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KUSTOMIZED BY NONE OTHER THAN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARTZERO&lt;/span&gt; HIMSE&lt;/span&gt;LF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SEQ5VJcsfoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OrXC86iA2x0/s1600-h/SL272491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SEQ5VJcsfoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OrXC86iA2x0/s320/SL272491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207350104623447682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SEQ5W5a3mzI/AAAAAAAAACE/rvUCUEIoWqk/s1600-h/SL272492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SEQ5W5a3mzI/AAAAAAAAACE/rvUCUEIoWqk/s320/SL272492.JPG" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-6742033281587208856</id><published>2008-05-27T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:14:27.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backseat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has just got to go back to the backseat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back at square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-6742033281587208856?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/6742033281587208856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=6742033281587208856' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im stuck somewhere in the past in the effervescence of romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im standing still while the world moves on without me, not giving a damn about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought ive forgotten, but i remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i reminisce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i missed being with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-5212302144052728254?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/5212302144052728254/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-1112663863183065225</id><published>2008-05-25T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T04:22:13.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fired.</title><content type='html'>I'm on the verge of getting fired.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more late comings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-1112663863183065225?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/1112663863183065225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=1112663863183065225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1112663863183065225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1112663863183065225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/05/fired.html' title='Fired.'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-9167138166375124763</id><published>2008-05-22T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:26:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the feelings we had</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like Forest Gump once said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Life is a like box of chocolate, you never know what you get inside."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; That is so true. Life is as unpredictable as the weather. Its mostly never been what u had in mind. For that reason alone, living life as optimistic as possible is good enough. Everyday is a new day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you did now, might not affect u immediately but maybe in the long run, it might have someting to say. Love like life is just as unpredictable. Understanding is the key to  a good relationship and i seriously do belive that if u really love someone u really need to set them free, for if they return to you, the love was indeed meant to be. It might be some cheesy comment or whatsoever but yea that line strike a chord in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do people just like to worry me so much? Am I really that bad that Karma is affecting me? And so far, its almost halfway to the end of the year. Pretty fast. 2008. Nah-uh. Not a good year. Broken relationships, drifting friendships. What else might come. Why can't they just make use of me? I may not be able to solve the problems, but i'll try my hardest to achieve it till teh very end. That I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-why cant u just accept it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i know ure better off with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; time has gone to a stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; im grasping thin air trying to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the feeling we once shared with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wont u try ur hardest to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; im paralysed with fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; immobillised. And u disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i want to whisper into ur ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the feelings i want u to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; why wont u let me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; why wont u believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the words dont seem to matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; these words dont seem to matter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wont u try ur hardest to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the feeling we once shared together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; im grasping thin air trying to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; while time has gone on to a stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i know ure better off with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so why cant u just accept it.... -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ feelings we had. artzero 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-9167138166375124763?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/9167138166375124763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=9167138166375124763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/9167138166375124763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/9167138166375124763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelings-we-had.html' title='the feelings we had'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-8685967888630088158</id><published>2008-04-02T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:35:58.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR FUCK SAKE IM BETTER OFF DEAD!!</title><content type='html'>mood- raging&lt;br /&gt;music- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill him. I wanna kill him ritght now. Right now! I fucking Hate him. My hands are trembling. Im not worth the cents. Im not worth living. To him Im nothing. i cant kill him. Then I d disappear myself. Well this is the final goodbye. I have despised him for very long. I cant stand it anymore. I totally cant. tomorrow. I will die. Everything will be over. ANd i will obviously be in hell. For thats where i belong. I dont know anything about my religion and im just some useless fuck thats just bumming around here. For fuck. For fuck For fuck. Im still still trembling. I fucking hate the way he does things. I fucking hate the way he handles the house. As though Everything he did was right. As though he is the GOD of the house. I fucking hate him and i wished he burned and die. I dont fucking recognize him as my father. Hes just some son aof a gun dwelling and creating unrest at my place amonghst me and my bro. A fucking living being. Good thing his time is up soon. Cant wait till the day he die. Either he die first or i die first. I Dont fucking care. And i'll definately be smiling if he ever died. For i shall NEVER EVER cried for his fuck face. My heart is rotten. And I know it all too well. I hate him. I despise him. I loathe at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-8685967888630088158?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/8685967888630088158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=8685967888630088158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8685967888630088158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8685967888630088158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-fuck-sake-im-better-off-dead.html' title='FOR FUCK SAKE IM BETTER OFF DEAD!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-4926474684003403237</id><published>2008-03-30T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:06:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER TAKEOVER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- dizzy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Soba Ni Iru Ne BY THELMA AOYAMA feat. SOULJA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating lately. Well I'm just too lazy. Theres too much things going on right now. And I'm very much tired. Fatigue. Exhaustion. Staffs and people you could replace, but friends? Friends are irreplaceable. Thats what they are. And I'm losing some of them right now. Precious to me. Sigh. It stressed me out. Depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been sick for like almost two weeks straight now. My fever have been going up and down. Twice I've been to the doctor and it almost cost me a bomb. Almost a hundred bucks. Finally the fevers almost down, but well, we'll see i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-4926474684003403237?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/4926474684003403237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=4926474684003403237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/4926474684003403237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/4926474684003403237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/03/fever-takeover.html' title='FEVER TAKEOVER!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7897067210337312173</id><published>2008-03-17T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:15:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading to black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood- laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music- Mosh BY EMINEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes by, you fade away from my life. The repeated phone calls got rejected every time. You told me I did not give u much attention. If that is the one that I'm at fault, I'm ready to change. So please just listen to this song that I dedicated just for you. At the very least I'll be able to let go of this emotions that's inside me. Every time we meet, often it ended with quarrels. It began with a misunderstanding, you got angry and plan for revenge. I beg for forgiveness and admit my mistakes, can't bear to live in pain. Without someone in my life and love everything will repeat itself. I don't know how to form the words. I don't know how to line my fingers. Sweet words dose not mean a thing if theres no sincerity in the heart. So if this is your final decisions, then id rather u leave.  Please just listen. Please Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats the translation for Dengarlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7897067210337312173?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7897067210337312173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7897067210337312173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7897067210337312173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7897067210337312173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/03/fading-to-black.html' title='Fading to black'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2410195498563268017</id><published>2008-03-12T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:24:28.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengarlah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- scared  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Dengarlah BY THE FULL PLEDGE MUNKEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari yang berlalu, dirimu pudar dari hidupku. Berulang ulang ku hubungi namun pangillan ku ditolak berkali kali. Kau katakan yang ku kurang memberikan perhatian. Kalau itu adalah kesilapan ku, ku sedia membuat perubahan. Dengarlah gubahan lagu ini yang ku dendang khas buatmu. Sekurang kurangnya ku dapat meluahkan perasaan ini yang di dalam hati. Setiap kali kita berjumpa, sering kali berakhir dengan bertengkar. Bermula dengan berselisahan faham, kau mula marah dan meyimpan dendam. Ku mohon maaf dan mengaku salah, tak sanggup ku menderita. Tanpa berteman hidup dan kasih sayang semua pasti akan berulang. Ku tak reti menyusun kata. Ku tak reti menyusun jari. Kata manis tak bererti kalau tulus ikhlas tak wujud di hati. Seandainya semua ini adalah keputusan mu yang terakhir, ku relakan kau pergi. Dengarlah. Dengarlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2410195498563268017?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2410195498563268017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2410195498563268017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2410195498563268017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2410195498563268017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/03/dengarlah.html' title='Dengarlah'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-822063074446853291</id><published>2008-03-02T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:44:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIES THE PROBLEM WITH ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- MOSHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- 1234, 1234 BY CATCH 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was like extremely fun!! MAN!! It feels like I've let off all the steam in me all out. From Cesspit to Plain Sunset and back again, It never felt like anything I've experienced before! Skank to Cesspit and moshed to Plain Sunset. And BODYSURFING!!! Never went to to a gig without bodysurf!! Everlast, Cesspit's new song was incredible. It moved me. And I'm still feeling the after effects. I've decided! I'll go back to my original roots. I'll be a punk again. And reborn!&lt;br /&gt;My whole shirt was muddy after that. Proved that I was actually having incredible fun inside the mosh pit without any care in the world. Ate at Lau Pa Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bowl at East Coast after that. Hmm. Sucky. In the beginning at least. DAMN! The computer keeps hanging up and everyone was throwing to the drains or "longkang'' !! And as usual I can't hit a strike nor a proper spare. BUT IT WAS FUN THOUGH!! I was laughing for every minute I was in the bowling alley!! WAN was hitting at incredible speed. Zoobay was gd. Hafriz- LONGZ. Aida - when it comes to her, bad luck never seems to cease and Lily was ok.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. Watching Hafriz and Muna together in a relationship, made me think what my problem was. I learnt a valuable lesson today which i shall not forget for the rest of my life. The problem lies with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what I learnt was that it wasn't the problem itself but how u deal with it which matters the most.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still persistant and it proved to be my great downfall.&lt;br /&gt;But actually noticing it, I hope that I'll be able to adjust and recover again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I still do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well signing off.&lt;br /&gt;World Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-822063074446853291?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/822063074446853291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=822063074446853291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/822063074446853291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/822063074446853291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/03/lies-problem-with-me.html' title='LIES THE PROBLEM WITH ME'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-8130574889542111594</id><published>2008-02-29T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:33:50.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe i can fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- SMILING!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- I Believe I Can fly BY ME FIRST AND THE GIMME GIMMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET THE SPARTANS was as hilarious as it was awful. Period. WTF la. Well, it got some good moments but seriously as it says itself, its just a cheap lame movie.  Oh ya, to the people who went home early when the credits start rolling, too bad for you guys coz theres still some actions. Funny actions to be precise for the next 15 mins or so. Hahas. Oh the breakdance spoof was awesome actually. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well overall I'd give the movie a 2/ 5. Pretty bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-8130574889542111594?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/8130574889542111594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=8130574889542111594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8130574889542111594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8130574889542111594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='i believe i can fly'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2048299570628305563</id><published>2008-02-28T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:56:06.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL LIBRARY AND ILLUSTRATOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- End of The Road BY BOYZ 2 MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Today was quite actually enjoyable. Went to National Library. Together with the two Joannes. Taught the one studying in NAFA Illustrator. Well, its pretty messed up in the first place anyway. I can't seem to color it properly. And soon after got tired of teaching. HAHAs. I make a sucky teacher I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at SAKAE SUSHI. YAY!! SALMON SUSHI!!! WHOO!!! I don't really eat fish but that was an exception. Its really good laaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well that concludes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before that though. Another piece from me :-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R8WyO3QgWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QFUGu4pzkEw/s1600-h/hexarrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R8WyO3QgWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QFUGu4pzkEw/s200/hexarrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171735715525974450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HEX ARROWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in love with black and white designs!! This is my second try and I think I'm getting better at this. You can have a look at my dA ---------&lt;a href="http://http//art-z.deviantart.com/"&gt; art-z &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2048299570628305563?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2048299570628305563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2048299570628305563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2048299570628305563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2048299570628305563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/national-library-and-illustrator.html' title='NATIONAL LIBRARY AND ILLUSTRATOR'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R8WyO3QgWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QFUGu4pzkEw/s72-c/hexarrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-3057176679482107165</id><published>2008-02-24T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:12:11.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOLEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Bleeding Love BY LEONA LEWIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste got molested. WTF. I was there. Well, somewhere there but was too late by the time I got to her. And I didn't do anything to that fucker as well. Coz, I guess I was in my mind scared to be banned from the club. Zell told me not to do anything. I was ready to go though. That fucker got what he deserved. 3 FUCKING TIGHT SLAPS FROM CELESTE. Don't tell me he's drunk. If he could say sorry and admit he touched then it makes you wonder... hmm. And its not once. Its not twice. Its three fucking times!! MY BEST FRIEND AIN'T THAT SLUTTY U BASTARD. Now, the problem is, pursuing will take alot of toll on her. And money. Lawyers. Expensive. And if were to continue, I'd bet that her mum will know about this and will do all she could to press charges. Considering the monetary state their in, I don't really recommend that option. Hmm... well, I do want that fucker suffer the humiliation. ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA!!! I CAN'T BELIVE I LOST MY WALLET AGAIN!!! SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE CLUBBING LA!!! Then Shit won't happened. It happened rite in the beginning as though to tell me not to club or something bad will happen. First I can't find my black pants. Coz my mum put it in my bros wardrobe. It was hell finding it! Then I spilled Milo on myself at mac. GOSH THAT WAS STUPIDLY EMBARASSING!! And after that, Celeste got molested. And I finally lost my wallet... Aw man the shit that happens. COuld I just say, well thats life?&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-3057176679482107165?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/3057176679482107165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=3057176679482107165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/3057176679482107165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/3057176679482107165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/molest.html' title='MOLEST!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-1977702879477402662</id><published>2008-02-22T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:56:53.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYEBALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- getting back on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Warmness On the Soul BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a slow day. Very slow to be precise. And add to that, its hot too! Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on this slow day that i discovered something incredible. Well actually its more like incredibly gross. So to speak. It was at pantry when Aida started poking the salmon's eyeball. WHAT THE HELL??!!! And she said that people EAT those eyeballs... To quote Rhea " EWWWW" would be most appropriate right now. Suck on the insides of the eyeballs and slimy?? BLEARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW MAN, that was frightening.&lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-1977702879477402662?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/1977702879477402662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=1977702879477402662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1977702879477402662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1977702879477402662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/eyeballs.html' title='EYEBALLS'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2558322743536098745</id><published>2008-02-19T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:29:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rhea,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ull prollly dismiss this letter riteawae, but i hopeu dunt. for this is wad im thinkin, and this is all i have left.&lt;br /&gt;          im sorry tat u mistook it the wrong way. and im sorry i mistook wad u were trying to say.how shd i know. u were saying things liek neither am i a fan of someone who restricts me and im not stupid. u were til u was like tat.. how am i supposed not to think tat u werent talking along these lines when u were saying like tat. u prolly wont even look at me from now on. u prolly wont think abt me either. maybe for u its normal. for me u were everythinig. u took my heart awae on that first day. and now im left wit hnothing. memories la. im moving on. I am. it may not matter to u anymore. but it matters to a whole lot. y wld i tell ppl i had a a gf? coz im damn proud of it. coz im excited of the prospects. coz i tot finally theres light inside the tunnel. coz i tot my bad luck finally ends. i know first hand wad kind of person u are. for all the times u say i was stupid, i was stupid enuf to fall for u on tat very first day. BUT! i love every single moment of it. maybe things wld be different had we got tghr in july. coz by then id be schoolin and we wunt be seeing each other much and so teh chances of me cling clingy are slim. buts tats just wishful thinkin for we are going nowhr now. IM SCREAMING AT MYSLEF RITE NOW, ITS OVER GET ON WITH IT!!!! if its tat simple, den all my problems wld go awae everytime i do tat. but does it?!!!! i may behave immature, but i do have an adults thinkin no matetr wad u may think. so stop saying it dosent matetr it dosent matter! it matters to me coz u mean that much. i dunno when and how these things started, 080108 till prolly 080208. we may broke up on teh 14th la. but i know we werent already talking on teh 08. liek just now even though u see me not a hi, but just a quick walkawae with val and completely iognore me.. how am i suposed not to think tat u were disgusted with me. WAD DID I DO?!!&lt;br /&gt;           I didnt think of ur situation liek on the phone and stuff. wad does tat mean???????? eveytime u talk to me i listen to u pertinently. i listen. ok i listen!!!! wad do u mean i dunt do anything. i tell u some of the solutions i had in mind. liek telling off ur superior coz shes not doing rite! but u alwaes go on saying tat no my solutions is way off. not gd! im trying to help.  but got brushed aside. and now u say tat i dont think of ur situation like on the phone. i cried ok everytime i cant help u. im helpless coz theres a  boundary between ur work place and me. wad u wan tme to tell ur sup tat shes doing smt wrong?! if i do tat wad position wld u be in. y teh hell wld i travel so far just o cheer u up. wasit bcoz ur my gf? its coz i care abt everything!!! again! i took ppl for granted. i beleive wad u said. i belive tat wed be together. but shit happens. life throws u a curveball esp when u least expects it. and i damn hate that curveball coz i can never anticipate it. u wunt give a care abt this letter here. its all over. i know. but wheres teh communication in the first place??? theres damn lotsa flaws in the relationship la. but im not one to complain. coz i follow my heart and not my head and this is how i ended up. id give my gf complete freedom. tell me, kick me in teh face taht ull break up if we see each other, tell me seriously. everytime i talk with u, its alwaes been laughing. the lines between seriousness and jokes gets blurred. Still tell me. dunt go telling ur bf tat you guys are special when really u tink its just normal. guys do have feelings too. i have feelings too. how shd i knwo tat ur feelings dosent fade. wad u say then and what u say now, are completely not in sync at all.its way off. i love u guys. i loved u. with all my heart, i did. but. i tink now i can really let go. im feeling tat prolly tis just a puppy crush for u. im not rying to save this rsn. this rsn is over. prolly maybe i was hoping for  achance, a miracle. because tehy say, if u love someone, set them free, and if tehy came back to u, its meant to be. u know i actually tot of wanting to pierce my tounge tghr wit u. tot id leave it a secret or smt. but in the end didnt get a chance to tell u. dont go saying things like if u can move on, den u shd. u shd knwo better. its not tat easy to let go of someone u dearly love. tat soemone ud pour everything to.&lt;br /&gt;           girls are troublesome u said? cmon la. life is troubleosme rite in teh beginning. what do u knw anywae. wad do u knw wat ive been thru anywae. prolly will say, dunno dun care, ya? did u know im useless in my family? in my mums eyes? in my fathers presense? did u know tat? even though i werked so hard to get into express stream they still called me stupid? dunno dun care ya? i know frst hand wad troublesome means so stop sprouting nonsense when u dunno anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;       well whatever. liek u said. its over. get a grip art. get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;       sigh watever. for everything i did i did it for u. without any regrets or watsoever. and i stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;        if u got smt to say, do reply. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:#888888;" &gt;art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2558322743536098745?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2558322743536098745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2558322743536098745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2558322743536098745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2558322743536098745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-letter.html' title='last letter'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-58620461674097943</id><published>2008-02-18T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:27:57.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- More Than Words BY FRANKIE J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="left"&gt;If u love someone, set them free. If they return to u, it was meant to be. If they don't, their love was never yours to begin with. A great love is when you &lt;em&gt;shed tears and still cares for him &amp;amp; still longs for him.&lt;/em&gt; He begins to love another and yet you still smile and say " I'm happy for you " (: The worst thing in the world is seeing&lt;s&gt; the one you love with the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;/s&gt; You always love the ones who leaves you and leaves the one who loves you. Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand. Not what you see but how you feel and not how you let go but how you hold on. A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, one of them will fall for the other. Maybe temporary, maybe at wrong time. Maybe too late, maybe ... just maybe ... &lt;strong&gt;forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being emo. Just dazed and think about things. About life. About the past. About the hardships of life. Relationships ain't just a status.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-58620461674097943?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/58620461674097943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=58620461674097943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/58620461674097943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/58620461674097943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2412667744761468586</id><published>2008-02-16T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:41:51.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA FLOWERS SUCKS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- International You Day BY JOEY CAPE AND TONY SLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long to write this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You see one million words can't describe how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To know your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where did I go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I should have told you from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I'm closer than you think when we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing that I've tried is as simple as this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My life is incomplete, my days are absolutely gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And so I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let your heart know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That i have so much more to tell you every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I swear I'm giving up my inside to the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know this world is big enough for you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'll give you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm coming home today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To wipe the teardrops from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm totally enamored by your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing that I've done has ever been for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without you my life is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My days are absolutely gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And so I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let your heart know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That i have so much more to tell you every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;My rights are absolutely wrong&lt;br /&gt;So wake me up&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave today&lt;br /&gt;Something i need to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause there'll be nothing when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS TIRING!!!!!!!!!!!! But it was fun though. There was no stupid people. Only beautiful ones were there. LOL. Right. But BT was hectic. I actually had to "travel" up and down the chairlift line la!! And both times the flops weren't there!!! One drop after tower 2 and one right at the beginning or so they say la. Which ended up being untrue!!! Tiring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction area was funny. There was this girl who asked me what she did coz i was like pointing at her(I'm bad, I know). And I heard wrongly and thought she said my boobs. LOLOLOL. And i was like "huh? Ur boobs??? " HAHAHAHHAHHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm dead poor. I'm a poor fuck. 10 bucks to last till Thursday night can. DOTS luh...&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO DELAY PAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIGH....&lt;br /&gt;OH Rab's coming back soon. The chief Satan. Back and I'm sure it'll get weirder every moment. HAHAHHAHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2412667744761468586?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2412667744761468586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2412667744761468586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2412667744761468586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2412667744761468586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/sentosa-flowers-sucks.html' title='SENTOSA FLOWERS SUCKS!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-1315931814504784837</id><published>2008-02-15T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:56:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Secret Base ~kimi ga kureta mono~ BY ZONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed. I feel like either I'm against the world or the world is against me. Whichever, I don't know. Everything I do turns to nought now. My parents angry with me for having this haircut. But I love it though. I was even complimented by a stranger. Don't go saying that I'm old and that this kinda thing doesn't suit me. Well for your info, mom, dad. You guys are idiots for putting me in a shackle when I was young. You expect me to behave now? Now I'll do what I do so I'll leave with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sad by that.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really look liek a family if I really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;How should I talk about things when all you ever do is condemn every little thing I do?&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Whatever. This life of mine is going downhill anyway. The light in the tunnel fading fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-1315931814504784837?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/1315931814504784837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=1315931814504784837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1315931814504784837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1315931814504784837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/swing-sensation.html' title='Swing sensation'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-6059045588528813298</id><published>2008-02-15T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T03:26:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- sad. relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Let's Go On (Cherie) BY SARA THOMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the inevitable happened. Me and her are no longer an item as we move our separate ways for now. I guess it was bound to happened somehow given that I was new in relationships and things. I was too clingy and I regret for doing that. Insecurities aplenty. Thats the only explanation for doing what I did. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can only try and better myself. For there is only one that I truly love. For there is only one in my heart. I'll try again when the time is right. Or rather, when the chance comes to me once again. Although oppurtunities only knock once, Ill be optimistic of what the future maybe. If the chance arrives, you can be sure I'll grab it with both hands never to let it go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though I guess I'll try recovering from the shock.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry about me. Coz I'll be fine. =D&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers to Her and Val. For they made me believe I was really alive.&lt;br /&gt;And to Val. Thank you for being there for her always.  You're a Godgiven. =D&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you guys. Will miss those days of your utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the big guy here who will try to live up to the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;With Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-6059045588528813298?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/6059045588528813298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=6059045588528813298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6059045588528813298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6059045588528813298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/mood-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-5912131714455345568</id><published>2008-02-15T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:20:20.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- Happy!! VALENTINES DAY!! Slightly sad too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Priorities BY PLAINSUNSET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Magical thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;All things are real&lt;br /&gt;Unless I dream they're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Love is the plot..&lt;br /&gt;Carried on the wings of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of our souls&lt;br /&gt;Intertwine, when we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly we see it&lt;br /&gt;The time to grow and be it&lt;br /&gt;When everything is pinned on a hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let rise the dreams of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Of innocent youth,&lt;br /&gt;Careless and kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to roam the breeze in love&lt;br /&gt;Only when two&lt;br /&gt;Brilliantly shine as one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually desperate in getting the White Lillies. Heard that White Lilies represent love and strength to carry on through adversity. Pocket Full of Posies was fully booked. So made my way to HarborFront Center. Lucky they still have it. Think mine was the last or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super nervous meeting Dear. Already waiting for her to end work was like waiting for a time bomb to explode. The suspense. LOL. Imagine meeting her. My knees were shaking la. My voice trembled a little bit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for my Valentines Day. But I'm happy. Kind of. A little.&lt;br /&gt;Sad coz we weren't able to spend much time together.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess things happened for a reason, and i don't think I should dwell on it anymore. It'll only make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for her still if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;This ring will still be on my Left index.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I've got to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-5912131714455345568?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/5912131714455345568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=5912131714455345568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/5912131714455345568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/5912131714455345568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7181187674684718561</id><published>2008-02-14T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:31:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- no idea wad mood i am in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Solitary BY 20 Dischanger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been too clingy. And I also know that I'm being naive. Theres a high probability of what the outcome maybe. But I dunoe anything abt relationships seriously. I'll be honest.  The current gf I had, is only my second.  And my ferst was 6 yrs ago. Lasted not even a month. Thats the truth. I was too embarrassed about it. Right now I'm at breaking point. What should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7181187674684718561?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7181187674684718561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7181187674684718561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7181187674684718561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7181187674684718561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7974176448286979929</id><published>2008-02-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:35:04.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- dead tired. slightly annoyed. slightly irritated. slightly sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Revolution BY AUTHORITY ZERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happened for a reason. Maybe reasons oblivious to me. But the trials, errors and tribulations serves a purpose testing my resolves and also my beliefs. I worked hard. But the results are abnormal at times which can be infuriating. Honesty is prolly the best way out. But speaking out loud, I just can't find the right words to say what I really wanted to say. Its like that song from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OASIS:- "Don't Go Away&lt;/span&gt;." The lyrics goes something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"~Damn my education &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't find the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About all the things caught in my mind~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yea. Not quite. But something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm jealous of her friend whom she affectionately calls Sayang. Of course I'm scared. Its her crush. But. Its not like I'm gonna do anything about it. Its her friends. Her freedom. And besides I trust her. She said so herself taht she loves me. And so I'm gonna trust her. =D Which is the most important thing in a relationship I think. I love every single thing about her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her eyes. Her smile. Her laughter. How she listens to me. Her humor. Her nonsense things she does. Her sexiness. Her body. Her kiss. Her hugs. Everything. I do believe that I'm lucky to have her.&lt;/span&gt; But also sometimes coz of my jealousy I feel like we drifted apart alil bit. But got together in an instant. And falls back drifting apart before we got together again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Ring on my left index finger knows it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of her supervisor too. He gets to send her home and she likes it that way too. Wish I had a car. Then I can sent her home all I want! But of course. A dumb, stupid person like me didn't think cars and private transports are necessary. Well.  Stupid me of course.  But that was before i was in a relationship.  LOL.  How long has it been? 6 years?  Yea. I've been fickle minded in loving someone. But I have met the ONE. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE SINGLE GIRL WHICH I TRULY LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART.&lt;/span&gt; I even stopped clubbing even though I love dancing. I don't think its appropriate for me to club coz when I club, I needa dancing partner and dancing with orther girls when I'm in a relationship? NAH! No thanks. Till the day she's eligible to club, I'm gonna wait for my chance to ask her for our first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its month and three days since our love life began to intertwine. Been a great first month. Hope it'll get better from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA LUGE IS GETTING MUCH TOO POPULAR I THINK!! SO DOES RIZMAN!! Being the pioneers we have seen much change to Luge. Coz of the dreaded Night Luge, we ended up working late which is tiring. For the festive season, CNY we prolly raked in millions of bucks. Total rides prolly was about 18000? With Saturday being the record highest or rides with 5724! Compare that to our normal average of 1.5k? Thats like 5 times upfold. The Ang Mohs must be happy. Money minded freaks. They would even hire a lorry to transport the Luge up coz the skyride broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have my off anytime soon. Gonna gamble and work really hard. Perseverance pays. And I'll have mine duly soon. An N81. A trip to Japan. Land of all things "Kawaii". Whoo.  Found an MP4. Lousy but still good enough to use it. Just don't let people know what I'm using. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7974176448286979929?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7974176448286979929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7974176448286979929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7974176448286979929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7974176448286979929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-9027426264292517213</id><published>2008-02-07T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:00:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU LYNDON THOMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- super angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Don't Go Away (Acoustic) BY OASIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened yesterday but I'm still very angry about the whole thing. What the fuck. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt; when someones on MC, and approved by the supervisor then why the fuck should I come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I came to return the ASA card dose not mean that I'm eligible to work. Well, come to think about it, is that even allowed in the context of Singapore Laws? given, I didn't went to the doc. But calling back someone coz the PM shift is shortage of manpower thats something I would not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super piss off coz of this.Whats the problem with Sentosa LUGE and Skyride? Its not as rosy as alot of people think it is. Politics . FUCK SENTOSA LUGE. I'm gonna go back school and get my diploma in design, and I'm outta here! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck all this shit!! AND FUCK LYNDON TOO! FUCK HIM! FUCK OFF AND DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a day more to our first month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;This relationship still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pray that it stay this way forever.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing time would stop every time I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;She is my Dear.&lt;br /&gt;One I would give my life for.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts to her.&lt;br /&gt;Love you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-9027426264292517213?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/9027426264292517213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=9027426264292517213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/9027426264292517213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/9027426264292517213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-you-lyndon-thomas.html' title='FUCK YOU LYNDON THOMAS'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-6097185416549934501</id><published>2008-02-05T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:08:28.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERWATER WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- happy / loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Hit The Road Jack BY TOKYO SKA PARADISE ORCHESTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the sun when u need it??!! Was supposed to go tanning with Dear, and Val but it rained and theres no sun and weather was cold so back to sleep. HAHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;Changed timing to 1230 but guess 1230 is still too early so changed to 1400 which by then I was still sleeping.. By the time reached Toys 'R' Us Vivo its already 1530 which is half an hour later then the time we were supposed to meet. Gee. I can never seem to be on time. Nor with work or with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Underwater World. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDERWATER WORLD IS SO DAMN FUN!!&lt;/span&gt; The touch pool was cool. But feeding the stingrays!! WOAH!!! And I have to agree with Dear that u can probably spent the whole day admiring the fishies. Oh ya, the stingrays look like that killer from "SCREAM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TO MY DEAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love u a whole lot. No one and I mean no one can take that away from me. For my love is real. For you are the one for me. And like you, I'm just as glad that we had that chance encounter.&lt;br /&gt;               3 days to First Month Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;               For all the things you've done for me, for all the little things you did for me, for all the love you've given me, I will cherish you with my life. If me being there with you made you happy, then I'm glad I'm alive to share with you the feelings inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GLAD I FOUND YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR DEAREST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ART. Faisal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-6097185416549934501?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/6097185416549934501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=6097185416549934501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6097185416549934501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6097185416549934501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/underwater-world.html' title='UNDERWATER WORLD'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-5343126350834095283</id><published>2008-02-04T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:12:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDING MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- Long Walk Home by THIS DAY AND AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I found myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peeking through the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this angel in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;descended from the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right in front of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sets my heart on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this love I so much desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found myself, I found myself, I found myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something special i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wont break us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just so u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant live with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you'd gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you please stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found myself, I found myself, I found myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone I could live with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not on impulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not on reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not reminise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found myself, I found myself, I found myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ to my dearest, I miss you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you lots. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-5343126350834095283?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/5343126350834095283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=5343126350834095283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/5343126350834095283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/5343126350834095283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/finding-myself.html' title='FINDING MYSELF'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-3076436108811183192</id><published>2008-02-02T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:24:10.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood- sickly tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;music- Teenage Dirtbag by The Wheatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-3076436108811183192?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/3076436108811183192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=3076436108811183192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/3076436108811183192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/3076436108811183192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/02/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-8693000912308278996</id><published>2008-01-30T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:53:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID PEOPLE WHO DOESN'T KNOW THEIR PLACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mood- angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;music- On My Own by THE USED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 of the day was really dumb. Most of the time I was really angry although I'm not the type to show it. More like deep inside me I'm angry. Maybe I'm scared my girlfriend, whom I dearly love, will be snatched by freaking idiots who doesn't seem to know their places. I don't mind them being friends. I'm angry as I'm jealous. I maybe stupid yes, but to go round snatching others girls? Thats unfathomable for me. The moment Dear showed me the message, I wanted to scream &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt; But of course I seemed to controlled it admirable well. Maybe not that well. Maybe its all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 though was fun. Met Val, then was at Toys'R'Us. And Val was like doing stupid something stupid and riding that kiddie ride. That was damn hilarious. Dear was like super late. Her 10 mins was actually 45 mins. and her 10 mins was like 5 mins ago too!! HAHAHAHS. Do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Marche, bump into the ticketing crews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DONT LIE AR BODOH!!!"&lt;/span&gt; thats like becoming the favourite phrase amongst us three. And it all started coz of Rhea and Val catches on it. And I think its contagious as the virus is passed onto me.  And its times like these that we'll say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't lie ar bodoh&lt;/span&gt;... HAHAHAHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mee Goreng and Cheese Prata after that. But couldn't finish any of those. Waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now it seems that I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to hear your voice out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow it down, slow it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm choking on nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's clear in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm screaming for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing nothing is better than knowing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say it again and again and again. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-8693000912308278996?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/8693000912308278996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=8693000912308278996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8693000912308278996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8693000912308278996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-people-who-doesnt-know-their.html' title='STUPID PEOPLE WHO DOESN&apos;T KNOW THEIR PLACES'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7193188953869151961</id><published>2008-01-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:34:08.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>250108- TOO HOT TOO SLOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When We Are Gone by THE FULL PLEDGE MUNKEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really slow day to begin with. Theres nothin much to write la actually.&lt;br /&gt;Weather is unbearable to work. Thats all i can say. Gee... How I wish i was tanning!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. My eyes were pretty dry. My lenses keep on going to my eyelid laaaa.... freakin irritating.&lt;br /&gt;And again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know, I know,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD!!!THEY ARE IRRITATING!!! Why?! WHY?!!!! ARE THEY BORN LIKE THAT??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at cones and I was practically screamin at every one of them. If after being instructed thoroughly and u still can't play the damn luge, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please get your freakin ass of the damn cart and take the skyride or u can just roll down the track!!&lt;/span&gt; Whichever suits you!!! Stop being a nuisance and keep on hitting the pads i so well adjusted with my hardest effort. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT FREAKING PAD ISN'T LIGHT LAAAAA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a 7-11 Dude.  I'm like eating 7-11 food for the past week straight. Record breaking feat in my part.  Nasi lemak. I have to complain though. The chilli. Can't you please give more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work end very early today. I've already knocked off by 1715 HRS. Swap jackets with Dear. And went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vector Art is hurting my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever thought about it&lt;br /&gt;I think about it every single day&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you should&lt;br /&gt;Cause' if you haven't got the time for it&lt;br /&gt;Well, there'll be no more time for Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;The sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;And love is true&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that is left&lt;br /&gt;When we are gone&lt;br /&gt;And time goes on&lt;br /&gt;Well memories remain&lt;br /&gt;We will swallow the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone&lt;br /&gt;We will leave here&lt;br /&gt;Memories remain&lt;br /&gt;We will leave here&lt;br /&gt;Memories remain&lt;br /&gt;We will leave here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ WHEN WE ARE GONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   FULL PLEDGE MUNKEES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD REVIEW:-&lt;br /&gt;THE FULL PLEDGE MUNKEES&lt;br /&gt;PICK IT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKA/PUNK.&lt;br /&gt;VERY EASY TO LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;CATCHY MELODIES.&lt;br /&gt;TWO THUMBS UP.&lt;br /&gt;5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7193188953869151961?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7193188953869151961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7193188953869151961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7193188953869151961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7193188953869151961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/250108-too-hot-too-slow.html' title='250108- TOO HOT TOO SLOW!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7984266808197289675</id><published>2008-01-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:37:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sick. Very Tired. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love songs for the Emotionally Wounded by Plain Sunset&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't really wake up today. Was super lethargic. Prolly coz of the flu I caught yesterday. Body felt hot. Maybe coz I've got a fever or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was kinda upset today. So thought I'd cheer her up for a lil bit. Considering my condition, seeing her is prolly the best I could do at the moment. But I really do miss her. So yea, that was one of the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick. Tomorrow gotta wake up alil bit more early then usual. I'm doing opening tomorrow and I don't wanna be late.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't forget, I needa pass Francis DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;And swapping jackets with dear. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7984266808197289675?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7984266808197289675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7984266808197289675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7984266808197289675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7984266808197289675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and tired.'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7617041926752961553</id><published>2008-01-24T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:39:25.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And My Answer Is A YES!!!</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating coz well, theres really nuthin to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, anyway, yesterday had a good time partying with the Luge Crews. And surprisingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TENT"&lt;/span&gt; had really good food too. I would recommend it to everyone really. I had 2 rounds la. Some even go for the magical third. Hmm.. Amazing. BUT! They are short on housepours and bourbon coke. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to NANA  after that. Didn't know that Plush has changed its name once again. And is now known as NANA. No more KoFlow!!! =[  Hmm about NANA... It's liek a Thai "fishtank", if you know wad I mean... AND IT PLAYS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAI MUSIC&lt;/span&gt; TOO!! LIKE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't drink much. Had a couple of glases of Vodka and Bourbon coke and thats it. Leave at 2 am. Jane was scary. Shes getting abit too touchy for my liking so avoided her. LOL. Heard most that went got drunk. Muna was especially bad... HAHAHHAHS. I would love to see her got drunk that night. I would have laughed my ass off la!! Definately!! She kept on complaining today at work about her hangover which I think was really bad. Was funny, really! HAHAHHAS.  And Hafriz gotta fetch her home too. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I had a pretty rough day as well. Due to my drinking and lack of sleep, due to work, I had a terrible run-in with  my no.1 Enemy, SINUS!!! Its  still hurting me right now la as I'm blogging!!! Blardy Hell!!! No more clubbing for me. Think I'm gonna get  fever soon although I hardly get any. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; gave me a note. Touched. Loved. I smiled and laughed silently in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;About the questions you were asking :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. It looks nice. maybe the color was abit off from the pic. Would be nicer if it was darker brown. Kena conned!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes. I would love to be with you for my whole life. No matter what happens I wanna be with you till the end of time. Till the lasting distance. I wanna marry you, by your own words, annoying + irritating girl. It'll make life interesting. And I wouldn't have it any other way. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm glad I met you too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Would loved to talk to u more sending you home just now, but I understand your buddy's relationship problem and getting advises from you. =[ But I'm ok with it. Coz I kinda overheard, some sweet things you talk about me, which kinda made me blush deep inside. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well its like 0237 HRS right now. So I had better sleep.  I'm sick remember....&lt;br /&gt;Alrite signing off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7617041926752961553?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7617041926752961553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7617041926752961553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7617041926752961553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7617041926752961553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-my-answer-is-yes.html' title='And My Answer Is A YES!!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2929615297882424592</id><published>2008-01-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:09:45.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT-POSTED. WHAT THE FUCK???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; la today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTFWTFWTFWTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, theres a recall. And I didn't get a call from Mindef but rather from friends telling me that a recall is inevitable. BUT! Apparently Mindef leave me out on purpose coz i was supposedly already out of 733 SIR. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEANING I'M POSTED OUT TO SOMEWHERE I DO NOT KNOW!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats totally shitty. And i was super rushing to get home in the beginning before realising that i actually had about 6-8 hours to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea was pissed at the Army for disrupting her plans. LOL. Well, I'm mad at them too. WHY NOW?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUT THE MAIN THING TODAY IS THAT I GOT OUT POSTED AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY. NONE OF MY SUPERIORS KNOW EITHER. I'M LIKE IN THE DARK. URGH!!! THIS IS FREAKING PISSING ME OFF. I'M GONNA HAVE TO GO TO MINDEF AND LET THEM HAVE A PIECE OF MY MIND. CONSIDERING I'VE ALREADY WENT FOR MY FIRST ICT WITH MY ORIGINAL BATTALION, OUT POSTING ME TO ELSEWHERE IS SOMETHING I CAN'T FATHOM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt; SERIOUSLY!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTFWTFWTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINDEF! BE PREPARED FOR ME!! FUCK YOU ALL. JUST DIE ALREADY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2929615297882424592?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2929615297882424592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2929615297882424592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2929615297882424592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2929615297882424592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-posted-what-fuck.html' title='OUT-POSTED. WHAT THE FUCK???!!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-8080518993823169079</id><published>2008-01-15T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:23:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHTNING! TAKE COVER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh Wow.. the thunderstorm today scared the shit out of me. Its that scary. I had to take cover and run for safety every 2 mins( approximately). =/ Skyride, ceased operation and after the thunderstorms over, it still couldn't operate, prolly due to a power trip. Its so relaxing. can lepak like nobody business. WAHAHAHAHAS! But rain tires me out. Everytime i got hit by the rain, It makes me sleepy. Funny eh. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-8080518993823169079?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/8080518993823169079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=8080518993823169079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8080518993823169079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8080518993823169079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/lightning-take-cover.html' title='LIGHTNING! TAKE COVER!!!!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-7863293047156897855</id><published>2008-01-12T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T03:14:24.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mat rep bro</title><content type='html'>My bro and my dad got into a pretty big fight just now morning. Got something to do with my bro not coming home the nite before and stuff. I guess i know how my brother feels, being all cooped up. Wanting to have fun. But the parents just won't allow it. The bad thing is that he can't wake up for school. And instead wanting to go work. Aircraft Cleaner. He's a "mat rep". My dad prolly knows it. Mat motor. Mat rempit. Hmm. With friends like those, obviously people will get awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it was me, I would just let it go. He needs to experience the bad things by himself or he won't learn. He's at that rebellious age. Nothing you say or do will make him change. but people have their limits and I seriously don't think my bro can take it any longer. I think he'd be running out of the house by now. If that were to happen, I wouldn't be surprised. And I will have the urge to blame my dad, but don't think I'm gonna do that la. I'm a sensible lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prolly have a stupid ALERT AMBER activation tomorrow afternoon. I haven't pack my field pack yet la. My 7 pack items all dunno go where. SBO oso not cleaned. My boots 1 pair gone wit the wind. What am i supposed to do with my self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-7863293047156897855?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7863293047156897855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=7863293047156897855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7863293047156897855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/7863293047156897855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mat-rep-bro.html' title='My mat rep bro'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-2030581807509108048</id><published>2008-01-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:49:09.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found my self a girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've found my self a Girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt; It was accidental at first but we hit off really well and I like her more and more!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhea's&lt;/span&gt; her name.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch AVP2. Half the time didn't really get a grip of what was going on. Probably coz, I did not watch the part 1. That said, I wouldn't recommend the movie. Pretty jittery here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My rating for the movie? A lowly 2.5/5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-2030581807509108048?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/2030581807509108048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=2030581807509108048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2030581807509108048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/2030581807509108048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-found-my-self-girlfriend.html' title='I&apos;ve found my self a girlfriend!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-8303172487887159476</id><published>2008-01-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:56:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhea</title><content type='html'>Today was undoubtedly the first Luge "Ladies Nite" as we gave free passes to most ladies we like! That was amazing. Loads of cool people, to be really honest, more like loads of pretty ladies. Advantage- Ladies. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chance encounter with Rhea. Petite girl. Spunky attitude. And I like her. Quirky laugh I might add. hahas. Amazing. Going out with her tomorrow to watch Alien VS Predator 2. Uberness. We are already on our 1st date. Going smoothly. And I'll keep on hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R4JgqWgx8cI/AAAAAAAAABs/HrDD1NWc1ho/s1600-h/ranger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R4JgqWgx8cI/AAAAAAAAABs/HrDD1NWc1ho/s200/ranger4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152787204379111874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kit|rudy|hosni|art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup. Another Luge Ranger Photo. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-8303172487887159476?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/8303172487887159476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=8303172487887159476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8303172487887159476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/8303172487887159476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/rhea.html' title='Rhea'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R4JgqWgx8cI/AAAAAAAAABs/HrDD1NWc1ho/s72-c/ranger4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-6153709091965724912</id><published>2008-01-06T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:29:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes ain't all that bad.</title><content type='html'>Yesternight I had a chat with Dz and it goes something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dz:  People always see someone with Mohawks as hooligans, gangsters and what-not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dz:  But they aren't supposed to stereotype people. What about those bald in the middle are they? Samurais??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But really its true. If u think about it, imagine trying stereotyping everyone u see while going to work, or school or anywhere for that matter. Wouldn't that be fun?! U see bald uncles and u go, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOAH!! KILLER INSTINCTS!!&lt;/span&gt;" and u see aunties with those bob hair and you'll say, she must be in a band. Hmm. Emo... WHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-6153709091965724912?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/6153709091965724912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=6153709091965724912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6153709091965724912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/6153709091965724912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/stereotypes-aint-all-that-bad.html' title='Stereotypes ain&apos;t all that bad.'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-1264543546292404267</id><published>2008-01-04T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:56:08.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goobye 2007! HELLO 2008!!</title><content type='html'>Well this might be a little late but, Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008! Happy New year to all!&lt;br /&gt;That said, let's take a look back at the past year. I would be lying if I'd say there was nothing memorable last season. A lot of things happened back then. The good times and the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get into school. Digital Media Design too. Cool course, artistic people. ;] Got a 3.0 GPA for that semester too. A first! Way cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R31-xWgx8VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9iJ2tzmYJ-Q/s1600-h/phatwork1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R31-xWgx8VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9iJ2tzmYJ-Q/s320/phatwork1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412935103476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                 My Design for my last Semester Project. Masked Assasin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sucks though. Nobody loves me , nobody wants me, I can go eat worms.  Yea. Thats basically right. That lonesome feeling... Oh well, Shyt happens. And it always happens to me. So im not really surprised. Haha. Hmm. Sharon said that she can't be with me because I'm Malay. Well that sucks. And to think I like her so much. Hurts like hell to be rejected coz of your race. Minorities is I guess a minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I got into a really big fight too with one of my friends. Escalated into such an extent that we ignored each other for quite abit. Impulsive repulsive. Anger. Emo. Sadness. Bitter. Hmm. Don't wanna think too much about that. I'll skip this part I think. LOL. Wait.. Nah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clubbing and partying of course. I've becoming a really hard party-goer. Clubbing more often than not. Not good. I needa save money! Clubbing is EXPENSIVE! But its fun though. Can't really get enough of it. Besides, think I love to dance. Not good a  dancer, but who cares rite? It's all about the feelings inside! Heh. Here are some pics of my fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G-2gx8XI/AAAAAAAAABE/PTsfUHooeQg/s1600-h/SL270806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G-2gx8XI/AAAAAAAAABE/PTsfUHooeQg/s200/SL270806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151421963124732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G92gx8WI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XMGg7XocEeQ/s1600-h/SL270798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G92gx8WI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XMGg7XocEeQ/s200/SL270798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151421945944863074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G_mgx8ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JMgiI6u5hc/s1600-h/SL270938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G_mgx8ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JMgiI6u5hc/s200/SL270938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151421976009634194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G_Ggx8YI/AAAAAAAAABM/CjiPLfVm-Qs/s1600-h/SL270962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32G_Ggx8YI/AAAAAAAAABM/CjiPLfVm-Qs/s200/SL270962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151421967419699586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32HAGgx8aI/AAAAAAAAABc/5GFTNjWq4nU/s1600-h/SL270960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32HAGgx8aI/AAAAAAAAABc/5GFTNjWq4nU/s200/SL270960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151421984599568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ZOUKTOUT 07!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else.. Been to the zoo 3times in the same year in the space of 2 months. Pretty amazing I'd say. Can't really get enough of that too! AMAZING LA!!! i can still picture the time when Zaimi got surprised by us! Pretty funny incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, got into a fight with the same person yet again. Not really sure what went wrong this time around, but I guess its better for me to stay away from her. Kinda dangerous. Nowadays, I don't wanna belive in fake things like besties, best-friends and such. That dosen't happen. People betray each other. Its been that way since Frodo came to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all these, the year has been spent working. Slogging. But still can't save enough money. =p I'm still a poor fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32MA2gx8bI/AAAAAAAAABk/hINCJYXNJBc/s1600-h/SL270550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R32MA2gx8bI/AAAAAAAAABk/hINCJYXNJBc/s200/SL270550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151427495042609586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TO MY CREWMATES! THANKS FOR ALL THOSE IN 2007! UVE BEEN GREAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolution? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To save enough to touchdown in JAPAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-TO LIVE LIFE THE WAY I WANT IT!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I STILL NEED A VAIO/ MAC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes much of last year. GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES. PROLLY THIS YEAR Will prolly be similar. We'll just have to wait and see eh. 3 cheers for the good times! Hip Hop Hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042514636129304712-1264543546292404267?l=justmeandarthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/feeds/1264543546292404267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042514636129304712&amp;postID=1264543546292404267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1264543546292404267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042514636129304712/posts/default/1264543546292404267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandarthere.blogspot.com/2008/01/goobye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='Goobye 2007! HELLO 2008!!'/><author><name>art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15243089845088532505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/SZRpOi9_K6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B-qTECKE3SM/S220/art!.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WmZ-94WkQH0/R31-xWgx8VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9iJ2tzmYJ-Q/s72-c/phatwork1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042514636129304712.post-4853819645751931004</id><published>2008-01-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:38:40.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous blog</title><content type='html'>this is the link to my previous blog. which is about half a year dead? 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