process and drawing.. long hours in school.. i can die. im super tired can? i'll only slp when im at least 3/4 done with the work. other than that, i still have my 50 pages of sketches for company when im doing nothing. how sweet right? -.- at least im at pg 39. another 11. easy.. right.. i have to hand it in by wednesday, together with my painting 1M by 1M.. super sexy.. okay speaking of sexy, peanut was self obsessed with himself. he likes wearing super skinny jeans la. i only have 1 and its black. his ranges from black to red to grey.. -.- and im still trying to find a few more jeans.. preferably black and bleached blue.. mmm.. sexy. aite ciao.. time to do work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6190889464064219261?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6190889464064219261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6190889464064219261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6190889464064219261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6190889464064219261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/joshua-aaron-jude-xaviers-birthday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8274025825643379709</id><published>2007-08-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:26:25.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling fucking emo now. she's out of town, and annabella made me so.. happy today. im really touched. =)) *hugs* thanks to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Aaron Jude Xavier&lt;br /&gt;Mum (she texted me when i was under the same roof as her.. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Diyanah (haiyo, still in sec 3.. tsk3)&lt;br /&gt;Mizah (my beastie. i could nv forget you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP Friends:&lt;br /&gt;Annabella Koh (i love you kiddo)&lt;br /&gt;Peanut (my hardcore/emo/metal/mosh partner)&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ting (i promised i wldnt disturb her today, and i was true to my words)&lt;br /&gt;Nick (my future rugby team mate, i hope)&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Shan Hui aka The Monggolian Brothers (they played a bdae song on Jasper's ipod and blasted it on a speaker. im so touched)&lt;br /&gt;Yanna, Wynne (pronounced as Wind), Han Jing (they didnt noe so it was nice to hear them say anyway)&lt;br /&gt;The Toncak Gang that consists of: Afiz! HEATHER! VISHNU! Seri! Seth, ZUL DONKEY, Acap, Ajit, Azip (i noe sm never wished me bt i dont really care. i love ya'll. so wad if im gay? fuck with me and i'll fuck ur ass.. haha, as if)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remembering times we have shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friend for life is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll let the embers serve as the only memory of last days, so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;im feeling shitty. i wore my van's which you bought a year ago. and i cried when the clock struck 12 midnight. this i did not lie. ive longed for the touch of a woman who could caress and love me for who i am. sadly i never returned that favour of what you once gave me. and i hope you'll be happy with whoever you may want to be with. pls, let me be and let things be normal where i'll find peace in knowing that i wont ever talk to you again. this is not emo shit. i really dont wish to talk to you ever. and pls dont start the conversation.. its over between you and me, forever. whatever you have done in the past will i always remember. and whatever wrong i have done will always linger in your mind. let things be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rrx-kW6AR-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ukm6FhzarVw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rrx-kW6AR-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ukm6FhzarVw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097088041365817314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause you caught me off guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I'm running and screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like a hero and you are my heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8274025825643379709?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8274025825643379709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8274025825643379709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8274025825643379709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8274025825643379709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-feeling-fucking-emo-now.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t8ZZRKd1mjA/Rrx-kW6AR-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ukm6FhzarVw/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7943807014544834177</id><published>2007-08-08T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:28:14.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SingFest today! wootz. no one to go wif. tot of going wif peanut. bah. he still slping. nv reply. ass. going wif kin ah.. yea i started on my major project already. building a foldable table in.. less than 10 days using recycled wood (which i found mostly in my store room =)) and im gona start painting another major assignment on a 1 Meter by 1 Meter canvas on my idea of an architectural building.. came up wif the design already.. jus puting it into pastel and paper.. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona meet peanut and kin at SingFest. sad ah. wanted to go out wif kez and her twin frm canada, Bianca.. coolness man.. haha. aite later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7943807014544834177?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7943807014544834177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7943807014544834177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7943807014544834177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7943807014544834177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/singfest-today-wootz.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-4608202748079904454</id><published>2007-08-05T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:10:58.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my nose hurts. my body aches. and im fucking dead tired. baybeats,with hardcore bands = FUCKING AWESOME. i got knocked in the nose and i saw stars. peanut's frens are all the crazy bunch. wad can i say? woodlands ppl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand y those chinese girls, hot and cute bunch, small and adorable, would be standing right in the middle of the mosh pit and getting themselves injured. dont la.. u so small, later u die how? and there were few who collapsed and were dragged out. i pity their frens.. tsk3. itu la.. mmg mosh penat, bt everyone has their limits.. and obviously u dont know urs. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw nick, yak's bf.. it was kinda lyk, a glance at first.. then i stared at him.. ok not nick.. coz he's super tall and tat guy was slightly taller than me. impossible for me 2 grow 1.7 or 1.8 so quickly. =D ya im short.. wadeva.. then i saw yak and heather.. haha. peanut blur siot. they asked him to take pic.. 1st time i see peanut so.. 'quiet'.. coz he always kao pey one.. very noisy.. but super frenly.. everyone he say hi.. not those tak tau malu say 'hi' one unlyk sm ppl.. then in the middle of moshing, got separated frm kin and peanut.. heck.. and i met kez by the riverside.. haiz.. she wasnt in the action though. haiz.. *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to do work.. do do do.. ok sounds like dodo bird. crap.. afiz lyks 2 talk crap.. stupid shit.. BAH. nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-4608202748079904454?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4608202748079904454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=4608202748079904454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4608202748079904454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/4608202748079904454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-nose-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-6471468754052886</id><published>2007-08-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:15:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear yesterday was the best day of my fucking life, YET. YOU wana NOE why? coz i saw FIONA XIE in SCHOOL. NOT ONLY THAT, SHE CAME UP 2 MY FACE AND SAID,"Hey you wana vote?" *faints* super HOT CAN?! CB.. my god shes so gorgeous.. argh. cannot take it.. *faints* super drama. ah fuck it. i love fiona xie and im not denying it. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baybeats was kinda last min. peanut asked me whether i wanted to go. then i dono. then met quien (pronounced as kin) and he wanted to go. so i also went. -.- the philipine band was.. FUCKING GOOD SIOT. if only i was in the mosh pit. bah. they sounded like linkin park. cool stuff.. then got plain sunset. 1st time im listening n watching them life.. heard that they're good. all i can say is.. they're right. they are fucking good. haha. good guitar effects and the drummer.. is the shit! =D anyways.. bla3.. reached hm close 2 12. mum msg me.. and i said i went to watch a play, which i wanted 2.. bt i had no invitation so i probably couldnt come in. i didnt try going in. didnt wan 2 risk it. ya. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like A. Bt B doesnt like A. and A tinks B is a bimbo. Bt B isnt. Shes smart and talented. Bt i like A because we're similar in our music taste and fashion and thinking. Bt B doesnt noe the reasons y.. and i dont wan B 2 feel as if im pushing her aside, just cause i like A. damn life is complicated. especially when A likes someone else already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-6471468754052886?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6471468754052886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=6471468754052886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6471468754052886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/6471468754052886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-swear-yesterday-was-best-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7143803599157849572</id><published>2007-08-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:52:23.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aite if wan ting goes gaga over an eye candy called David (this 3rd yr hunk in Interactive Media Design), then i have an eye candy 4 myself. she's so freaking hot/cute can? haha. im not saying her name.. may be ppl lyk anna i mite tell.. shes like.. model body, hot, cute face.. omg, if i have someone like her, i will nv let go.. i promise i will treat her well until she also don wana let me go.. ah, shes jus an eye candy.. 2nd yr.. no hope anyways. n wan ting is gona make fun of me if i tell her abt tis.. eye candy of mine.. lets call her.. paris. and hell yea shes better than tat socialite. =)) oh god my heart is really melting ah.. as i stared at her in frenster, my heart was literally beating softer.. God has created something so wonderful for me to see.. damn if i had a freaking tablet laptop (fuck its oni 1499 bux at student price), she'd b my display pic. so everytime im stressed or feeling emo again.. she'll b my guardian angel.. oh my god.. my heart is really stopping.. ok gtg do wrk.. its 3 in the morning.. n my eyes are lyk panda's.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7143803599157849572?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7143803599157849572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7143803599157849572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7143803599157849572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7143803599157849572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/aite-if-wan-ting-goes-gaga-over-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-8620283596762231651</id><published>2007-08-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:44:37.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my fucking god. guys, sori ah if i never hang out often. its not that i dont want to. IT COZ IM SUPER BUSY. ive got projects to do and im like staying up late and stuff. school would be like 12-6 and most of the time my brain aint functioning well. so after class, im most probably so stressed with work that i have to go home and just.. you noe.. do work. blah. so anyways, since class starts at 3 2morw, im sitting infront of the god damn comp and doing this at 1235am. wow. everyones aslp while im trying to crack my skull doing project. yea ive got 2. the individual project, i have to create a 'furniture' that will work, made up of recyclable materials. so im lyk making a fucking table made up of wood from the rubbish/rejected wood from the workshop.. blah. so now im like just doing models and stuff. so fucking leceh.. bt its a good la. at least i get to crack my skull more which causes more bleeding and then it will lead to death. okay rubbish. no. wad i meant was i managed to think, THINK, T-H-I-N-K of how to make my simple study table into a 3-in-1 table, all you'll learn in TEMASEK POLY DESIGN SCHOOL. so all you engineering/business frens of mine.. SUCK MY BALLS. forgive me pls, im not tinking straight.. i need to destress. i need slp. god.. I WAN 2 TIDO LA.. BT GOT ALOT OF WORK.. piak. nvm.. 2nite, or shall i say morning, I SHALL DINE, IN HELL! the 'hell' must be super pekat where all ur saliva bau busok will come out. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the group project, slightly simpler, only tat no time to do. fuck. totally theory based. bullshit. god im lyk having lecture. ewww. sucks man. my first lectures were already boring hfluihalknfianf. made me wan to slp. then i tot no more lectures.. skali this subj got.. on materials somemore. so dnt can? wah, i need to bring some nose inhaler so when the Ratchna Johri(lecturer which im gona see 4 2 months) toking, i sniff so i'll be awake. bah. im suffering from lack of slp can? okay must go do work. and guys, the lepak guys, the gay guys, the guys i fucked and the guys who fucked me.. I MISS YOU ALL!!! RAWR.. okay ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-8620283596762231651?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8620283596762231651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=8620283596762231651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8620283596762231651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/8620283596762231651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-fucking-god.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18519474.post-7965408494503300293</id><published>2007-07-24T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:12:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp is back. only without MSN MESSANGER. SAD. new subjects. class from 12-6. how sweet. -.- so im practically going home night everyday. zzzz. i need 2 sleep. bt i gotta do my drawings for 2D art fundamentals which i really need 2 lyk, concentrate. im losing my touch. yea, tell me abt it. drawing real life plants n flowers really suck, especially when ur doing it in INK STRAIGHT. piak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nas, u really don wana tok 2 me. u tink i don wana tok 2 u 4 no reason? theres a reason 4 everything, like you said. im not an unreasonable person. may be last time bt fuck the past abt me. yea i screwed you up. everyone knows that aite. so it stays tat way. u leave me alone.. and tell ur new grp of frens tat too. tell them 2 grow up n stop disturbing me. it pisses me off seeing u in his arms.. yea. it sucks. SUCKS LA BLOODY HELL. im a loser. so let me b the one walking away frm ur life. i promise tat i'll leave u alone n i wont fuck ur life up anymore. u have everything tat u wanted. a better life. its better if ur without me. and tats a fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18519474-7965408494503300293?l=stripeddisaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7965408494503300293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18519474&amp;postID=7965408494503300293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7965408494503300293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18519474/posts/default/7965408494503300293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripeddisaster.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-comp-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05577003925896450275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
