<?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-8196531</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under my skin`</title><subtitle type='html'>jana`travis wannabe`von dutch ambassador`jesus freak
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hates`down-right-posers..vegetables-NIKEmerchandise..ken-dolls-who-ruin-up-barbie's-image</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196531.post-114406058241396253</id><published>2006-04-03T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T03:36:22.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.2.06</title><content type='html'>sorry bro for pushing you in the toilet. i thought the impact wouldnt be so great. but sorry&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary darling.  dimsum allergies anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114406058241396253?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114406058241396253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=114406058241396253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114406058241396253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114406058241396253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/3206.html' title='3.2.06'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-114377104959525924</id><published>2006-03-30T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:10:49.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night.. watch the gates</title><content type='html'>spell hate.&lt;br /&gt;J-A-N-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find trouble desperately.&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline rush hasnt been gushing of late. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114377104959525924?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114377104959525924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=114377104959525924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114377104959525924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114377104959525924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-watch-gates.html' title='last night.. watch the gates'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-114299957831566821</id><published>2006-03-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:52:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sudden surfacing of the topics regarding london and seperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it mkaes me feel as though im not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanya. lay off nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114299957831566821?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196531.post-114291408785742203</id><published>2006-03-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:08:07.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she</title><content type='html'>goodbye my lover eh?&lt;br /&gt;cool. nice poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114291408785742203?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114291408785742203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=114291408785742203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114291408785742203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114291408785742203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/she.html' title='she'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-114267726158214478</id><published>2006-03-18T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:21:01.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE EGGS</title><content type='html'>why do i love my girlfriend so much&lt;br /&gt;because i hate eggs.&lt;br /&gt;i know im being random. i just wanted to drive  a point. or maybe two across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH&gt; I NEED MORE &lt;strong&gt;TRUCKERS&lt;/strong&gt; HUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114267726158214478?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114267726158214478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=114267726158214478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114267726158214478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114267726158214478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-eggs.html' title='I HATE EGGS'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-114232389824184351</id><published>2006-03-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:11:38.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smurg.</title><content type='html'>sorry for the cancellations of plans yall. im just sooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. tuesday&lt;br /&gt;st ants in the morning to pass my girlfriend her shorts. what happens. i dunno. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;then lawyers office in bedok with mom to change name.&lt;br /&gt;chalet with the horny assholes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed&lt;br /&gt;since someones going out with ameer..&lt;br /&gt;anand amelia isabel changi airport morning?&lt;br /&gt;evening holly and the hot friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if my mynahs free. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;so most probably tanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if my mynahs free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. if she happens to be free all other plans will get terminated .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-114232389824184351?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114232389824184351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=114232389824184351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114232389824184351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/114232389824184351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/smurg.html' title='smurg.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113940925534734730</id><published>2006-02-08T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:35:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naive</title><content type='html'>i finally learnt how blessed i am. i just wonder what will happen to us after this year. we might still be friends. but i doubt the spirit of hanging out almost every other second would be there.&lt;br /&gt;train rides home. "soon"ing in stores. your warm sunshine smiles. you and isabel are the best female friends i have in school. yassamlam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang i love you. thanks for always understanding the shit hole problems i have and giving me reason to chuckle away in a fit of spasm. i hope friday becomes a spectacle. constant drumma babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euodia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the fairy tale wasnt true enough to start. but im certainly grateful for the friendship weve developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lusting grace in class. thank you for giving me reason to survive class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahlfren. i love your ipod nano more than you. hahas. kiddin. i cant imagine how close we got this year despite the differences we had last year. youve definately made some shit impact in my jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue being retarded. it cheers me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one day ill realize wad a grave mistake i did by walking out on you. but thank you for being my best friend. means alot. i know you know boogie woogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh mat. thanks for the haram nights spent drinking vodka in peninsular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bring me to the best clubs. mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azlyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baik vocals eh. i miss our towning times together. bring down the house on friday aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. life sucks cause once you get to know people you really love. the next moment youll get seperated. shit piss fuck cum cocksucker motherfucker tits fart terd and twats. urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113940925534734730?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113940925534734730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113940925534734730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113940925534734730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113940925534734730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/naive.html' title='naive'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113482442111003609</id><published>2005-12-17T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T05:00:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicole. wife.</title><content type='html'>haahs. MORE THAN ONE HOUR. er erm. lock achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a  blast.&lt;br /&gt;first ive got to thank anand. who else. the onli shite i can level with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the freakin help. OUHKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day started with me meeting darling doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when the train door opened at bedok. she called. and said. uhm, can u come meet me before dad drives me for dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. epitome of epitomes. i got glaDDDDD. HEE. so went to the freaking condo and by passed the security guards. but passerbys werent too pleased with the sight. i wonder why. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;and someone just had to put glittery lip gloss shite on my lips. i LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;fuck 6mths. youre my wife. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went over to anand's.&lt;br /&gt; anand's mom is da bestTTTT, shes's so . erm... wads that word again. hospitable.&lt;br /&gt;and understanding. and her humor rocks. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and anand played bhangara music. and talked about girls girls girls girls.&lt;br /&gt;no i talked about girl. he talked about girls. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off for lunch and then headed on to meet nj william and prathap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;william is the killer. fuckin cool dick shite. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;we went to jam. street union played our very own baby i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fuckin shit managed to did evrything tight. cept no rythm guit. were on the look out for one. anyone interedted just holla ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me william nj and anand went over to anand's house for the heavenly taste of lime coke. haahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were discussing. most probably there would be a sleepover at his place. like SOOO cool. (woops bimbotic nicole got to me).&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of us. and babes. hahas. and VODKA.&lt;br /&gt;before christmas eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. today was effing cool. and i'm glad i could see my darling doofus secretly despiter her ban because her mom just had to find out about me. URGH. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the chorus from baby i love you which makes up almost whatever i want to spill in front of your face. whatever i feel whenever i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;br /&gt;baby i need you&lt;br /&gt;its your heart which makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;and your soul that keeps me nice.&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113482442111003609?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113482442111003609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113482442111003609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113482442111003609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113482442111003609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/nicole-wife.html' title='nicole. wife.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113331323967123688</id><published>2005-11-29T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:13:59.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>im on the verge to giving up punk for hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR LIFE CRISIS!!!.&lt;br /&gt;all the dancing's getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113331323967123688?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113331323967123688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113331323967123688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113331323967123688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113331323967123688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113317753409175373</id><published>2005-11-28T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T03:32:14.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. now isnt that sweet. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;here's a poem for you then&lt;br /&gt;doof or duff.&lt;br /&gt;doof. hahas&lt;br /&gt;(its your cue to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my band. doorknob fantasies and granny'sdead.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss doorknob fantasies more.&lt;br /&gt;we havent done shite for that stupid bash cause the judges are fuckin losers. cept maybe mr.hon.&lt;br /&gt;soriee. we'll kick the other band(s) ass and show them what we're made of.&lt;br /&gt;helena anyone. HAHAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113317753409175373?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113317753409175373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113317753409175373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113317753409175373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113317753409175373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-hopes-are-so-high-that-your-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113307073851006767</id><published>2005-11-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:52:18.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAS. elmo says IM MISSED ON HER BLOG. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;as requested by elmo it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of e game:&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 weird/ random things abt yrself.&lt;br /&gt;2. at e end of the quiz, list e name of the 5 people who u wan next to do this and leave a comment “u r tagged” in their blog and tell them to read yr blog.&lt;br /&gt;5 weird things abt me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i love my darling doofus.&lt;br /&gt;2. I mistake detol for listerine mouth wash.&lt;br /&gt;3. i think duff is the hottest thing besides my darling doofus.&lt;br /&gt;4. i hate tanya's hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. i wanna be gay with anand but elmo spoils it. i cant even hug him in the cinema. damm.&lt;br /&gt;next 5 person to do e quiz:1. tanya. mwahaha.2. robin hood  aka amelia.i3. sarah.my lusting grace4. august5. hafiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113307073851006767?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113307073851006767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113307073851006767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113307073851006767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113307073851006767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113299768142530263</id><published>2005-11-26T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:34:42.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dadum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"look tears don't just fall for someone. You just know if you love somebody. Just remember something i came up with. I dropped a tear in the ocean, the day someone finds it, is the day i stop loving you.".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my darling doofus. nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so fucking miss you. your voice. your hair. your allure.&lt;br /&gt;i know our relationship has been damm fast paced. but i treasure every fucking moment with you. every.&lt;br /&gt;get back from london faster u turd.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the one hour lip lock.&lt;br /&gt;and the strands of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.gemmavictorianicoleong.&lt;br /&gt;i love you loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113299768142530263?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113299768142530263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113299768142530263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113299768142530263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113299768142530263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/dadum.html' title='dadum.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113265698221204795</id><published>2005-11-22T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:56:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think augustine got promoted right?&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh kay. tanya made me drink scotch. 3 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;i did sth dumb today. i thought zul's dettol bottle wa a listerine mouth wash. and i gurgled it.&lt;br /&gt;my mouth burnt . my lips ached. my insides. argh. orgasmic i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anand isabel amelia hafiz augustine vanessamychambermaid litingmydarlingdaughter adrian alia faith sylvia azlyn sarah yijunmywife.&lt;br /&gt;and you..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113265698221204795?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113265698221204795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113265698221204795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113265698221204795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113265698221204795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-augustine-got-promoted-right.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113144996629225015</id><published>2005-11-08T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:39:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my plans for this bloody holidays. all gone.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;cause all my friends are gone.&lt;br /&gt;especially the one who doesnt  bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sorry is a fucking word invented by satan because it makes people distant more from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113144996629225015?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113144996629225015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113144996629225015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113144996629225015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113144996629225015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-my-plans-for-this-bloody-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113127496561404094</id><published>2005-11-06T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T03:02:45.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wessslim</title><content type='html'>List down 20 names that comes to your mind...(names mentioned are not in order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Euodia&lt;br /&gt;2. Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;3. Anand&lt;br /&gt;4. Tanya&lt;br /&gt;5. August&lt;br /&gt;6. Isabel&lt;br /&gt;7. Faith&lt;br /&gt;8. Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;9. Ameal&lt;br /&gt;10.'Alia&lt;br /&gt;11. Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;12. NJ&lt;br /&gt;13. Vanessa  my beloved chamber maid. muahahahas&lt;br /&gt;14. Yijun&lt;br /&gt;15. Liting&lt;br /&gt;16. Azlyn&lt;br /&gt;17. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;18. syaza&lt;br /&gt;19. wanwen&lt;br /&gt;20. farzanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How did you meet 13?: She's my freaking maid. maid agency la. oh didd i mention. she has a mercedez and stays in a three storey house. some maid eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you never met 5?: i'll be one brother less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you honestly think of 10?: best vocalist ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever liked no.3?: i dunno. pple mistake us for gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that youwould like to do?: cry forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?: eh . one's a minimat. one's a tall minah. can la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you think 12 is hot?: sry my beloved scr captain. NO. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 1 and 17 make a lovely couple?: yikes. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 11:right butt tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know any of 3's family members?: everyone. especially the all so hot sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On a scale of 1-10 how cute is 14?: she's my wife in class. 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if 4 just professed their undying love for you: then i'll have an ex for a girlfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What language does 19 speak?: elf language. WHY. WHY. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who is 8 going out with?  dunno.  i hope she goes out with me tml though.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 18 and 5 make a good couple?:maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you talked to 6?: 10 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 18's favorite band? spider? i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does 4 have any siblings?: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date 1?: iguess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date 7?: iguess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is 15 single?: single. but scandalous. what can i say. my step daughter. learns after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what is 19s last name?: elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 3's middle name?: satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 10's fantasy?: doorknobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?:pug + elf. can la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What school does 16 go to?: MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What school does 1 go to?: MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where does 9 live?:ALjuinied. told u aljuinied was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you make out with 13?: just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are 5 and 6 best friends? : good frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is 20 older than you?: louder. yes. older. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is 4 the sexiest bitch alive?:yalayala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is 17 your ex?i wished. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do you ever see yourself with 12 and 18? 12? HA!. 18's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how is 2 ? constant drumma. hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113127496561404094?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113127496561404094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113127496561404094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113127496561404094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113127496561404094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/wessslim.html' title='wessslim'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-113067511028481570</id><published>2005-10-30T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:25:10.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a</title><content type='html'>who are you to decide who gets retained and who gets promoted.&lt;br /&gt;DOH. i forgot. the principal.&lt;br /&gt;you mean the one with the headphone hairdoes covering her. i eman his ears so you can rant fuck you and the he/she can neer hear.&lt;br /&gt;or the one with  longer side burns than the weasel we have for a vp.&lt;br /&gt;you better fucking read my blog. yes. you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making my friends retain.&lt;br /&gt;especially AUGUST 'ALIA and SYLVIA.&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw you. i thought you had a punch me face.&lt;br /&gt;but you became more than a bro to me. august. i pray you'll get advanced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-113067511028481570?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113067511028481570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=113067511028481570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113067511028481570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/113067511028481570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='a'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112981807827334889</id><published>2005-10-20T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:21:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>i hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;of nott getting promoted with friends i actually care about in class and in school.&lt;br /&gt;of gettin cold reactions from some people for godkknowswhat.&lt;br /&gt;of being mean to you in the past and getting my just retribution these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;ihatelife.&lt;br /&gt;ihateyou.&lt;br /&gt;satan has no balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8196531.post-112972192253075067</id><published>2005-10-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T04:38:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pddp</title><content type='html'>i'm just so unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;from people claiming i have attitude problems...&lt;br /&gt;to friends leaking out secrets....&lt;br /&gt;and to you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its my fault.. but still . i cant take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112972192253075067?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112972192253075067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112972192253075067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112972192253075067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112972192253075067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/pddp.html' title='pddp'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112956091128666783</id><published>2005-10-17T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:55:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saas</title><content type='html'>[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;ermstop sending me offensive pictures please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I think it freaks me out more than how I freak my beloved Geraldine out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its true. sex talks.&lt;br /&gt;the only way  to prevent our friend elvis from disturbing me. is to send him sexually related emotioncons. go wank elvis. you the king. meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112956091128666783?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112956091128666783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112956091128666783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112956091128666783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112956091128666783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/saas.html' title='saas'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112955607115666517</id><published>2005-10-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:34:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bozo</title><content type='html'>i got E for math. E overall. HHAHAS!!! in your face miss chua.&lt;br /&gt;went plaza sing with euodia anand and isabel after dissing classes with anand to watch kill bill and legally blonde in the library. man. now we figured what to do till school closes. movie marathon in the library with mcs pple. hilmy and faris crack me up with their actor-wannabe skills by reading off the subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;someone's a chinese scholar eh.&lt;br /&gt;and dont worry isabel. i;ll BEAT you in chink.&lt;br /&gt;those kawaii bands were selling for like 18 bucks in spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;me and anand "bought" three of them.&lt;br /&gt;"bought". go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112955607115666517?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112955607115666517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112955607115666517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112955607115666517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112955607115666517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/bozo.html' title='bozo'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112947162225290691</id><published>2005-10-16T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T07:07:02.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aass</title><content type='html'>[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're no fucking Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just felt that I had to correct that, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I am Elvis! The king, pal!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Don't shame me.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;So the Measure for Measure debate how?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;no, you're suppose to acknowledge my fame and talent.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;got you there, my man.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm shaking.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;shake to my music, pal&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;increase your groove and shake it right up to the max!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;do it my (Elvis's) way!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hee hah, hee hah!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;that ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;wad u want.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;is that the way to speak to Elvis the king?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I demand RESPECT!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Janna, what about the Measure for Measure debate?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;measure your di ck la&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's on Tuesday, and none of us, including your beloved Sarah and Xiang Jun, has actually done anythingabout it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, pal, that greatly offends me.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;izzat any way to speak to the KING?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;YA o k. get a life. go do some dancing.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;pal, I'm living on the moon, baby.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;and I dance for a living.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;YES. you dance. you noe wad. go try bhangara.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;you should listen to my Heartbreak Hotel someday.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;it'll really blow you away.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;What's bhangara?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;issit even on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;shaddup. i beg you . pls. i'm a geek. leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt; then, pal.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;did I put you in a real bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;if I did, then&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;ki ss my as s la.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;F*** OFF, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;fu ck&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;thats how u spell it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll rather kiss Geraldine a hundred times in front of the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty refined gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;so I censor my words.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;all hail elvis.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;me ow&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's the way, my man!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt; tmr then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls teach me how to dance. i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112947162225290691?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112947162225290691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112947162225290691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112947162225290691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112947162225290691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/aass.html' title='aass'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112947161942914842</id><published>2005-10-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T07:06:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're no fucking Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just felt that I had to correct that, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I am Elvis! The king, pal!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Don't shame me.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;So the Measure for Measure debate how?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;no, you're suppose to acknowledge my fame and talent.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;got you there, my man.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm shaking.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;shake to my music, pal&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;increase your groove and shake it right up to the max!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;do it my (Elvis's) way!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hee hah, hee hah!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;that ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;wad u want.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;is that the way to speak to Elvis the king?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I demand RESPECT!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Janna, what about the Measure for Measure debate?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;measure your di ck la&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's on Tuesday, and none of us, including your beloved Sarah and Xiang Jun, has actually done anythingabout it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, pal, that greatly offends me.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;izzat any way to speak to the KING?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;YA o k. get a life. go do some dancing.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;pal, I'm living on the moon, baby.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;and I dance for a living.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;YES. you dance. you noe wad. go try bhangara.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;you should listen to my Heartbreak Hotel someday.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;it'll really blow you away.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;What's bhangara?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;issit even on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;shaddup. i beg you . pls. i'm a geek. leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt; then, pal.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;did I put you in a real bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;if I did, then&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;ki ss my as s la.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;F*** OFF, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;fu ck&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;thats how u spell it.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll rather kiss Geraldine a hundred times in front of the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty refined gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;so I censor my words.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;all hail elvis.&lt;br /&gt;the fake sound of progress says:&lt;br /&gt;me ow&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's the way, my man!&lt;br /&gt;[Tobias] Love is when you desire not for her heart but for her happiness. says:&lt;br /&gt; tmr then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls teach me how to dance. i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112947161942914842?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112947161942914842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112947161942914842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112947161942914842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112947161942914842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/tobias-love-is-when-you-desire-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112886765238502476</id><published>2005-10-09T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:20:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damm</title><content type='html'>isabel anand tanya sabrina joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt replace anything in the world for your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnx for being there when i reallie needed you guys the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112886765238502476?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112886765238502476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112886765238502476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112886765238502476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112886765238502476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/damm.html' title='damm'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112860480013598457</id><published>2005-10-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:20:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me and hafiz had a heart to heart chat from 4 to 530. just me. and him.&lt;br /&gt;him and me. him beside me. me beside him. ahh . what fun.&lt;br /&gt;and there was practically no one in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing about chemisty and "chemistry".&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;the male atanomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112860480013598457?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196531.post-112850922924533197</id><published>2005-10-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:47:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crankberry</title><content type='html'>friendship. fickle piece of thrash.&lt;br /&gt;its times like this you realize who your true friends in mj are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's over. you can keep your ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112850922924533197?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112850922924533197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112850922924533197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112850922924533197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112850922924533197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/crankberry.html' title='crankberry'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112799418929881977</id><published>2005-09-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:43:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brink of  death</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#31E4FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94F1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/boy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Speed Enigma&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Ants&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Ice Gun&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112799418929881977?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112799418929881977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112799418929881977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799418929881977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799418929881977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/brink-of-death.html' title='brink of  death'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112799442978409642</id><published>2005-09-29T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:47:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/nicole-kidman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939234&amp;amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid"&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112799442978409642?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112799442978409642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112799442978409642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799442978409642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799442978409642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-musical-tastes-match-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112799432429289051</id><published>2005-09-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:45:28.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.That doesn't mean you don't rock out...You just rock out with meaning.For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112799432429289051?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112799432429289051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112799432429289051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799432429289051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799432429289051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/rock.html' title='rock'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112799379962718339</id><published>2005-09-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:36:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/prized-object.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112799379962718339?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112799379962718339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112799379962718339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799379962718339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112799379962718339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/asas.html' title='asas'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112796514174024562</id><published>2005-09-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:39:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you strike to incinerate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112796514174024562?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112796514174024562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112796514174024562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112796514174024562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112796514174024562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-strike-to-incinerate.html' title='you strike to incinerate.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112790650196213134</id><published>2005-09-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T04:21:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry isabel and tanya.&lt;br /&gt;about the sucidal messages. after sending them i realized i didnt want to reveal the real reason.. so the only thing i could think about was my globe slippers which got lost last week. sulks. so to make up. i'll get the both of you marshmallowsss. so i can get myseld a packet on the way. but it's true. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i basically locked myself in my room in the noon. and did differentiation and integration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulksulksulk.&lt;br /&gt;off to meet aiysha for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;toobusyforme.sulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112790650196213134?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112790650196213134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112790650196213134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112790650196213134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112790650196213134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112782295876996500</id><published>2005-09-27T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:09:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belated NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;EUODIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Black,Blue,Gold,Silver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blou your candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;buy dentures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;think about purple heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;argh. i'm so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112782295876996500?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112782295876996500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112782295876996500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112782295876996500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112782295876996500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/belated-not.html' title='belated NOT'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112765783170924827</id><published>2005-09-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:17:11.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah</title><content type='html'>yesterdayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;erms. chilled with farzanna zul hilmi and moose in school before meeting isabel at tm. as usual. i was &lt;strong&gt;FASHIONABLY&lt;/strong&gt; late. thanks for the movie treat, and the popcorn, and the coke, and the corndogs isabel. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;the epitome of the day, isabel's dengue fever. hahas&lt;br /&gt;isabel chose to watch a sound of thunder.. i only like shows like sharkboy and lava girl, or a series of unfortunate events, or other rated G shows. not A SOUND OF THUNDER. hahas. it makes me intellectually challenged at times cause its hard to keep up with the storylineeee. and the movie is so budget la. there are only three kinds of dinosaurs in there. the tyranosaurus rex which keeps appearing and then dropping into the quicksand, the baboon faced lizard tailed luaosaurous, and the flying oversized bats. oh ya. and the BUTTERFLY!!!&gt; hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and isabel went hunting for gold stuff. its ah ma-ish. gold = warped sense of fashion. doesnt mean warped = to wierd/ugly... just warped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed to east coast to crash melissa's bbq. hahas.  at least some people BOTHER to roast marshmallows. and nutella.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;upset. sulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112765783170924827?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112765783170924827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112765783170924827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112765783170924827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112765783170924827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleah.html' title='bleah'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112747556686531358</id><published>2005-09-23T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:39:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sulk</title><content type='html'>i hate my ego. pride. whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm not proud regarding that issue at all.&lt;br /&gt;its my HORMONES! fluctuating pms.&lt;br /&gt;  caught nightwatch with anand adele sam and his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;now for dinner with the punks. PLEASE make me drunk joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112747556686531358?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112747556686531358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112747556686531358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112747556686531358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112747556686531358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sulk_23.html' title='sulk'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112730291055270634</id><published>2005-09-21T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:41:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>argh. tanya says i have to change out of my school uni to dinner with her. before i leave. quick update.&lt;br /&gt;went out with isabel and anand to town. when the 2 went galaventing in hagen daaz...... i met hafiz in town to go look for the hot girl. hahas . you cheeky bastard you better read my blog. she's HOT . sheebaa. ahahs. then me and isabel sprayed . no  i sprayed isabel with deodrent while anand was having his haircut. isabel was reading DIRTY MAGAZINES.  chh chh chh.      &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to use an isabel on this entry as well. hahas. oh but before that. I FOUND STEFANIE'S DRACULALALALALALA. hahas. at least i made one person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways. i really really really enjoy every monent out with you. but when there are others. its just so different. i know i've been being a stoopid jerk of late. argh. i think its my hormmones. sulksullksulk. thanks for the hair clip anways. you rock ovvver any other girl in mj. even miss k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112730291055270634?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112730291055270634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112730291055270634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112730291055270634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112730291055270634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad_21.html' title='sad'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112730212659559713</id><published>2005-09-21T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:28:46.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112730212659559713?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112730212659559713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112730212659559713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112730212659559713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112730212659559713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112721969907950788</id><published>2005-09-20T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T05:34:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jeremy. you bloody wuss you.&lt;br /&gt;updates for everyone. jeremy pissed me so bad i went to look for him after school. he started bitching to pple about how criminally intimidating i was and how i was way out of his league. ya i am. your league. not mine. anyways.........when i went up to him. he started inching his steps backwards... and then he commented that my brain was denser than mercury. DOH!. so dense people cant talk well right. soooo. i gave him a slight push. i gave faith the same push to demonstrate wad i did. the next thing i knew. he crouched. and kept looking out for my next action. he ran. facing me that is. so  he was running backwards la. and went to tell three teachers he's being bullied.&lt;br /&gt;wuss. i shant waste my time and blog abt you more.&lt;br /&gt;just make sure when larissa gets raped. you dont get your mom to fling her handbag at the rapist. and you didnt come to school today. i wont bite dammit. i dont want to be infected with conluagavitis or whatever roams in your egositical blood.&lt;br /&gt;since everyone hates you now. you start bossing around in college pubs. go make babies with michelle la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112721969907950788?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112721969907950788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112721969907950788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112721969907950788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112721969907950788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112703335429936130</id><published>2005-09-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:49:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad you were born without a brain. sheesh would i be so stupid so as to post my name or leave any trace that would lead to me if i wanted to tamper with your blog? for the matter, i don't read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;fu cking liar&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;you blurted out isabel's blog the other time&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;accuse me all you like.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;that was to tease her. you konw what? forget it. what's the point in maintaining my innocence. you're as dense as mercury and steel combined.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;if you've got issues&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;i dare you to take it up to school authorities.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;stop coming online and throwing threats at me&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;scardey cat&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;go ahead. taunt me.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;you know what, do what you like.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy* like a lily among thorns/is my darling among the maidens (sng3:3) says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll use the worst swear word ever&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful letdown says:&lt;br /&gt;LUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achool authorities   . HA!&gt; i'll authoritize you tml baby.&lt;br /&gt;i meannn it.. muaahahahhas. unless you gimme marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and liting caught the longest yard yesterday btw.&lt;br /&gt;the show rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haahs. gimmme a D. gimme a I. gimme  a C. forget it..&lt;br /&gt;hahas. that's in the show as well. not LYING&gt; muahahahs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112703335429936130?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112703335429936130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112703335429936130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112703335429936130'/><link rel='self' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196531.post-112619259845421763</id><published>2005-09-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:16:38.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think amelia's drunk&lt;br /&gt;1stly. she sent me 73 nudges. figures not made up amelia.&lt;br /&gt;and then the interesting convo.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;jana!&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you! muahaha&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;say back lah&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;i lurve euu. .&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;for fun..&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;no argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sign of drunkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;jana&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go man&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;see yu!&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;go on...&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;my phone is retarded&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;wad does&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;phone&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;my phone is being a bitch&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;have to do&lt;br /&gt;killadelphia says:&lt;br /&gt;with msn&lt;br /&gt;she lives in the black says:&lt;br /&gt;i have to kick it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love u amelia.&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;woodbridge's too far from mj. hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112619259845421763?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112619259845421763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112619259845421763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112619259845421763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112619259845421763'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196531.post-112592092972306066</id><published>2005-09-05T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:48:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thailanddd</title><content type='html'>today was wicked.&lt;br /&gt;anand isabel amelia august and me met at tm at 9.30 to play pool. stef pang seh. this means i get more chocolate flakes. muahahahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;me and isabel are so good at pool. the other 3 are jealous of us.&lt;br /&gt;me and august had a heart to heart convo bout common interests while the rest were in the nokia shop.&lt;br /&gt;went back school for a while to "study". then half an hour laterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;met euodia in town. she just got back from thailand and she showed me this carabet broucher featuring bapoks. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;we took NEOPRInTS. eew. i sound so bimbotic. and she said whatever 30 times in an hour. utter bimboness..&lt;br /&gt;then she went for lunch with her grandma.  i mean dinner. and i went dinner with clarissawho just got down from aussie. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and no simy. i wasnt the one u saw in the train. doppleganger? evil twin?. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112592092972306066?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112592092972306066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112592092972306066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112592092972306066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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calling someone a footstool. you're no better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;sylvia's fun to sit beside. she doesnt make me suffer boredom during chinese.&lt;br /&gt;andd.. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;gtg jam in an hour's.&lt;br /&gt;rmb my sex change doctor euodia. heh. the phone's a lil boring nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112566026729214094?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112566026729214094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112566026729214094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112566026729214094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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RELAKU PUJUK. we doin that for soiree aye mikes. heh&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's only one was a blast . lunch with euodia. ended up pullin liting azlyn joanne anand and sukina. and nat. wicked blast.&lt;br /&gt;i love relaku pujukkkk!&lt;br /&gt;and hotel californai for soiree. yayness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112548645214845742?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112548645214845742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112548645214845742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112548645214845742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112548645214845742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/doh.html' title='doh'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112496775450267005</id><published>2005-08-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T04:02:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck. fuck has never been so fuck before this year</title><content type='html'>fuck.&lt;br /&gt;my form teacher. no .. SHE thought i cheated for math test just because i got A for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;wad the fuck is her problem&lt;br /&gt;she called me after school. and started telling me that she thinks i cheated and what not.&lt;br /&gt;this is fucking in your face. and you better read my blog. i dont care...&lt;br /&gt;argh. i havent been cursing for a long time. but this. this is the limit.&lt;br /&gt;and then two fuckin UGLY bitches. downright ugly. bitches... started bitching to my teacher about how me and sarah havent been doin much work with them in our pw group. we fuckin do the surveys and the calls. and they just sit in their nerdy chairs with their skirts dropping all over the floor cause its so bloody long and they start accusing us. FUCK YOU!.&lt;br /&gt;its like a maelstorm of emotions have overwhelmed me la.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a billion other friends in mj itself to care about the fucking nerds in my class .&lt;br /&gt;and the retainees. dont act all so high and mighty and feel smarter than us. cause you guys have done it before. so suck sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah shehnas yijun joanne sharissa joyce. if not for you guys. tutorials would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;so FUCK OFF to all the other bitches. especially the sexually deprived gay. go find balls or sth.&lt;br /&gt;and for the one who's deprived of deodrent. get one. no the whole pack. dont make me wrinch my nose in class because of you. FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112496775450267005?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112496775450267005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112496775450267005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112496775450267005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112496775450267005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuck-fuck-has-never-been-so-fuck.html' title='fuck. fuck has never been so fuck before this year'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112462015060936524</id><published>2005-08-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:29:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dadum</title><content type='html'>props&lt;br /&gt;only one major advancement yesterday. now we're the BEST band. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. 2hrs of jamming yesterday was sweettte.&lt;br /&gt;especially euodia's violin solo.&lt;br /&gt;and me and moose's sturmmin for one another. as in i strum his guitar while he's playin and vice versa. cool eh&lt;br /&gt;and adrian's sassy bass slides.&lt;br /&gt;hafiz's sleek drum roles and major cool snare beats.&lt;br /&gt;and of course. the voices of alia (kickass) and jon ma.&lt;br /&gt;and then on the train back me and euodia made fun of the three not so little pigs. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112462015060936524?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112462015060936524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112462015060936524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112462015060936524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112462015060936524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/dadum.html' title='dadum'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112419127794569126</id><published>2005-08-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:21:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mikes+mynah. no 'mynah. heh</title><content type='html'>yesterday was wicked.&lt;br /&gt;yea yea. so only one didnt turn out so well. but i bet we rocked better than our first practice . no our only practice. and it was a crash course for us on that day. we did ok. cept for the wierd fuzzy distortions. alia hafiz moose adrian euodia and the three house capts ('zat, jkhoo and ma). u guys rock. we'll just crash the house on tchr's day.&lt;br /&gt;vertigo. ola. heh. u guys the bomb. especially kenneth's bass .&lt;br /&gt;thanky you for lovin me. solo baik eh. heh. of COURSE. cause. i'm the guitarist. he.h kiddin. but i think that was the best performance la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112419127794569126?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112419127794569126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112419127794569126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112419127794569126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112419127794569126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/mikesmynah-no-mynah-heh.html' title='mikes+mynah. no &apos;mynah. heh'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112368144776617911</id><published>2005-08-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:44:07.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doorstop fantasies</title><content type='html'>havent been blogging much. hell i havent been coming home much. fun filled week with chalets, macbeth, friends. and most importantly. guitar vodka and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erm. epitome of the day.............. OH!. soccer. heh. my prayers work dammit. and then festival of praise. it seriously helped me with th e comments i got from my form teacher on saturday durin MTPS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday and Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came to school. my teacher didnt bitch about me. i got excellent for conduct. and one helluva basket of good remarks. this and that, heh. After that had our final dikir practice. Awok2 and tarian. memoirs of my mj life. dejavu please. we should do it again. heh. anyways. nalu nearly fainted and all due to our satanic tactics. heh. vs tradition. after that me and my black bro anand headed to town to get the hairs done. rushed back to his place to change. OH YA HE's MY COUSIN.. we're black rmb. then we rushed to cine to meet liting,vanessa,jkhoo,alexis,joanne,and SMURF... our bad cause we made them wait. had jap food which wasnt HALAL. SIGH. heh. 'fther that. sarah azlyn and sukhina came. we rushed to clark quay. cause we were kinda late for macbeth... me and vanessa had long legs so we ended up walkin slower than YIJUN. hahas. first half of macbeth. was sitted between ben and adrian which wasnt such a bad thing until mr.right had to shh me. like wtf joseph. its not school. so i went over to the noisy side during the second half. liting me azlyn vanessa sukhina moose and sarah had the bitvhin and the laughin going on. wasted adrian not there dammit. and anand was sitted beside. ISABELLE. which is perfectly normal because its normal.  i guess. anyways when macbeth ended. we had loads of photo taking going on. then yijun's parents drove me and joanne to somerset mrt station. joanne was i n a rush. so after hanging a while. i got down and headed for my aunts party at downtown east. i freakin reached there at 12.40. so cold. so dark. too bad no sassy vampires to guide me. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh. the party was fun. cousins and all. but i was beat by the whole day's events. and besides my mom was there so no vodka for me. onli WINE!!!got up next day. headed for third service in ncc with my cousins. then headed home. jammed a while. and then home at 12 plus. . again!(thank god my parents are in a good mood these few days. who knows wad they're doing behind closed doors. heh. iwant a baby dog!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;days of stomach aches due to prolonged laughter from nalu's voice had finally come to pass. all dressed and ready to kick ass. performance in the hall and lt was wicked.awok2 has become a part of my life. incessant clappings at bus stops (anand can testify) has become part and parcel of my life. tarian was wicked as well. farzannah shake that booty man. you can dance. heh. no sarcasm. hung with alia and co. for a short while. then me euodia anand and isabelle headed to town. the pairing shit was a big bull. reverse psychology eh . heh but we had fun sharing fries in unison in front of jeremy and his SAJ2 stead. hahas. me and euodia left the COUPLE as we had bbqs to attend. bbq with u guys made my day. after 3 mths. all of us finally back together. rebels for life. guess wad time i got home again?. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slept the whole moring cum afternoon. euodia wasnt free. so i went to jam. yayness. then went town. got a pair of volcoms. and headed home at 10.!!!! miracle eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met faith and sylviaa in the morningggg. to MUG. guess wad. we dint. i dint. heh. we saw azlyn and my step daughter. but they had project. AWWW. so me faith and sylviaa headed to the airport. then guess who came. the couple of the year. heh. anand and isabelle. me and anand kept intruding into people's conversations. heh. how fun . then me faith and sylviaa went to raid the candy shop. heh. sylviaa left and me and faith took the train back home. faith kept sneezing. awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came home. changed. came online for a while. practised a lil guitar on the net then met tiffany for dinner .heh. and i'm HOME!!!. the earliest. 9 plussssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope all 3 performances of mine. alia's band. augusts'  band and moose's will make it for tchr's day... and the latest performance i just discovered i'm in by defauly. 05s403. heh. u guys rock on oi!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh wa bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112368144776617911?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112368144776617911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112368144776617911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112368144776617911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112368144776617911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/doorstop-fantasies.html' title='doorstop fantasies'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112367913092829251</id><published>2005-08-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:05:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumdeedumdee. FUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112367913092829251?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112367913092829251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112367913092829251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112367913092829251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112367913092829251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/dumdeedumdee-fuck.html' title='dumdeedumdee. FUCK!'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112278879243039519</id><published>2005-07-31T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:46:32.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>correction. after further observation. amelia is hot even if she doesnt touch herself.&lt;br /&gt;the touchin just makes you hotter amelia.&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;entertain me in collge pubs. hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112278879243039519?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112278879243039519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112278879243039519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112278879243039519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112278879243039519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_31.html' title='...'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112268703439998974</id><published>2005-07-30T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:30:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya. and on a note from sarah's blog&lt;br /&gt;i too dont fucking care wad kinda mind games you play in class.&lt;br /&gt;i've got too many friends to care about than to even think the faintest idea about you. no correction. you guys.&lt;br /&gt;class politics' just not for you. and i dont wish to take part in any of your childish games. eew.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my class.&lt;br /&gt;if not for yijun, joanne, sharissa, joyce and most importantly sarah,(lusting grace)  (i'll rot in that god forsaken class during tutorials.)&lt;br /&gt;peace to all. except those i hate so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112268703439998974?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112268703439998974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112268703439998974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112268703439998974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112268703439998974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112268647210903612</id><published>2005-07-30T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:21:12.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ibblybibblyboo</title><content type='html'>heh.. firstly.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the 142 messages (tanya first, faith last. heh)&lt;br /&gt;heh. as for MJ. thanks for the PEADOPHILE CAP alyn,stepdaughter,vanessa(my favouritest present. if thats a word.)&lt;br /&gt;body shop scrub euodia. (metrometro)&lt;br /&gt;horny keychain(moose u the man)&lt;br /&gt;funky emo specs sherry....&lt;br /&gt;atticus tee karen&lt;br /&gt;heh. oh and thnx for the 14 punches adrian , 4 punches jon, 10 punches adele, 2 slaps alia, 3 hooks hilmi, 2 slaps farzannah.. and the. you know where punch anand.&lt;br /&gt;tanya. thanks for the topshop bag. heh.&lt;br /&gt;michelle... fourskins tee. yay&lt;br /&gt;zach... volcom pants.&lt;br /&gt;bimbo 4.... vans slippers.&lt;br /&gt;ben and tiffanyand sarah.... vans slip ons.&lt;br /&gt;and to my dad who never learns his lesson. the ipod mini. i'll break it again&lt;br /&gt;hahas. mom. addidas sweat shirt. and my granny. yet to come. but i'm sure i'll cut that rich throat of hers. she loaded. her AMEX pin is 773911. hahas serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was a blast. after dikir rushed home. changed.... got to blue moon club. relatives after relatives. presents afte r presents. vodka after vodka(SECRETLY). heh and scotch. eew&lt;br /&gt;friday. towned with faith. hahas. we told anand top shop had 70 percent storewide disc. but it was actually up to 70 percent. faith left out that minute detail. hhaas anand was pissed cause he rushed home. skipped pe. and headed for town. muahahahas . i got a famous tee and rip curl slippers. satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;then parted ways with faith to head for a chalet at downtown.&lt;br /&gt;tanya drank long island tea .. 3 bottles. heh.&lt;br /&gt;zach and me kept playin pool and didnt allow the last ball to go in. ao it was kida continuous. until that guard chased us off. boo hoo&lt;br /&gt;i got 13 punches there. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;and i left at 6am. and here i am now.  bloggin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112268647210903612?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112268647210903612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112268647210903612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112268647210903612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112268647210903612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/ibblybibblyboo.html' title='ibblybibblyboo'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112220537341010945</id><published>2005-07-24T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:42:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erms</title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;i got home at 6am today from rave.&lt;br /&gt;my parents didn t scold me.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. iamgonnaclublessasoftoday.iwannamugandmugandmugandmugandeatnutella.&lt;br /&gt;euodia. rmb. i want your blood. muahahahahs&lt;br /&gt;and thnx for the prezzies joel, tanya, ben, fcuklings(isnt that a nice name. awww), amelia.. SO FAr. hahas more more more. nah i'm kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;i found out i have roots traced to translvanyia . i think&lt;br /&gt;cause i got reallie sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;and i always keep biting.&lt;br /&gt;and blood smells quite ok to me.&lt;br /&gt;help?. no help yourselves. MUAHAHAHAHAHs (with the cheesy italian accent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112220537341010945?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112220537341010945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112220537341010945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112220537341010945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112220537341010945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/erms.html' title='erms'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112211680372273006</id><published>2005-07-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T04:06:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bobthebuilder.</title><content type='html'>heh. fruitful day. not that i studied or anything&lt;br /&gt;went school.&lt;br /&gt;then shazar's house for dikir pract.&lt;br /&gt;then me adrian and jon ma left early . me and adrian headed for town. jon ma went outram for blood donation with euodia which i backed out cause i am AFRAID of needles. not piercings. just needles.&lt;br /&gt;MOCK ME.&lt;br /&gt;met adele.&lt;br /&gt;then li ting.&lt;br /&gt;and long awaitedly... vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;they do look hot in outside clothes.. (repeat after me.. JANA LOOKS HOT IN EYELINER) thankiews.&lt;br /&gt;heh. they said i looked pretty. think  francis. eew.heh&lt;br /&gt;then my aunt and cousin from aussie were in my hse. and were leavin soon so  i headeed home while adrian went home and vanessa was waitin for her parents for dinner while liting accompanied her.&lt;br /&gt;adrian. my shoe sense rocks. NEH.&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S next THURSDAY. heh. loads of prezziesssss.&lt;br /&gt;and that top vanessa. i'm gettin it. no two ways about it.&lt;br /&gt;euodia.. cuoldnt u stay in town just a wee bit longer. heh.&lt;br /&gt;oh we missed out on laughs canuse annand and nalu dint turn up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super random.&lt;br /&gt;chijmes at 10.. i gtta get dressin soon.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. EYELINER.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are the best ever. i enjoyed myself today.  rock on players.&lt;br /&gt;heh. and oh ya. azlyn's birthday;s on mon. pre advanced belated anarchial greetings.&lt;br /&gt;we should celebrate, heh.&lt;br /&gt;peace out for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112211680372273006?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112211680372273006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112211680372273006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112211680372273006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112211680372273006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/bobthebuilder.html' title='bobthebuilder.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112185903168732696</id><published>2005-07-20T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T04:30:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>collgege pubs. well no. my grp of college pubs is cool. the "soiree" grp.&lt;br /&gt;me. euodia(royalty), amelia, jeremy lua(i guess) and wan wen.&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;off to east coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112185903168732696?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112185903168732696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112185903168732696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112185903168732696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112185903168732696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112169312245781700</id><published>2005-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T06:45:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i'm rushin for dinner in ecp with my family then with tiff. so i'll give a damm brief description on today's day . today's day.? nvm.&lt;br /&gt;today was whack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annand got analized.&lt;br /&gt;i said lear has 3 daughters and the whole class started laughin&lt;br /&gt;priya kept smiling at me. WIERD. thunder thighs. heh&lt;br /&gt;ermm... nalu cranked me up&lt;br /&gt;adrian loves fatty chicken chops?&lt;br /&gt;joseph's granddad is actually a grandma? it gets wierder by the day&lt;br /&gt;yijun is HOT!.&lt;br /&gt;andddd. sarah.. is a councillor.. like how cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;me and vanessa got stalked by. hot guitar boy&lt;br /&gt;azlyn drank coffee?&lt;br /&gt;sorry adele for the long wait. HAPPY?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i 'm damm random. cause i'm hungry. gtg now&lt;br /&gt;THIS GOES OUT TO YOU ANNAND!&lt;br /&gt;pls club after macbeth( with the friggin desperate indian accent)&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112169312245781700?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112169312245781700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112169312245781700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112169312245781700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112169312245781700'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'>bastard</title><content type='html'>i know i've been a bastard of late. the ipod shuffle incident. calvin's trip to spore. afro madness.&lt;br /&gt;but readin azlyn's blog has made me reminicise about you guyss. tribute to the punx.&lt;br /&gt;calvin. i miss your 3 balls.&lt;br /&gt;jimmy. my partner in flashing.&lt;br /&gt;daniel. mario?. u got my back alomst every other time.&lt;br /&gt;rico. manhood finally eh. u noe wad i mean. the jungle of life.&lt;br /&gt;afro. ya i know. we're not having a good patch now. but i'll never forget our walks home.&lt;br /&gt;ben. maggi. mole. you my dawg. we're gonna see all the upskirts this week. the final punk convert.&lt;br /&gt;brandon. no one can be more hornier stand up comedians than us. seperate paths. same objectives. upskirts.&lt;br /&gt;ian. partner in crime . from leslie to lam. patches in between bout the tchr's day gig. but i love  u still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we're goin to hell. we go together.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its heaven for us now. satan's afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112160382705773198?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112160382705773198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112160382705773198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112160382705773198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112160382705773198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/bastard.html' title='bastard'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112134645716402847</id><published>2005-07-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:20:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dikir b</title><content type='html'>dikir barat today was whack.&lt;br /&gt;its one of the milestones in mj life currently. annand jon ma adrian and me (non malays) together with a'dam izzat hilmy azhar. azar. and erm fee. (the malays). and nalu. (the whack).&lt;br /&gt;annand cracked me up and finally revealed. NO i saw for myself. the nalu theorem. hahas&lt;br /&gt;farzana was shakin that ass of hers. AHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. there are basically 4 grp of girls in school. heh. hot and preety.. hot and not pretty. pretty but not hot. and the gone cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot and preety&lt;br /&gt;farzanna&lt;br /&gt;jannah(me?.). heh.&lt;br /&gt;sonia&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;azlyn&lt;br /&gt;li ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot and not pretty&lt;br /&gt;rachel (she'll be striked off soon)&lt;br /&gt;li ping. (heh adrian)&lt;br /&gt;amelia(but if she stops touchin herself. she wont be hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty and not hot&lt;br /&gt;sukhina.&lt;br /&gt;kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;ruhaina.&lt;br /&gt;joanne.&lt;br /&gt;sze hwei&lt;br /&gt;andi&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone cases.&lt;br /&gt;well there's sth called my class. ruzaini.. he's got francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112134645716402847?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112134645716402847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112134645716402847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112134645716402847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112134645716402847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/dikir-b.html' title='dikir b'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112126285955854196</id><published>2005-07-14T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T06:54:19.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>depression&lt;br /&gt;soberity.&lt;br /&gt;i'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;you could see.&lt;br /&gt;fuckbag.&lt;br /&gt;stupid  track.&lt;br /&gt;make me.&lt;br /&gt;that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at poems.. but it basically colours my life.(i need the colour!)&lt;br /&gt;down down down down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112126285955854196?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112126285955854196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112126285955854196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112126285955854196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112126285955854196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/depression-soberity.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112125659084483984</id><published>2005-07-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:09:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fullstop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i screwed chinese oral. worse than you azlyn. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the mood to play dodgeball wasnt there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i sinked myself into oblivion. with a facade on my face. when joseph was gayin arnd with me on my way to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiffany treated me drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm still .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UPSET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its like the Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no As. more worse. fuck u satan. i'm not gonna talk to u .. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EVIL BITCH!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SATAN IS A MORON&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's got no balls. i mean it. SATAN HAS NO BALLS&gt; bring me the vamps satan. i wanna marry one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;satan is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm christian dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we should all condemm satan. he'll suffer in burning sulphur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh. i screwed chinese Os, i mean As. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112125659084483984?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112125659084483984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112125659084483984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112125659084483984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112125659084483984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/fullstop.html' title='fullstop'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112026145482251869</id><published>2005-07-02T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:44:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah</title><content type='html'>this holiday hasnt been much productive for my life. it was BORING.&lt;br /&gt;movies i caught so far&lt;br /&gt;Star wars episode 3&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith&lt;br /&gt;Batman Begins&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak(malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;Initial D&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubs i've been to&lt;br /&gt;Queens&lt;br /&gt;Indochine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings i've done&lt;br /&gt;ONE. but its closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parties&lt;br /&gt;2. turnoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalets&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since the exams are over.. life. here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112026145482251869?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112026145482251869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112026145482251869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112026145482251869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112026145482251869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/bleah.html' title='bleah'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112026073141799079</id><published>2005-07-02T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:32:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>,</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt; - You know what your goals are and you pursue them vigourously. Achieving success is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stylish&lt;/b&gt; - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about her appearance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outgoing&lt;/b&gt; - Shy and timid people are not who you are after. You need someone with a vibrant personality to breathe life into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps her body in top shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religious&lt;/b&gt; - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Stylish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Religious&lt;br /&gt;5. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;6. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny&lt;br /&gt;8. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;9. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;10. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Outgoing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Religious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;5. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;6. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny&lt;br /&gt;8. Practical&lt;br /&gt;9. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;10. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Online &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Profile&lt;/a&gt; Quiz at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112026073141799079?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112026073141799079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112026073141799079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112026073141799079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112026073141799079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=','/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-112013081221525058</id><published>2005-06-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:26:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mj GOOD</title><content type='html'>ok. so lit is the only subject i'im confident for not passin at the AO standard. as in fifty percent of AO. serious. math. screwed. chem. fucked. chinese. no longer virgin.&lt;br /&gt;i got soccer in 50 mins . hanged with moose, adrian, joseph, sukhina, li ting, vanessa, azlyn and myself. pizza hut's truth or dare was heartening. but the best part was me and adrian makin sarcastic remakrs against small kids playin the x box so we could get the console. we were braggin abt how we could get 100 000 points, bonus level.. crap.&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked around. town. vannessa's sociable.. like for someone i'm talkin to for the first time. boy does she have good social skills. the neoprint machine was high enough for joseph. cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;and the funniest part was rushin back home. adrian had  to reach home for dinner. and joseph did all the random things which maade adrian late. and moose hit me you know where in a damm packed train.  i needed to PEE. and there was four more stops. (azlyn it doesnt pay to make fun of people who rush to the toilet).. i did that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway s gtg soccer. peace out&lt;br /&gt;and a106 rocks. seriously. hahas. props.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-112013081221525058?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112013081221525058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=112013081221525058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112013081221525058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/112013081221525058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/mj-good.html' title='mj GOOD'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111987953413143086</id><published>2005-06-27T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:38:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brainish</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your brain: 140% interpersonal, 120% visual, 80% verbal, and 60% mathematical!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what kind of thinking you most enjoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how &lt;i&gt;interested&lt;/i&gt; you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;different kinds&lt;/span&gt; of thinkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matching Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't date someone if your &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;interpersonal percentages&lt;/span&gt; differ by more than &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;li&gt;Don't be friends with someone if your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;verbal percentages&lt;/span&gt; differ by more than &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;li&gt;Don't have sex with someone if their &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;math percentage&lt;/span&gt; is over &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;200%&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/704/510/7055112809383642671/mt1111506225.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="131" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20alt="free%20online%20dating"%20src="&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td%20width=19%20bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;a%20href="&lt;a%20href='&gt;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&lt;/a&gt;" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;87%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;interpersonal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="105" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20alt="free%20online%20dating"%20src="&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td%20width=45%20bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;a%20href="&lt;a%20href='&gt;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&lt;/a&gt;" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;70%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;visual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="89" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20alt="free%20online%20dating"%20src="&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td%20width=61%20bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;a%20href="&lt;a%20href='&gt;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&lt;/a&gt;" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;59%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;verbal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="54" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20alt="free%20online%20dating"%20src="&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td%20width=96%20bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;a%20href="&lt;a%20href='&gt;http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&lt;/a&gt;" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;36%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;mathematical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid="15273633770079357960'"&gt;The 4-Variable IQ Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid="7055112809383642671'"&gt;chriscoyne&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-111987953413143086?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111987953413143086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111987953413143086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111987953413143086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111987953413143086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/brainish.html' title='brainish'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111935647991769463</id><published>2005-06-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:02:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>studyin. again.</title><content type='html'>wow. da study group actually managed to study today. hahas. maybe its because of liting. feng shui better. hahas. anyways adrian, me. joseph. sze hwei (finally got ya name right dudette. always thought it was si). erm azlyn and li ting. started of muggin in school. and then shifted to downtown east bk without joseph. MAN. the flies there are as huge as d***s. i swear. and sprayin deodrent didnt work. FUCK addidas. these pple really make studyin fun for me, and the "study group" should crash town soon. occasionally. hahas. everyday . k i'm being hyped. but lets start with SOON first. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and then the soccer match. yea we won 3-0. thankiew rock god .&lt;br /&gt;so yeap. i'm left with loads of studyin... vodka... and my recent fetish(thanks for the influence azlyn.. argh).. milo powder. and a whole lot of swell in ma lips.&lt;br /&gt;towning. here i come tml.&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;yours anarchist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-111935647991769463?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111935647991769463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111935647991769463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111935647991769463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111935647991769463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/studyin-again.html' title='studyin. again.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111907205464742126</id><published>2005-06-18T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:20:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee bean</title><content type='html'>yeap adrian. i noe. 65 dollars piercin. but its killin my lip every darn second. ahahs. the things i do for accessorising my image. anyways. had fun "studyin" at the airport yesterday with adrain, azlyn and sze huei. i think i got that right. anand last minute no show. furg. hahas. from retarded wolves(seriously) to jar jar binks. u get them all at changi airport. more like changi zoo . i had to unleash my peadofile instincts. and where did they have to go?. CHILDERN's PLAYGROUND. mofo. hahas. i controlled. happy tans?.hahs. so after "studyin".. went over to tanya's place for ""studyin"". see. more inverted commas. u get the picture. probably town today and all. but i'm lookin forward to the next "study" session. hahas . tuesday i think. and this time. we gotta town azlyn. then u can go millenia walk. and get all ya candies. i take  uto the candy shop.hahas. so yeap. i'm finally bloggin. peace out.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try to work out my tagboard. cheebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-111907205464742126?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111907205464742126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111907205464742126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111907205464742126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111907205464742126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/coffee-bean.html' title='coffee bean'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111240627586650728</id><published>2005-04-01T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:44:35.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh. i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-111240627586650728?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111240627586650728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111240627586650728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111240627586650728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111240627586650728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/darkness.html' title='darkness.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111094177732698266</id><published>2005-03-15T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:56:17.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/XxSockHopViolencexX/1034378314_usicemokid.jpg" border="0" alt="emokid" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! You're a emo or indie kid. You have a&lt;br /&gt;strong appreciation for the music you love, and&lt;br /&gt;are in tune with your emotions. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/XxSockHopViolencexX/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Punk%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Kind Of Punk Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/XxSockHopViolencexX/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Punk%20Are%20You%3F&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-111094177732698266?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111094177732698266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111094177732698266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111094177732698266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111094177732698266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/emo-me.html' title='emo me'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-111042726205183828</id><published>2005-03-10T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:01:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;pls...&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/8196531-111042726205183828?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111042726205183828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=111042726205183828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111042726205183828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/111042726205183828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/blurts.html' title='blurts'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110964103089453360</id><published>2005-03-01T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:37:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anarchist&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    scored      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELEVEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea. and i got to stress on the word eleven. seriously, without god's grace, the eleven would see anoda zero behind it. HAHAs. and i seriously cant believe i got a 1 for combine. so the onli blood y fuckin C down there was the c5 i got for cheena. but heck . chin chin yea. hahas. so while the night was young, ok maybe a lil old, we rocked indo chine. MAN. the lime vodka there is like 10 percent lime. 90 percent vodka. like wtf man. its supposed to be lime vodka u stupid barista. HAHAS. but elated feelings left a side, i felt  a lil sad and guilty cause someone isnt satisfied with her rsutls. well, i hope she gets over it soon. please. till then. peace out&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/8196531-110964103089453360?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110964103089453360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110964103089453360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110964103089453360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110964103089453360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/tada_01.html' title='tada'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110964102354146611</id><published>2005-03-01T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:37:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anarchist&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    scored      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELEVEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea. and i got to stress on the word eleven. seriously, without god's grace, the eleven would see anoda zero behind it. HAHAs. and i seriously cant believe i got a 1 for combine. so the onli blood y fuckin C down there was the c5 i got for cheena. but heck . chin chin yea. hahas. so while the night was young, ok maybe a lil old, we rocked indo chine. MAN. the lime vodka there is like 10 percent lime. 90 percent vodka. like wtf man. its supposed to be lime vodka u stupid barista. HAHAS. but elated feelings left a side, i felt  a lil sad and guilty cause someone isnt satisfied with her rsutls. well, i hope she gets over it soon. please. till then. peace out&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/8196531-110964102354146611?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110964102354146611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110964102354146611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110964102354146611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110964102354146611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/tada.html' title='tada'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110812276983418832</id><published>2005-02-11T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:52:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k i'm bloggin.. &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY. shucks.&lt;/strong&gt; but its basically because of mother fuckin hurtful stuff. i'm not realie in the mood to write down every bloody thing which happened which made me sad and stuff. but this song'l lgive the props of how  i feel .give it up for good charlotte's ghost of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait until the endWhen the pendulum will swing back to theDarker side of our hearts bleedingI will save this empty spaceNext to me like it's a graveWhere I lay a place for us to sleep eternally togetherI am thereSearching forTraces ofWhat we were[refrain]The ghost of youIs all that I have leftIt's all that I have left of youTo holdI wake in the night to findThere's no one there but meAnd nothing left of what we were at all...So here I amPacing around this house againWith pictures of us livingOn these wallsI see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wonderingI'm wondering if it's you that I feelIf it's you that I feel here haunting me forever[refrain]And I'm not looking forAnything but usAnything but what we wereAnd I'm not asking forPainted memoriesI only want to know you're hererefrain x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110812276983418832?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110812276983418832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110812276983418832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110812276983418832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110812276983418832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/k-im-bloggin.html' title=''/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110569378738168449</id><published>2005-01-14T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:09:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wont throw cats.. ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate you tiffany......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahas. kiddin....... but you dared me to go hendrix.. your bad.. now i'm 'banned'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;k. so here's wad happened.. the broken 9 were nicely enjoying the atmosphere at notti nine.. and when we were about to go off. tiff insisted we pop by at hendrix... I HAVE A CURFEW ya noe. but i dont realie follow it. and tiff called me a chicken.. and i had a reputation. sooo. i tagged along... and the bloody bartender at hendrix added more vodka than lime in my vodka lime.. what happened then.. I got bloody tipsy.then at 12.30..  i realised that my curfew was meant to be at 11. so being too afraid to go home. i went over to tiff's..along with sabby, joel and sasi.. how i WISH i am an adult...... then the next day. when i stepped into the "house". or battlefield i should say. torrents of nagging fell through my ears..firstly.. i dint call home. secondly...... i was supposed to be back by 11... so a ban hasnt been lifted upon me yet.. but i can SENSE that life wont be getting any better for the nxt coupla days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea. but the gloomy atmosphere changed when princess called me last night.. and then i said the dumbest thing ever... that i threw a cat frm the 4th floor once... bearing in mind that she owns a cat.. god shoot me. arghh. but the convo was kinda amusing cause of the wad you doing part. ahahs.. yea. props to you princess. for brightening my day.. peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110569378738168449?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110569378738168449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110569378738168449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110569378738168449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110569378738168449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-wont-throw-cats-ever.html' title='i wont throw cats.. ever.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110510191369023529</id><published>2005-01-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:45:13.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vodoodalls</title><content type='html'>ok first and foremost. i'm comin over the shock from holly's hotness. i mean that pic was the bomb fbd. hahas. dint do much today. went over to town in the noon to check out if the adio shoes are out and guess what. they're not.. joy killer. and then i saw this cool pair of pumas.. but then again. i already got 2 pairs of pumas. so.. anoda joy killer. went over to hmv.. bought TAUFIK's cd. alas. finally. ahahs... man i tell u . the tracks rock. and then  i wanted to pop by bugis to that stupid ros and roy shop which made someone suffer blisters.. but i had ta go for my drums instead cause i dint go for make up class last week. so that's all abt my empty patheDICk life. sigh.. and i  need eyeliner princess. haahs. price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110510191369023529?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110510191369023529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110510191369023529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110510191369023529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110510191369023529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/vodoodalls.html' title='vodoodalls'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110492909326774397</id><published>2005-01-05T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T04:44:53.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shouldn't have scared Mr.M away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am FUCKING miserable.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stress on the word fucking yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just needa know wad  i did wrong. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110492909326774397?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110492909326774397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110492909326774397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110492909326774397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110492909326774397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-shouldnt-have-scared-mrm-away.html' title='i shouldn&apos;t have scared Mr.M away.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110458491428687594</id><published>2005-01-01T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T05:08:34.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>santa lied. god dint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is a tribute to all my indonesian friends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Calvin, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reynaldo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shirley, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Patricia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Melissa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Rico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and Jimmy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope that all of you dudes and dudettes are untouched by the tsunami.. especially meliisa and cal who live near the beach and all. rmb.. santa lied. christmas was a tradegy. DO NOT BELIEVE IN SANTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110458491428687594?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110458491428687594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110458491428687594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110458491428687594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110458491428687594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/santa-lied-god-dint.html' title='santa lied. god dint.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110432603865500815</id><published>2004-12-29T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T05:13:58.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>triple-decked yatch's mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIFF`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k.. i know the party's tml and all.. but i cant keep my hype down.... so today was an alright day i guess.. even though i couldnt do something which someone shld know abt. then i got pissed and all.. but the latter part of the day went smooth.. met up with the broken 9.. yea finally.. i'm glad we guys patched up ya..especially before tiffany's birthday.. with that behind us.. we headed to paragon.. and then to heeren.. adn finally. tada Far east.. hahas.. joel. i'm not jealous ok.. hurley rules over atticus.. BLEAH.. . so my hair's chestnut brown. wads the bigee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caught up with ali from sponge.. and guess wad.. i got a free sticker. hahas. headed down to carmen's house to chill.. and some truths kinda got displaced on msn messenger. but guess wad... i dont give a shit. i repeat shit.. i wont reveal who the informer was .. chill dawg.. but to those holier-than-thou chrch goin fukers out there.. dont disgrace god's temple for pete's sake.. the 411 is that.. u cant take my popularity.. i dont giva shit. u cant take my fashion sense so be it.. but BLEAH back to you...  because that's how much better off  i am. i might not be al that holier than you guys out there.. but at least i know that the chrches out there dont teach stuff like talking  behind one's bag. u gotta problem with me. u settle it with me. streetstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yea. enough with those has beens.. off to  tiff's post birthday dinner party now. so keep the ssoul. peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110432603865500815?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110432603865500815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110432603865500815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110432603865500815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110432603865500815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/triple-decked-yatchs-mine.html' title='triple-decked yatch&apos;s mine'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110292049855532398</id><published>2004-12-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:48:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slurp till death`</title><content type='html'>yeaps.. i'm finally updating. Thankiew kim and tiff for the advance christmas present.. does that mean i still get a present on christmas itself. hahas.. kiddin. the puma bg rockass.. haahs... So i'm not much of a LP fan yeaps.. but crash collison was major.. i mean like major with a capital M. JZ just brings the very essence of LP out.. so yeaps. its an ultra ultra cool CD. BUY!. SHOO .. GO BUY!&gt; hahas... yesterday was anoda ordinary day i guess.. hanged in suntec after service.. went  K BOX.. hahas.. too bad no vindicated there. hahas... and i had to sing stupid cheena songs.. why cant they have the 369 anthem... i think thats the onli song in cheena  i can sing. cause ian taught me the lines. hahas... after K boxin... headed down to taka... yeaps.. sadly no spendin for me yesterday.. except for food and all... can u believe it. i FINALLY REFRAINED from spending. ahahs. proud me.. . YAY for me. ahhas... I'm stuck at home today. slumping around.. i cant go out. cause like we have this dinner in the evening with the whole advanced family and all.. in some kinda indain pub and restaurant.. i'm just lookin forward to the vodka.. and all those rnb shit.. well . yeaps. thats abt all my mind can think of now. so peace. chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110292049855532398?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110292049855532398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110292049855532398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110292049855532398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110292049855532398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/slurp-till-death_13.html' title='slurp till death`'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110292048364371192</id><published>2004-12-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:48:03.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slurp till death`</title><content type='html'>yeaps.. i'm finally updating. Thankiew kim and tiff for the advance christmas present.. does that mean i still get a present on christmas itself. hahas.. kiddin. the puma bg rockass.. haahs... So i'm not much of a LP fan yeaps.. but crash collison was major.. i mean like major with a capital M. JZ just brings the very essence of LP out.. so yeaps. its an ultra ultra cool CD. BUY!. SHOO .. GO BUY!&gt; hahas... yesterday was anoda ordinary day i guess.. hanged in suntec after service.. went  K BOX.. hahas.. too bad no vindicated there. hahas... and i had to sing stupid cheena songs.. why cant they have the 369 anthem... i think thats the onli song in cheena  i can sing. cause ian taught me the lines. hahas... after K boxin... headed down to taka... yeaps.. sadly no spendin for me yesterday.. except for food and all... can u believe it. i FINALLY REFRAINED from spending. ahahs. proud me.. . YAY for me. ahhas... I'm stuck at home today. slumping around.. i cant go out. cause like we have this dinner in the evening with the whole advanced family and all.. in some kinda indain pub and restaurant.. i'm just lookin forward to the vodka.. and all those rnb shit.. well . yeaps. thats abt all my mind can think of now. so peace. chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110292048364371192?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110292048364371192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110292048364371192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110292048364371192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110292048364371192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/slurp-till-death.html' title='slurp till death`'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110239782504354418</id><published>2004-12-07T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:37:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINABALCK BIG BANG TODAY!!!!. HOLLA ME IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okaysss .. i've finally updated.. something way way WEIRD happened at home yesterday... I was home kinda early yesterday.. about 11.25 i think.. and when i opened the main door.. my whole family, all 7 of them started SHHHHHHHHing me. To my bloody amazement.. they were all engrossed with the season finale of ANTM(america's next top model).. I thought that show was onli meant for perverts like me.. hhahas... but anyways. the point is.. those goons were watchin it.. STUPID.. why couldn't mercedes win.. arghhhh.. So my trip to town wasnt al that bad.. got myself a pair of volcom slippers. the super cool ones which jess thinks are satannic.. they ARENT!.. hahas. . The rest of the day went suave... with the vodka and all.. My macbeth shoes arent in store yet.. and oh yes.. that means more waiting for my poor feet. . Oh the misery.... Soon headed to that bugis place which looks like a messsed up market.. BUT IS NOT.. . got a trucker cap there... did some cathcin up with matt, tthe shop owner.. yeaps.. that's abt all for wad happened yesterday... so till my next entry.. peace.. chao. \m/_.. 21daysleft`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110239782504354418?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110239782504354418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110239782504354418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110239782504354418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110239782504354418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/chinabalck-big-bang-today-holla-me-if_07.html' title='CHINABALCK BIG BANG TODAY!!!!. HOLLA ME IF YOU&apos;RE INTERESTED!'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110239755636453093</id><published>2004-12-07T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:32:36.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINABALCK BIG BANG TODAY!!!!. HOLLA ME IF YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okaysss .. i've finally updated.. something way way WEIRD happened at home yesterday... I was home kinda early yesterday.. about 11.25 i think.. and when i opened the main door.. my whole family, all 7 of them started SHHHHHHHHing me. To my bloody amazement.. they were all engrossed with the season finale of ANTM(america's next top model).. I thought that show was onli meant for perverts like me.. hhahas... but anyways. the point is.. those goons were watchin it.. STUPID.. why couldn't mercedes win.. arghhhh.. So my trip to town wasnt al that bad.. got myself a pair of volcom slippers. the super cool ones which jess thinks are satannic.. they ARENT!.. hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110239755636453093?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110239755636453093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110239755636453093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110239755636453093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110239755636453093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/12/chinabalck-big-bang-today-holla-me-if.html' title='CHINABALCK BIG BANG TODAY!!!!. HOLLA ME IF YOU'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-110093443505704460</id><published>2004-11-20T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:07:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness in town</title><content type='html'>yeaps...i'm finally bloggin... okies.. the Os are over... wwent to hang with 'SKA' yester. hahas. ... super cool man. especially u kim.. i couldnt believe u dared me to do such a thing... and of all movies to catch.. we had to catch shark tale.... once again props goes to kim. that movie SUCKS. dont watch it... hahas.... then we went round china black.. the EFFKING GUARD SAID I HAD A BABY FACE.. so clubbin was a no no for me.. thankfully martin's dad worked there.. so i managed to sneak.. i'm 16. how the hell do i have a baby face.. arghhhh... neways.. we hanged the whole nite in towwn. yeaps.. disturbin .. chattin.. and bonding i think.. but i felt a lil miserable though.... i&lt;br /&gt;at the rate i'm goin out.. my dad would have to mortgage the damn house... SHUCKS.... anyone with a job to recommend.. which pays more than 5 pathetic bucks per hour.. please holla me.. oh yeaps. i bought my hp yester.. . so if u guys messaged me b4 and i dint reply.. its because the bloody vibrator was LOST. sorrie peeps.. yeaps.. i'm feelin sick of town... hope u guys can think of somewhere else to hang.. hey..... popular doesnt sound so bad.. it has FHM magazines.. wahahahahhahas.. .kiddins.. yeaps. i'm abt done.. . so till next time.. chao.. peace.. and VOTE FOR TAUFIK!!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-110093443505704460?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110093443505704460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=110093443505704460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110093443505704460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/110093443505704460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/11/madness-in-town.html' title='Madness in town'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109783233585956329</id><published>2004-10-15T17:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:26:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is black.and the hearts are cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="280" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:16;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109783233585956329?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109783233585956329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109783233585956329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783233585956329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783233585956329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-is-blackand-hearts-a_109783233585956329.html' title='the world is black.and the hearts are cold.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109783231272992081</id><published>2004-10-15T17:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:25:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is black.and the hearts are cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="280px" bg border="1" border style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Go'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109783231272992081?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109783231272992081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109783231272992081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783231272992081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783231272992081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-is-blackand-hearts-a_109783231272992081.html' title='the world is black.and the hearts are cold.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109783225425133645</id><published>2004-10-15T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:24:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is black.and the hearts are cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="280px" bg border="1" border style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Go'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109783225425133645?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109783225425133645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109783225425133645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783225425133645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783225425133645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-is-blackand-hearts-are-cold_15.html' title='the world is black.and the hearts are cold.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109783224418864759</id><published>2004-10-15T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:24:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is black.and the hearts are cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="280px" bg border="1" border style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies 'n Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cookiecream.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Go'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109783224418864759?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109783224418864759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109783224418864759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783224418864759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109783224418864759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/world-is-blackand-hearts-are-cold.html' title='the world is black.and the hearts are cold.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109662929108819207</id><published>2004-10-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T04:16:32.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.. i'm a tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="The Tower Card" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Koshari/1072669034_otTheTower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the Tower card. The Tower represents a&lt;br /&gt;sudden, drastic change. This change can be&lt;br /&gt;incredibly freeing. It can be a change in the&lt;br /&gt;way you think, or a change in environment. The&lt;br /&gt;physical body may be healed of a long illness&lt;br /&gt;in a seemingly miraculous way. Dramatic change&lt;br /&gt;may lead you into a completely different career&lt;br /&gt;or lifestyle. On the negative side of things,&lt;br /&gt;you may suddenly lose your fortune or have an&lt;br /&gt;experience that shatters your sense of&lt;br /&gt;identity. The Tower that crumbles under the&lt;br /&gt;lightning bolt is the physical and may be&lt;br /&gt;indicative of some aspect of your physical&lt;br /&gt;world. But as the Tower crumbles it reveals a&lt;br /&gt;sturdier foundation, something which perhaps&lt;br /&gt;you did not expect but which, nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;arrives fully formed and strong into your life.&lt;br /&gt;Image from: The Ibis Tarot deck&lt;br /&gt;http://www.astroamerica.com/t-ibis.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Koshari/quizzes/Which%20Tarot%20Card%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crap.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. cant blog much.. achin hands.. chao peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109662929108819207?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109662929108819207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109662929108819207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109662929108819207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109662929108819207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow-im-tower_01.html' title='wow.. i&apos;m a tower'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109651854793168117</id><published>2004-09-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:42:46.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holls.. u goin for sum41?. i soo wanna go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo peepz.. it was the most f***ing day of my entire life. i shattered the glass pane in class..bled alot.. and i mean ALOT... blood dripped everywhere.. my dudes rushed me to the sickbay and kind miss wendy wong did some dressin for me.. at the clinic, i had 10 stithches.. 3 injections.. and so much bloodshed, i cant type anymore. achin hands. chao. peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109651854793168117?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109651854793168117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109651854793168117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109651854793168117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109651854793168117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/holls-u-goin-for-sum41-i-soo-wanna-go.html' title='holls.. u goin for sum41?. i soo wanna go.'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109627397380138527</id><published>2004-09-28T16:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:46:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>queen duff's birthday.. TMOMRROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahas.. i'm so hyped up abot hillary's birthday tml. hahas.. okae. anyways. the day has been dead borin from mornin till now.. i've only been playin the ps2. but things are gonna change. hahhas. i'm meetin up with my pri skool mates for pool later on at about 6. then steamboat. hahas. although i hate seafood... yeap.. thats about all. and rememer.. wish hillary happy birthday tomorrow. WISH. hahas. chao. peace.. \m/_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109627397380138527?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109627397380138527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109627397380138527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109627397380138527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109627397380138527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/queen-duffs-birthday-tmomrrow_28.html' title='queen duff&apos;s birthday.. TMOMRROW'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109620450731252290</id><published>2004-09-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:17:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VODKA ISNT BAD HOLLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo peepz.. havent been in town today. darn it.. nth much to say reallie.. o ya.. holly likes the Z monster. =p. Z. hahas.. holls.. vodka isnt bad for health.. wads wrng with vodka.. rrarrghh.. hhahas.. had to attend this stupid birthday party. no correction.. BURF day party.. so lame lor.. its my aunty's bdae. she's like 60 plus. wudda heck. so old still want bdae. count your days la. hahas.. kiddin.. i'm just pissed. so back to holly... she owes someone.. or shld i say the Z monster his mp3. muahahahahas... the excuse. "i forgot to return it. ". BAH. hahahs.. i seriously needa shop... needa please maself b4 the prelims results are released.. screwed bio an d phy.. dammit... o ya.. talkin bout dammit.. dammit by blink 182 is lkie the best sg ever.. except sgs by hillary duff. exempted. haahs.. yeap. thats about all.. .. chao . peace. rock on \m/_..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109620450731252290?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109620450731252290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109620450731252290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109620450731252290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109620450731252290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/vodka-isnt-bad-holly.html' title='VODKA ISNT BAD HOLLY'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109612025430546028</id><published>2004-09-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T06:55:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggin for doughnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the day went fab.. hahas.. have to give tanya and sabby the props.. met up with them at 3.30 at orchard mrt station.. headed down far east.. hahas.. home ground. caught up with some of my frens there. and i found out that one of them became a skin head.. major cool. had to follow tanya and sabrina to that stupi d hula shop so they can try on some earrings.. the shopkeeper was starrin at me so long.. as if i'm gay.. like wudda heck.. cant i enter a girl's shop.. its not like i'm in the bra section or sth.. hahas.. i then hooked round 77th street an d got this major cool bracelet with all those spikes on top. actually amos introed them to me on tchr's day..so punkish.. just wad i need.. hahas.. we then headed down to sake and gorged down to some good eatin. hahas.. p.s tanya free treat right.. kiddin. . spent like one hour walkin arnd aimlessly.. and headed back home.. bleah.. i reached home like 9 plus.. no kick......... wad happened on my way home gave me the shudders.. there was this ccrazy guy who like was talkin about murder to someone beside him.. and stangely.. i sensed someone beside him.. no kididn folks.. it was this immmense figure. but u just couldnt see it. As for those who know my background a lil better.. i'm not those kinda peeple who are afraid of ghastly stuff.. in fact i kick candles durin the 7th month to prove to my frens that there are no such things as ghosts.. because of Jesus ma Man up there.. constantly protectin me.. anyways.. wad he said reallie made me a lil bit frightened.. and this is comin from a guy who laughed in the theatre durin the filmin of ju on, the eye 2.. etcetra etcetra.. yea. so thats about all. too bad i dint meet jolene and co.{wgss gang}. hahas.. or regina. yeap.. so chao.. peace. and hillary duff rocks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109612025430546028?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109612025430546028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109612025430546028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109612025430546028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109612025430546028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/bloggin-for-doughnuts_25.html' title='bloggin for doughnuts'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109600629791954749</id><published>2004-09-23T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:22:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw jean danker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo peepz.. was at plaza sing after a maths taday... FINALLY.. last day of exams.. brandon suggested goin clubbin. but like wudda heck.. clubs open early in the morning?. cheepot. we jammed with the drumsets at plaza sing.. major cool... i finally improve d on my 16 beat drum beat... then headed on to the mrt station before i got the wildest surprisse of my life.. JEAN DANKER.. doing her shoot. .haahs.. if onli it was hillary duff.. but.. fair enough.. gtg peninsular to jam later in the evening.. yea.. whack those drum sticks.. hahas... kie.. i'm about done.. so .. chill.. peace.. chao.. \m/_..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109600629791954749?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109600629791954749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109600629791954749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109600629791954749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109600629791954749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-saw-jean-danker.html' title='i saw jean danker'/><author><name>back off</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14268580488690349868</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-8196531.post-109462348789623621</id><published>2004-09-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:04:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday... September 08, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. if this shhit works.. it'll officially be my first day of blogging.  Going far east later to get some von dutch stuff... BY the way. people who think von dutch sucks are fucken lians and bengs.. i repeat.. FUCKEN LIANS AND BENGS.. they obviously have a no no in fashion sense.  Ma' throat still aches.. but heck.. the more i can divulge in nutella goodness..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thankfully God gave my mom some sense to get me a von dutch shirt yester... major cool.. Haven't really been doin as much studyin as i've expected.. Even ruth chua the ultimate chiongster is determined to stay at home for the whole week to study... .. Gotta go back to my hellhole to get down with some studyin before goin outt with ma frens.. but i wonder.. how the hell will i be able to study with the elctric guitar and the ps2 distractin me?.. onli God can help.... so till next time.. chao \m/_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8196531-109462348789623621?l=blink182forlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109462348789623621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8196531&amp;postID=109462348789623621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109462348789623621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8196531/posts/default/109462348789623621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blink182forlife.blogspot.com/2004/09/wednesday-september-08-2004.html' title='Wednesday... 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