<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594</id><updated>2011-10-07T05:51:38.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>662</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6360362971456483416</id><published>2011-01-20T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:29:04.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so school has started. and well. my attendance. hmm. still quite bad i think but better. nothing much really. everything has been the same so far. its like a fucking routine. i wanna faster graduate and fuck off from school. but den comes ns. tts the fucked up part. napfa coming. mus pass la sia if nt 2 months extra of stupid ns shit. cant wait for cny. get money. rent the wrx. go port dickson for go kart. hope its faster then the other go kart.. my blog's still fucked. i need help. where are you huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6360362971456483416?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6360362971456483416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6360362971456483416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-so-school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-644947620849602105</id><published>2011-01-09T05:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:44:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi world. ok well. alot has happened. i think. holidays are over. well. in a day or so. and i think i kinda made used of this one.. trip to kl. quite fun. heheh. drove up to genting which was a waste of money cos it was damn crowded. i had more fun driving up den sitting the rides la seriously. honestly i din expect to be accident free and shit but we came back in one piece and the car also in one piece although we almost died 30 min into m'sia... but me being the good driver i am...heheh. did a bit of shopping here and there. pizza at hotel. beer. etc. overall pretty ok but i realised the car sucked alot of money. dammit. den went for go kart. rented car again. fucking fun i swear. and so we went another time this week. ya its tt fun. i can say for once i actually used my holidays. but fuck. sch opening. tmr. damn. it. i realised that since my parents are so damn overprotective of the damn car i actually haf to stick to renting. although i did managed to steal the car once. den now the car forever dunno where alr knn... and i am so gonna rent the subaru wrx soon. 130 bucks a day... needa save... badly. and there an audi r8 for 2 k plus a day. haha. tt one abit cannot ah but i swear i gonna rent the wrx soon... and i fucking needa finish my bike license. left with one more prac but like no money take uh fuck. and sch wise i need start going alr if nt i will get barred fuck... just 9 more weeks of hell... ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-644947620849602105?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/644947620849602105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/644947620849602105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-world.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1218934629717244084</id><published>2010-12-19T04:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:56:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you forget someone that gave you so much to remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1218934629717244084?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1218934629717244084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1218934629717244084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-forget-someone-that-gave-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6454333657840880122</id><published>2010-12-13T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:41:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i'm not everything you wanted. i do want to be. i don't want to lose you to anyone else. not again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6454333657840880122?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6454333657840880122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6454333657840880122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sorry-im-not-everything-you-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4603903372823847030</id><published>2010-12-10T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:43:48.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss looking at you having face cramps eating sour stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4603903372823847030?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4603903372823847030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4603903372823847030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-looking-at-you-having-face.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8546716091888624194</id><published>2010-12-08T03:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T03:54:49.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fucking miss you i swear. its kinda evil to hope that something bad will eventually happen to you 2 but. i actually do. i'm fucking sorry. now you know how i feel at least. maybe nowhere close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8546716091888624194?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8546716091888624194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8546716091888624194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fucking-miss-you-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6350060619731330512</id><published>2010-12-07T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:47:59.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could do something. i hate seeing you like that. i wish i could seriously. i fucking hate caring or giving a damn about anything related to you but. i still do i don't know why despite what the whole world says i still burden myself with having to think about you all the time. i fucking hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6350060619731330512?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6350060619731330512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6350060619731330512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-i-could-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1296943275808184307</id><published>2010-12-06T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:25:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just wonder. am i really not good enough for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1296943275808184307?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1296943275808184307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1296943275808184307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-just-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1220923400596174963</id><published>2010-12-02T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:08:10.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;I was thinkin about her,&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt; thinkin about me. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be? &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;So I travel back, down that road &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Will she come back? No one knows &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;I realize, yeah, &lt;b&gt;it was only just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1220923400596174963?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1220923400596174963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1220923400596174963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-thinkin-about-her-thinkin-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5557380995631506296</id><published>2010-12-01T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:21:54.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how bout. i know where i stand. if i wanted you 2 to break up it would be so damn easy. i got enough to do that. if i was that selfish you wouldn't be together since that day. to who it may concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5557380995631506296?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5557380995631506296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5557380995631506296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3973162602291926279</id><published>2010-11-09T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T04:25:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(61, 58, 53); line-height: 33px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.&lt;/span&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/8274594-3973162602291926279?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3973162602291926279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3973162602291926279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you-also-means-i-love-you-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2129368517966628008</id><published>2010-11-05T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T04:50:58.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why. i always use this thing to vent out shit most of the time. why is it. u always have to say stuff which make me think twice about wad i'm doing. after wad so many ppl tell me and me thinking through stuff. all it takes is for like. 1 sentence from u and den i think if i'm making the right choice. u know hw fucked up tt is. u dont. obviously not.. u know hw irritating it is. i'm like. fucking around with my own head thinking wth shd be done. easy for u. all u do is say. u dont think wad it means to me. or rather wad it could mean.. i shd nt haf msg u tts for sure. i shouldnt. fml. seriously. one fine day. ur gonna kill me indirectly and i know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2129368517966628008?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2129368517966628008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2129368517966628008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7295863380498024371</id><published>2010-11-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:16:10.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok well.... yesterday. well technically tt is was my birthday. thanks to all the ppl who spent the day with me although not everyone will read this probably... someone msg me in the morning which i think damn funny.. i dunno why i found it damn amusing. apparently i haf 3 wishes for my birthday and she made one for me alr. which is to move on and be happy. so i said something like. i dunno if can or something like tt... and she said. can one i made wish alr wad. i dunno i found it damn funny but it really made my day. haha.. well. if wishes did come true i guess. i will be happy den huh. so would u. tp coming.. lets see. 16 more days... mus fucking pass if nt. no job. no job. no kl trip. ok maybe still have but take bus which i think fucking boring. bike still down at workshop. fucking saddening. ah well. but den. i'm sure yr end wld be fun. things will get better. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7295863380498024371?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7295863380498024371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7295863380498024371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8799582696445440155</id><published>2010-11-01T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:15:07.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know wad. i think. i give up. i've done my part or at least i think i've done my part. and well. i guess nth more can be done. except i'm the only one fighting for this. there isnt much of a point is there. its good to have ppl talking sense into u. amazing considering the fact tt he was high. i shouldnt do anything no more. i guess. maybe its time to move on. u have. twice. and really. did u think letting ur bf find me was a good idea. have u thought about wad kinda output i have from the previous months of disappointments, anger, hate, etc. i think not. but well. i guess. i shouldnt do anything anyway. but still. if birthday wishes came through. can i have you back please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8799582696445440155?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8799582696445440155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8799582696445440155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/11/u-know-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7180446038409465565</id><published>2010-10-29T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:40:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought everyone had a conscience. where'd your's go b. does the way i feel not affect u at all? to you, everything can be solved by just a i don't know or a i forget? when i saw you just now. all i was looking for was your facial expression. and well. the way you looked at me was like. i'm some kinda stranger. i suppose your having fun now being together and stuff. but guess wad. its killing me. and you know. i don't understand how your previous 'bf' and bf can just openly stay over while i have to sneak in like some kinda criminal? how do you think i feel. have you ever put yourself in my shoes. how would you feel. everything just doesn't add up. i know i put you through a lot back then but. i'm sure you don't know wad kinda hell i'm going through and i'm sure its more. ya sure you asked me not to wait but. if i could would i still be here. i don't understand how people can move on so easily. don't do this will you. i'm gonna break soon i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7180446038409465565?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7180446038409465565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7180446038409465565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-thought-everyone-had-conscience.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2211049251530089836</id><published>2010-10-26T05:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:59:18.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the rate things are going i hope the person on the kr in my dream was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2211049251530089836?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2211049251530089836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2211049251530089836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-rate-things-are-going-i-hope-person.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5691787124964766812</id><published>2010-10-22T06:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:38:58.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope for the hopeless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5691787124964766812?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5691787124964766812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5691787124964766812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-for-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-9031458950668565860</id><published>2010-10-21T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:20:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you. is that still ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-9031458950668565860?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/9031458950668565860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/9031458950668565860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-927756951511698406</id><published>2010-10-21T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:06:47.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i not miss you anymore please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-927756951511698406?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/927756951511698406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/927756951511698406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-not-miss-you-anymore-please.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1636086827498919790</id><published>2010-10-17T06:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:25:31.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how about i miss you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1636086827498919790?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1636086827498919790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1636086827498919790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-about-i-miss-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5180865014171832290</id><published>2010-10-15T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:15:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember how we used to be like. i miss that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5180865014171832290?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5180865014171832290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5180865014171832290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-how-we-used-to-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-344591537543665694</id><published>2010-10-14T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:30:31.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Baby you're all that I want.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-344591537543665694?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/344591537543665694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/344591537543665694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-youre-all-that-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4792243411974051644</id><published>2010-10-10T06:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T06:15:40.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think i can give you a long lasting relationship. i can give you a relationship though. not something that is long lasting. but something that wont end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4792243411974051644?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4792243411974051644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4792243411974051644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-think-i-can-give-you-long.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5038775469827626074</id><published>2010-10-09T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T03:23:27.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the fuck does shit have to happen all the fucking time. its been long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5038775469827626074?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5038775469827626074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5038775469827626074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-fuck-does-shit-have-to-happen-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5632355591729342053</id><published>2010-10-06T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:07:12.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"It hurts to know that I'm never your option when you're my priority."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5632355591729342053?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5632355591729342053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5632355591729342053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-hurts-to-know-that-im-never-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7033200136190651275</id><published>2010-10-06T04:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T04:57:42.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contradictions. or. is it me thinking too damn much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7033200136190651275?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7033200136190651275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7033200136190651275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/contradictions.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6060445997341044473</id><published>2010-10-01T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:51:13.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow the kinda stuff you do to make yourself happy just isn't right. not that i can do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6060445997341044473?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6060445997341044473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6060445997341044473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/10/somehow-kinda-stuff-you-do-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3167478708190678633</id><published>2010-09-28T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:29:30.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember how you used to get face cramps eating sour stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3167478708190678633?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3167478708190678633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3167478708190678633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-remember-how-you-used-to-get-face.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4306371704505807989</id><published>2010-09-24T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:27:35.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't look too far for something that is just in front of you. especially something that would always be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4306371704505807989?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4306371704505807989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4306371704505807989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-look-too-far-for-something-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3684826761863999426</id><published>2010-09-23T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T04:21:57.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;You don't feel me here anymore.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3684826761863999426?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3684826761863999426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3684826761863999426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-dont-feel-me-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6806504912256451422</id><published>2010-09-22T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:11:36.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm ok well. nth's really happening in my life now. i think. so. mundane. boring. but. i am fucking done with stupid theories at fucking cdc. car tp. nov. i gt till october 25 to clear my pracs and den book tp for motor. i have this bad obsession with like anything with a motor. and i'd like to drive or ride legally very much. although. i dun really care i jus do it illegally anyway. holidays now. nt much plans. work f1. get money. take car license provided i dun spend the money which is nt really happening cos im depleting my pay everyday. fuck......sch opens in 2 weeks.. fuck man. f1 starts tmr. at least something to keep my occupied besides slping. ah well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that are said in fury don't mean anything at all. applies to me at least. i fucking miss you i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8274594-6806504912256451422?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6806504912256451422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6806504912256451422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm-ok-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5815964150406216234</id><published>2010-09-21T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T04:05:19.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i miss you stopping me from peeling my lips. kinda stupid. but. ya. i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5815964150406216234?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5815964150406216234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5815964150406216234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-i-miss-you-stopping-me-from-peeling.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8829658204697348486</id><published>2010-09-21T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T03:56:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok well. when you said. "if you feel the same way we can overcome anything" i kinda believed you. but  maybe its not us anymore. maybe its not you. wait. thats not a maybe. it probably is not. and. i think i'm failing miserably in trying to get you back. i'm just like. here. and. i cant do anything. how fucked up is that. and. i always get affected by what you say. or sometimes do. its not something i can help but. ya. its demoralizing really. its been pretty long already. then again. impossible is nothing. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8829658204697348486?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8829658204697348486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8829658204697348486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-well_21.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3390925527654557473</id><published>2010-09-14T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:10:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna see you so badly. i miss you. i miss hugging you. i miss kissing you. i miss holding your hand. i miss sending you home. i miss lying next to you. i miss everything about you, be it good or bad. i want to be able to go through all that again. it will happen one day i'm sure. or. will it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3390925527654557473?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3390925527654557473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3390925527654557473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wanna-see-you-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2067139481232640191</id><published>2010-09-13T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:20:54.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be the best person i can be. just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2067139481232640191?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2067139481232640191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2067139481232640191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-be-best-person-i-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6767097900961087196</id><published>2010-09-12T07:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:27:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's just something about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6767097900961087196?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6767097900961087196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6767097900961087196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-just-something-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3490434349009074030</id><published>2010-09-10T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:12:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember the time under jr house where you kept running away and i kept running after you and carrying you back. its the same just that the next time i get you back. i'm never letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3490434349009074030?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3490434349009074030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3490434349009074030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember-time-under-jr-house-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1270601668475435358</id><published>2010-09-10T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:29:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1270601668475435358?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1270601668475435358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1270601668475435358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6375626203429921359</id><published>2010-09-08T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:28:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6375626203429921359?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6375626203429921359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6375626203429921359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4434669896298237757</id><published>2010-09-06T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:02:21.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised, i still tie my laces the way you wanted me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4434669896298237757?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4434669896298237757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4434669896298237757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-realised-i-still-tie-my-laces.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5223633178832516790</id><published>2010-09-05T05:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:15:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm being over possessive and protective of someone i cannot even call my own. ok wait. i dont think. i know. cos i fucking love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5223633178832516790?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5223633178832516790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5223633178832516790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-im-being-over-possessive-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7723314826894780229</id><published>2010-09-04T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:26:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come to think of it. i think i would kill for one. i fucking gonna snap soon. this is just crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7723314826894780229?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7723314826894780229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7723314826894780229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/come-to-think-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6721230828251062786</id><published>2010-09-04T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:19:57.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;Relationships are worth fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you can't be the only one fighting.&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/8274594-6721230828251062786?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6721230828251062786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6721230828251062786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/relationships-are-worth-fighting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4793016640128406802</id><published>2010-09-04T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:18:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok well. attachment has ended. ironically. i kinda kiss working there. the ppl there are like nice. except one. ok actually 2. but well. stupid fucker nvr ask me extend. and anyway i hafta go back on monday. i dunno wth they doing really. i hand in time sheet one thursday for pay. they say cannot process in time monday den collect. wth la. wan take how many years. fucking broke alr la sia. and. i tot doing a 40 page report was hard. apparently nt really la. i haf like 80 plus pages currently.. fucking easy actually. 2nd night in the row im home. fucking boring i swear. its almost 2am. im fucking hungry. but i lazy cook. and i doubt they haf food down stairs i think. holidays starting. hmmm. wth do i do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4793016640128406802?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4793016640128406802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4793016640128406802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-833789604356790707</id><published>2010-08-31T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T03:33:54.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>b i want to be loved by you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-833789604356790707?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/833789604356790707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/833789604356790707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/b-i-want-to-be-loved-by-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4259273509006963177</id><published>2010-08-30T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:04:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the. i-wish-i-didnt-fucking-do/say-that kinda feeling. like.wad's done is done. sure u cant turn back time or any shit like tt but.well.i try to make things better in wadever way possible.  honestly i do nt know and have no clue either hw this will end.. sucks to be me. really. i dont like the fact wad i do more often den nt has some kinda indirect effect on u.  i dont wish to be a problem to u as much as i can help it.  i love u. more den u will ever know. it sucks to see ppl ard me being happy with their other half. and like. i cld actually be having the same thing nw still nt till i fucked up. b i miss u manymany u know. anyway. attachment's ending soon. 5 days. but. fuck. 40 page report. where to start. nt to mention my log book which is suppose tp be filled up everyday. but well.. after week 2. i kinda stopped. and 10 weeks altogether so. pretty much quite screwed nw. cant fail this shit. and. ya. actually it passed kinda fast. fucking slow at first by nxt thing u know its ending. and i kinda gonna miss working there actually. nt the work of cos. the ppl there are nice. except for a few fucking black sheep. and apparently holiday is till 11th oct. which is kinda long? i hope so la. tts wad i heard.. ah well. gonna slp soon. work tmr. mondays a killer with all the stupid shipments choking up over the weekends fuck. gd night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4259273509006963177?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4259273509006963177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4259273509006963177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1665097602261796893</id><published>2010-08-29T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:39:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you're not the one. then who is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1665097602261796893?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1665097602261796893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1665097602261796893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-not-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-9067250005201015122</id><published>2010-08-29T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:35:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just suck you know. when everything is fine and then it crashes down like nothing ever happened. and the worse part is, i don't really want to go through everything again and put everything back together. its tiring. but. still. i have to. and want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-9067250005201015122?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/9067250005201015122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/9067250005201015122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-just-suck-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7580152189802060237</id><published>2010-08-28T04:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:27:56.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving you is one thing. showing you is another. i guess. i didnt really do that huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7580152189802060237?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7580152189802060237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7580152189802060237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/loving-you-is-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2583068928660517983</id><published>2010-08-27T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:08:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;i would give you the world.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you gave me the chance.&lt;/b&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/8274594-2583068928660517983?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2583068928660517983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2583068928660517983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-would-give-you-world.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1872613069297834492</id><published>2010-08-26T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:16:29.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok u know. i really hate this feeling. the feeling of. something's gonna happen and nth does and then something happens and it makes everything back fire back at u turning everything upside down and back to square one. and more often den nt. im the one finding stuff like this out frm no where i dunno why. maybe its jus my thinking or im overeacting. or. i dunno. ya i felt like something was finally going somewhere. i din go through 2 months plus of crap being thrown at me for nth. its been. im thinking. 5 months or so now. probably more. this is fucking hard and. really. fuck. i dunno. lets jus say. i rather ride a vespa for life den go through all this. i hate vespas i swear. stupid things. dun deserve to be called bikes. this is wad happens when u dun fucking think with ur head. and one small move can fuck everything u haf up. brilliant. tt being said. things cld be so much more diff now if we were still together. i hate seeing the way u live ur life frm my point of view. i dunno. it doesnt look right. i worry abt u. esp when i know u going drink. god knows wtf can happen. it seems like alcohol is constantly on ur mind and. fuck. this wldnt happen if i was still in ur life cos i wont allow tt and u know it. its worse to have no one restricting u in wad u do. as much as u hate it. u haf no idea really. how much i hate to see u talking to some guy and i dunno wth he comes from anyway or how u know him. it fucking sucks i swear. maybe. im thinking too much. i hope nt. this will die down someday. someday pls come soon. i fucking going to die i swear. im stretching myself way beyond my limits and i know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1872613069297834492?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1872613069297834492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1872613069297834492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7096677563246938803</id><published>2010-08-25T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:19:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px; "&gt;No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7096677563246938803?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7096677563246938803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7096677563246938803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-one-is-perfect-until-you-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7327939654611023719</id><published>2010-08-23T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:07:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;"It's impossible." said pride. "It's risky." said experience. "It's pointless." said reason. "Give it a try." whispered the heart.&lt;/span&gt;  ya how bout i'm trying.&lt;/span&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/8274594-7327939654611023719?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7327939654611023719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7327939654611023719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2779297897501565015</id><published>2010-08-22T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:16:06.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family:Georgia, sans-serif;font-size:32px;"&gt; If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best. from what i'm seeing. i think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2779297897501565015?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2779297897501565015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2779297897501565015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-there-is-any-possible-consolation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7098929094381690887</id><published>2010-08-22T06:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:55:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know. u run through my mind. like a million times a day. keep thinking of u. wad u doing. why u nt replying. if ur ok. are u eating well. etc. its jus. i dunno how to describe it. and all these thoughts going on within my head which jus fucks up everything and making me think alot abt stuff. i fucking regret talking to quek jus now and well. i guess now. its totally diff. the many things tt cld actually happen i wldnt know. and all the time i thinking. wad u mean with wad ur posting. i hate to ask u cos i dowan u to get irritated and stuff. but everytime it either can make me happy or fucked up reading all tt. and more often den nt wad i think isnt even right. maybe. jus maybe something cld happen. or. maybe not. loving someone who apparently doesnt care is hard. or sometimes it doesnt seem like tt. i wld die to go into ur mind and know wad ur thinking abt everything. and. tt fucker does nt deserve u at all. i swear. i may haf nt haf been a gd bf to u before. but i dare say based on wad i see. i make a much better one compared to him. im pretty sure u will read this anyway. dont do nth abt it. this kills i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7098929094381690887?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7098929094381690887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7098929094381690887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5893212026347026774</id><published>2010-08-21T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:50:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i am bored like fuck. having slept for more den. 12 hours. damn shiok. but fuck. like everyone is slping i think. or out somewhere. wth i gt nth to do now. seriously. bad idea. haha. 2 weeks more to end of fucking attachment. tts like 10 days. think if i shd extend. 6.8 per hr i think its quite alot but i bored like fuck of it alr. but i kinda need the money la. my license thing going no where. i think by the time i can take prac my money all gone la. fuck. and i am bored. extremely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5893212026347026774?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5893212026347026774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5893212026347026774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok_21.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7735431458978955995</id><published>2010-08-20T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:40:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly i wonder how long more i can endure this. its so fucking hard i swear. half of me wants to fuck off. but the other half doesn't. you have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7735431458978955995?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7735431458978955995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7735431458978955995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/honestly-i-wonder-how-long-more-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1372478121268219484</id><published>2010-08-17T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:29:17.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes denial is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1372478121268219484?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1372478121268219484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1372478121268219484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-denial-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8141150731261163164</id><published>2010-08-16T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:10:13.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>then burn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8141150731261163164?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8141150731261163164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8141150731261163164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/then-burn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4989984596024608472</id><published>2010-08-15T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T05:53:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a sucker for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4989984596024608472?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4989984596024608472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4989984596024608472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sucker-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6493248727759146352</id><published>2010-08-14T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:58:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. im damn fucking tired i swear. was late today. for some fucking reason there was a jam otw near coastal road. i have no idea why cos i jus fell back to slp. fucking did work the whole day. tts nt normal for me btw. the hk students leaving alr. so fuck. means i taking over tt guy which is bad. i gonna fucking hate the last 2 weeks of hell there i swear. tmr's my rtt. i fucking wan to pass i swear.. if all goes well. i can probably get license by late nov. i hope. bike still nt repaired.. fuckkkk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it really sucks when u make me worried. hate tt feeling like fuck. i dun haf to care. but i just do. u dun  haf to care if i care anot. but still. think abt urself. somehow. wad ur feeling now. is hw i feel abt u u know tt. i know. i shdnt be delighting in ur problems. but theres a side of me tt is secretly happy. i know im a fucker but. i guess somethings cant be help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6493248727759146352?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6493248727759146352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6493248727759146352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8035265918757563329</id><published>2010-08-13T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T02:57:37.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah fuck. i shdnt have dyed my hair. now it all stiff and stuff when its wet like last time. fucking spoil it. and fuck. damn pissed off with my company. imagine. i've been inside for about a month plus. and i've transfered to 3 diff departments alr. wtf right. and like i learn so many bloody things its fucking confusing and the latest one. damn bloody complex shit i think imma die tmr. ah fuck. 2 more damn weeks. which is. 10 days minus weekends den can fuck off alr. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and. i tot of something to answer ur qns. cos. i still love u. and ya. i wld do anything to try to make u happy if i can.. i guess. sometimes talking doesnt really help. actions sure does speak louder den words. im sure u wld haf done the same. well. nt now. last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8035265918757563329?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8035265918757563329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8035265918757563329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4028290634790808524</id><published>2010-08-11T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T02:46:55.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how bout its almost impossible to move on when your life revolves around something which is not suppose to be gone in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4028290634790808524?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4028290634790808524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4028290634790808524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-bout-its-almost-impossible-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7818194740982764463</id><published>2010-08-11T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T02:36:06.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah well. now that was depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7818194740982764463?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7818194740982764463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7818194740982764463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1725119882455196386</id><published>2010-08-10T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T01:18:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is like national day. rather yesterday. all i did was go workshop. play bike. etc. unlike last. 2 or 3 yrs where we went down marina square go see fireworks all. i duno. this time. its just different. and the rest went to catch a movie.  i din wan to go tt far and. other stuff. so much for long weekend. like over alr. like fast. damn irritating. stupid company. and after a whole damn week my pay came on friday.. went to bank in so. i think i'll gt it on thursday or something. fucking long. and troublesome. wth must give cheque. i wanna buy so many stuff. i wanna dye my hair. and fix my fucking bike.. and i wan go learn muay thai. heheh. but tts like expensive man. and if i do all tt. my license need take alr. but. ah well. tmr work again. sibei sian. tmr reach confirm all chaos. after renovation. so like all the boxes of stuff must unpack. at least waste time ah. i hope i get back my own desk again sia cb. and. on a random note. its like. amazing wth one decision can affect so much in future. esp when tt decision is a wrong one. so fucked up i swear. talk abt fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1725119882455196386?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1725119882455196386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1725119882455196386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-like-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6388782010207352707</id><published>2010-08-08T06:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T06:09:50.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know we said things, did things&lt;br /&gt;That we didn’t mean&lt;br /&gt;And we fall back into the same patterns&lt;br /&gt;Same routines&lt;br /&gt;But your temper is just as bad as mine is&lt;br /&gt;You’re the same as me,&lt;br /&gt;But when it’s comes to love you’re just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please come back, it wasn’t you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it was me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All I’ll know is that I love you too much, to walk away now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice, when I talk&lt;br /&gt;Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;Next time I’m pissed i'll aim my fist at the drywall&lt;br /&gt;Next time, there won’t be no next time&lt;br /&gt;I apologize &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;even though I know its lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of the games, I just want her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I know I’m a liar, if she ever tries to fucking leave again&lt;br /&gt;I’m a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6388782010207352707?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6388782010207352707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6388782010207352707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-i-know-we-said-things-did-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1024207590224573309</id><published>2010-08-07T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:59:24.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a space bound rocketship and your heart's the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm aiming right at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1024207590224573309?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1024207590224573309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1024207590224573309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-space-bound-rocketship-and-your_07.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5978116915609228949</id><published>2010-08-07T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:59:18.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a space bound rocketship and your heart's the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm aiming right at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-5978116915609228949?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5978116915609228949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5978116915609228949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-space-bound-rocketship-and-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6310762584276405762</id><published>2010-08-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:44:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok why is the whole post in caps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6310762584276405762?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6310762584276405762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6310762584276405762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-why-is-whole-post-in-caps.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2818280400712347245</id><published>2010-08-04T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:58:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. i'm not going to thank the person who did my blog.. cos. its nt complete yet eh. hehe. anyway. past few days haf been kinda good. went ubin which was kinda fun i guess. really sucky was when the bikes failed tho. damn cb. went over matt's for sbk. its been a while since i touch the xbox. the bugger's in ns now. sad or wad. and. the last time i saw him bald was like. primary sch. oh and. fuck. cb. knn. my bloody piston jam. which means i haf to fork out abt. 100 odd. maybe more to repair the bloody thing. like when everything is done i swear i shifting the bike to my hse. and fuck. attachment is murdering me. and wads worse the pay nvr come one. suddenly im seeing so many nice things to buy online. but. the bad part is. if i do no need take my license. mus tahan.... alr 100 bucks flying to the piston. yes. my life is pretty fucked now. but i guess. ur making it better. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2818280400712347245?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2818280400712347245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2818280400712347245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2002211801990120824</id><published>2010-08-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:10:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Keith. Don't forget to thank me for changing your blogskin ok (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2002211801990120824?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2002211801990120824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2002211801990120824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-keith.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1356515729017861928</id><published>2010-07-26T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:59:10.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;There is a reason why i'm trying to make an effort to make things the way it was before. But i don't think i can do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1356515729017861928?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1356515729017861928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1356515729017861928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-is-reason-why-im-trying-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7775431012179571761</id><published>2010-07-24T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T04:15:56.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;ok. im back. but. i have no idea how to change my blogskin. i guess its nt suited right now. who's gonna blog for me when im lazy though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7775431012179571761?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7775431012179571761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7775431012179571761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2596031223839932093</id><published>2010-04-11T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:59:27.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;things don't seem to be the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2596031223839932093?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2596031223839932093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2596031223839932093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-dont-seem-to-be-same-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-5456567085806820475</id><published>2010-01-28T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:31:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm well...much has happened lately jus tt i was lazy update. gilda's chalet. it was fun but well. hmm.stuff which shdnt happen happened. gary's bbq and stuff..in this month alone tts like the 4th bbq alr?sch started which sucked.well..and today..went over to yishun area..borrowed bike frm my fren.heheh.which means i can ride now.and my dad gt a dog.its a dachshund. see its slping there innocently but its actually a devil inside. but still.its really adorable and cute.haha. sch's in abt.7 hrs.gotta slp nw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6yJLN8eijY/S2CFOmJfpqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3gf4r3az1-U/s1600-h/23012010(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431487636413851298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6yJLN8eijY/S2CFOmJfpqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3gf4r3az1-U/s320/23012010(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8274594-5456567085806820475?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5456567085806820475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/5456567085806820475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F6yJLN8eijY/S2CFOmJfpqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3gf4r3az1-U/s72-c/23012010(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3181282397356239923</id><published>2010-01-07T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:42:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, you know, this could be something'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3181282397356239923?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.elyricsworld.com/two_is_better_than_one_lyrics_boys_like_girls.html' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3181282397356239923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3181282397356239923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3254408821343708961</id><published>2009-12-31T05:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:59:19.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hi all. christmas has passed and new year is in  less den a day...well chirstmas was boring this year i dunno why...relatives came over..had a lot of nice food and hmm tts abt it..a few presents here and there..well..i dun think i wanna make any resolutions for nxt yr cos..hmm..i havent done anything abt last yr's one..haha.like. quite smoking.and i jus found out tt the singapore idol guy...i dunno hw to spl the bugger's name. he's my cousin's bf.haha.and baby's birthday is coming.hmm.and..den sch starts.fuck.ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3254408821343708961?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3254408821343708961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3254408821343708961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7254151279344377331</id><published>2009-11-24T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:45:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;just to let you know i havent forgotten the 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7254151279344377331?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7254151279344377331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7254151279344377331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-let-you-know-i-havent-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4478377887501117249</id><published>2009-11-22T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:13:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;read this off agus's fb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The couple that fights the most is the one most in love. It shows they care enough to notice the other one's screwed up and care enough to mention it to the other person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;on the other hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Apologizing does not always mean you are wrong and the other person is right. It just means you value your relationship more then your ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;think abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4478377887501117249?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4478377887501117249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4478377887501117249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-this-off-aguss-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7453438676306438974</id><published>2009-11-10T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:06:22.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;knnbccb.im like. so pissed off now..my dad's such a bitch i swear...oh..b4 i go to tt..my bike got stolen on sunday morning..went baby's hse and left it outside..yeah it wasnt locked..my fault on tt part but still..nt the first time i left it there..this time sway or wad..so fuck u mother fucker...nw tt u gt my bike u better fuck off far away from anywhere near tamp or bedok cos if i see u u confirm die i swear u fucking bloody ccb.i hope u kenna hit by car and somehw get decapitated by my pedal or something jus before my peg goes through ur fucking head and ur parents die with u u fucking ccb bloody dog...and abt my dad...he said long b4..begining of this year wad..18 go take licience...den buy car all..ok..den i nvr really talked to him abt it after tt...i asked him on my birthday he say can still..last friday at night ask him he say talk to my mother..knnb today ask him he ask me take for wad..i say drive ah..he say wad maybe go ns can take for free...ccb dowan pay say dowan must go one fucking big round give false hopes all..initial plan was to sell off my bike at least gt sum money can register nw knn bike also gone....knn also cannot do anything..i fucking swear i see the fucker with my bike he confirm die sia knn.fucking cb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7453438676306438974?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7453438676306438974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7453438676306438974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/11/knnbccb.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6376994576478226759</id><published>2009-11-03T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:12:08.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ah ok..its abt 3hrs after my birthday...finally 18.heheh...thanks to all those who celebrated with me..and baby for the present and card.haha i love u laa..and the card which was frm everyone else...hmmm..well i din go sch today..met up with baby...stayed with her till she went off for exam..den went meet gary for lunch and den arul and all..caught up with him..den walked over to jr hse there...slacked a while..sent b home den took cab back..shdnt bring too muchmoney out la sia..spend 10 over bucks on cab la sia..went home..end up my sis wld be late..ordered pizza and stuff instead and i took a nap while waiting..lots of stuff to eat ah..was damn full..went out meet the rest of them where hakim tt bitch..managed to smash the cake on me after saying he wld sit there and do nth this time...ah i will so get him nxt yr...send b back after tt went back lepak a while den everyone went off leaving me azri and hakim..lepak at prime there till  bout 1..den went off..oh..turns out my dad isnt a prick this time...but still..must wait till for him register and stuff first..haha.ok gonna turn in soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6376994576478226759?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6376994576478226759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6376994576478226759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6801798447727137063</id><published>2009-10-20T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:37:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ah ok....lately has been ok...every1's having sch nw...well...ok so back to friday..went wildwildwet with quek,gilda,desmond gary and vivien...tks to gilda for having tickets..was ok overall i guess.quite fun but i doubt it wld be worth paying the 10 over bucks to go in..lucky free....and den i went back eat after tt...caught sum slp..and went out ard 2 or so am....slacked...and went off ard 6 i think...woke up ard 12....bathed..ate and stuff.went downtown..ok..suppose to meet 130 ah..i reached 133...and..i was the earliest..and i stay like..far compared to the rest of them...and well..gilda and vivien came after tt..followed by quek desmond and b...jr happily forgot he was coming so he came late...but we went  in first...escape's kinda boring nw...once again gilda had tickets so at least it was free....go kart was fun..the rest..hmmm..ok la..tks to jeremy working there we had extra rounds towards the closing time..heheh...went jus acia to eat after tt..i think its spelt tt way...nt bad sia...reasonable price...plus free flow drinks and ice cream...sent b back and went home..sunday nth...today...sch..dammit..boring...and b's phone gt stolen by sum indian fella..if only...i didnt bathe so i cld go out earlier i guess it wldnt haf happened....called police and stuff..went ard try find but well..cldnt..send b home..but after tt needed to go police statioon so went pick her again..and den went eat at srisun...send her back and den went home....ah..fuck sch tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6801798447727137063?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6801798447727137063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6801798447727137063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-2454698233556797058</id><published>2009-10-01T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T03:26:00.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ok well...yesterrday.followed hakim to track at tuas....woke up at 9..early or wad...reachquek hse ard 9 plus going 10...hakim the 10 o clock cannot trust one ah..he came at 11 liddat...walked over to his workshop..went to eat and den his brother came..and frm den till ard 2 we did nth cos the lorry driver cb..hafiz and min came too..and den we set off with another lorry..reached there and hakim suit up and stuff and went a few laps..den he came back lepak so the rest of us decided go on top of the hill see him frm there...it was his 6th lap...and there was the corner he scraped he exhaust pipe all the way which gt me thinking if he scraped too much comfirm fall one..i wasnt the only one thinking tt la....and nxt thing u know the the nxt lap on same corner he wipeout.nth wrong with him but the bike tyre puncture and his fork twisted somewad...the rest were scrapes on the bike here and there...and it was like fucked up la..book 2 hrs and 30 min in cannot ride..so we did nth but den hakim went off with his brother go pump tyre and it worked so ya.so we jus like rode ard cos the fork like danger only...first time riding motorbike and hakim's bike fucking scary..its like fucking fast la.an x1 is nt suppose to be like tt la sia..but fun ah.welll after riding a while we went lepak and fed mosquitos...den they were closing so we left jus nice lorry come...loaded the bike and went off..traffic jam on the way back..reached the work shop..and den hakim was fixing norisha's bike...and so me and quek went off first..desmond sent me to bus stop after tt..but end up my dad was in tamp picking my brother so i went find him...and ya..came back eat and stuff and i slept till a while ago...ok it was one of those nt so boring holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-2454698233556797058?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2454698233556797058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/2454698233556797058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7340928477384831756</id><published>2009-09-29T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:08:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Baby you're not updating! Hehehhe, so since I'm free now, I shall be good and help you update. I know I'm good ah, no need thank me okeh! So.. So far, nothing much happened I guess? Though we didn't get to celebrate our second month. I mean, we only get to see each other for less than half and hour I guess? But it's ok (: Oh, I hope you like what I've made for you. Though you didn't say anything about it, except for the studs. Okeh, I'm feeling tired right now. So maybe I'll help you update again some other time. Or maybe tomorrow. iloveyou! bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-7340928477384831756?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7340928477384831756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/7340928477384831756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-youre-not-updating-hehehhe-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6874824672602104501</id><published>2009-09-17T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:04:39.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;wad makes u think i understand.wad makes u think i like these kinda small matter stupid quarrels.did i make it an arguement?re-read ur own msgs.when i say wadever u say it means i cannot be bothered to argue with u because its seriously stupid to.i know myself if i replied u yesterday it wldnt be a nice reply.i give into u alot right as u said.maybe i shdnt this time.cos as far as im concerned after reading my sent msgs and ur msgs.u were the one sparking a quarrel.so u know wad.suit urself.i din say tt everything u say is wrong or any shit like tt ever b4 so why are u involving me if u wanna think tt way.i din say ur nt important to me.its wad u think so i cant help u there..so ya.im sorry it'll hurt u but.wadever u wanna think la huh.i cant find anything else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6874824672602104501?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6874824672602104501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6874824672602104501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/wad-makes-u-think-i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8329429230230055557</id><published>2009-09-14T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:28:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okeh, I'm here to help this lazy pig of mine to update, because dust and bacteria is like getting more and more already ah. Everyday's more or less the same, for him lah. Like, sleep in the morning/afternoon, wake up in the evening, bathe, eat, use comp, come out slack, ride, home, bathe, eat, sleep etc. SOMEONE HOLIDAY ALREADY WHAT. Unlike me. Got school later. In less than 7 hours time, AND! I'm not asleep yet. I was actually lying on the bed already ah, but stomach damn pain! Confirm is just now the super duper spicy burger. HAHAH. So since I can't sleep, might as well use lappy right! HEHEHHEH. And instead of updating my OWN BLOG, I'm helping baby update too. SMACK YOU SMACK YOU SMACK YOU. SMACK SMACK SMACK. HAHAHAHAHA, baby! iloveyou lah. Hehehhehe. And I know you love me too :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8329429230230055557?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8329429230230055557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8329429230230055557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/okeh-im-here-to-help-this-lazy-pig-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6571782094035600983</id><published>2009-09-07T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:27:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a change of blogskin, done by ME; PEARLYN CHEE SHU HUI! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, must thank me hor, I help you change one.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what you owe me, you know, forfeits.&lt;br /&gt;Please clear your debts ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, iloveyou! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6571782094035600983?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6571782094035600983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6571782094035600983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-change-of-blogskin-done-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1284473593419958928</id><published>2009-08-25T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:05:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok hmmm...yes.recently has been bout the same thing.go tamp slack.sum study.well mostly slacking ah.but well..a change for today tts why i decided to make noise here..ok actually rather yesterday la..hmm.yesterday wad like a 1 month thing where baby and i are together..i dunno but it din feel like month la..kinda fast..haha but well..although we do the same thing almost everyday but well..ok so anyway..went to sch for bout an hr plus nia..teacher like gd today release early..plus i come late.hehe.den went home ate...bathed..use com a while and bussed to tamp inter.where u was suppose to meet baby at 130..but.........she came like almost an hr late...watched the proposal..bought old chang kee after tt and went her hse area there slack and ate..den went take bike frm queks and met up with desmond and then techno where only i ate la....todayy eat many or wad sia. den went cheers gt drink and went the nt so new estate slack a lil while and den baby needa go home so sent her back...den quek and desmond sent me to bus stop.and ya bus home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;baby thanks for today..besides the fact u were late....heheh. i still enjoyed ur company very much. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1284473593419958928?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1284473593419958928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1284473593419958928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4291871154337946470</id><published>2009-07-26T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:01:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah ok.time for an update...alot happened recently...arul's sis birthday chalet.. a few weeks back.caught a movie after tt...celebrate jr and quek's birthday..every1's turning 18 for now...still got a long way to go dammit..ya..sch's the same everyday..boring like fuck..rode today for the first time in 3 weeks...actually 2nd la huh...tks to hakim can wall ride..ok nt a big one la..starbucks one..jr try and went into the bush..fucking funny...attempt to learn walltap din go so well the 2nd try...end up falling down scraping my palm on the floor after landing on it real hard...but ya i'll try to pull off as soon as possible..constant barspin..ya..nt bad in a day eh..left for home ard 4 plus..yeah..and nt forgeting i've found someone and i love her like hell..lifes pretty good so far..gonna catch some slp nw..night kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4291871154337946470?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4291871154337946470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4291871154337946470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4235295508778457741</id><published>2009-06-22T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:18:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok...so my holidays are starting to nt be boring again.last night...trip to soong sisters hse...azri's chain snapped b4 we went off..hakim fixed it..but nt gd enough..after hakim's super long way to town we reached..azri's chain snapped again..had to find chain to fix...but...cos the chain too slack cannot cycle...stopped at some shop..spanner cannot open ah..waited for taxi to come to borrow cross spanner but none of them wanna lend till some nice fella came lend us..he was pretty nice despite his jiaobin.seriously.by the time we set off frm there it was 4 or so..and we reached the house ard 430 maybe? took apart the gate.hid bikes went in..pretty scary inside although nobody saw nth..gt ppl staying.gt metal screeching sounds and whatnot all ard la..and frinch took a pic gt one woman standing at the window..i mean she's nt a real woman u know..hakim left his phone at some random place.and when they heard the recording gt one small girl's voice saying something like far away in malay..so ya.nt a very nice place eh.and den we went to 7-11 there lepak..den decided to go to fort canning..the steps climb can die one ah..and we were with bikes ah..ok so nth much there really a few pics with funny figrues inside.but the worse is like a trolley appear frm nowhere..firstly.not a single one of us saw it on the way up..suddenly it appearred..and the floor there is pretty uneven so if anyone push comfirm can hear but no sound at all la...i believe we were probably the onli ones there.and den we went off frm it a while..the trolley move on its own a little.so ya we decided to go..the down hill fun ah sia.can corner and stuff.but below danger a bit cos gt car...den we went to cathay i think..slack there..den frm there home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4235295508778457741?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4235295508778457741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4235295508778457741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok_22.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-1114625994757813294</id><published>2009-06-17T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:18:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok..hmm...meleka trip was ok...pretty fun i mus say..drove up with my other 2 uncles as well...i gt back yesterday but ya the initial plan was to drive up to kl but my mum cldn't take leave so ya...dammit la so short if nt it'll be till friday...food over there is nice...there's this famous beef noodle store i swear its damn nice..usual stuff la..shopping malls...and i watched a movie there too...terminator...the ticket is like rm7.00..tts like half price la sia..spend a bomb at the arcades...m'sia like every mall gt one arcade at least...well one had 2 arcades actually...and the games are cheaper compared to singapore and my younger cousins were like forever wanting to go la...hotel wad nice..facing the sea..i got pics but i lazy upload la..yeah.yesterday..came back bathed and den i went out to meet desmond jr and quek...we left for changi while jr went home..hmm.and i came back i was frigging tired..so i slept till like 8 plus jus nw ard there..and yes i think my holidays are fucking boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-1114625994757813294?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1114625994757813294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/1114625994757813294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4172346703867018238</id><published>2009-06-13T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:44:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well...today was a pretty fun day actually..started off with me waking up at 8 plus got ready and stuff..left the house..went back sch pass my fren the stupid assignment to pass to teacher den bus to tamp inter...well...the initial idea was to meet at 10..i swear i reach exactly at 100 while the rest of the buggers were late AS usual.last person clock in at 1040...den we took 19 to changi..stupid typical singaporean cut our queue at the jetty thing..nbcb.but ya eventually gt on..reached and rented bikes...well today's the first time i rented something below 10 bucks which is a bad choce...wad u pay for is wad u get man and today aint a very gd day to pay 6 bucks dammit...went to the supposely killer hill which they did something to so nw its nt dangerous anymore so nt fun..basket..and den went back to the jetty there to eat..salted fish fried rice...i like.den went load up with a 1.5l bottle of 100 plus and off we went to the mountain bike trail.....wasnt tt bad at first den we deeper in..well..firstly besides  the fact we were running low on water...my bike, matt's bike,quek which became desmond's bike and desmond which became quek bike had many problem...well mine being the worse suppose..the bloody hub skips like fun fair only...so imagine.the uphill gt many..so u stand up and cycle cranking down bloody hard the stupid thing gives way and i hit the stem damn bloody hard..like seriously its still pain like shit nw..and ontop of tt the stupid spring on the seat was like poking my ass all the way..and i cant stand up cycle cos my leg like pain only...so i hadda make do with a stupid spring poking my ass all the time..and den matt's derailer.well i dont think its spelt tt way but u gt the idea.it like gave way and bended real bad god knows why so we were stuck for a while but we managed to bend it back...mainly me..haha.den we were on our way again pretty much lost..ended up in obs property..which is 1/3 of the whole of ubin or ard there..and we ran into a dead end so we back tracked took another way den we saw the police range rover fellas who sped past as although we waved like shit but they stopped in front of some barrier and den we saw tarmac.....which meant road which meant we werent lost anymore but it was fun being lost..but nt with no water...went to the nearest drink stall and everyone was downing water..well in total i spent more on drinks den on food....and den jr came and met us there..went back to the bike shop and me and quek switched for a tandom bike which is pretty fun actually but its nt for going mountain tracks and stuff where we'll jus die la..and the pedals are lke somewhat connected make it irritating and quek crank the thing which made me kenna a bloody pedal bite...and ya we tried to hop with it but cldnt sadly cos the pedals wldnt be like parallel for both..if nt im sure we can one lor..and we managed to outrun arul meaning its fast..heheh.went to some place and drank a lil beer.and den i forgot wad happened den we  went to the jetty there..theres this open space where the floor's really slippery...so u see matt sliding and falling over....same with arul...jr doing sumthing stupid..me and quek skidding a tandom bike which is actually fun and scary cos the thing is so bloody long...one person on the tandom bike skidding and all kinds of nonsense...gt pics and vids but kinda lazy to upload and most of it is with desmond anyway..den ard 5 plus 6 we boat back to the mainland la..saw this monkey at the market...the rest of them were looking at it and me and arul were outside..den the bus come i call them run out but apparently to them a monkey is more entertaining den catching a bus so we ps them...arul's idea actually...bus to tpjc den changed to 17...came back bathe, ate...den slept a while..came out meet them ard 12 plus....slack till 3 or so den went back...hmm this is byfar the most fun trip to ubin actually....too bad for those who ps or cannot make it. haha.suck on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where'd you go. i miss you so. seems like its been forever you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4172346703867018238?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4172346703867018238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4172346703867018238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-6326296749265076431</id><published>2009-05-27T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:02:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok..today wasnt exactly those boring sch days..which does nt mean its gd actually..i mean..lesson as for normal...after lunch went for a fag...den wanted go toilet..step inside and its filled with sports management buggers...apparently gt some problem. den they like calling ppl and wadever nonsense...so went handicap toilet ah..den went class..and den like frm nowhere this girl dewi runs outta class...din think much of it until one guy receives a call frm her saying her bf which is also in my class and he's name is saufi kenna accident...some stupid taxi made an illegal u turn causing him to bang into it..nt really sure wad happened but im pretty sure the taxi was at fualt...he like rammed into the side of the cab and flew on the roof and dunno wad ah....and its pretty serious...jus heard he's in icu in coma..gonna visit him tmr...he's a nice guy la..matt was like on the way home he saw the accident scene and he msg me like...eh ur spiderman fren accident jialat...his helmet has like a spiderman design so its like very outstanding see..den he decribes the vehicles condition which wasnt very gd..which meant saufi wldn't be too...jus praying he'll be alright. imma go off nw..gonna meet them to slack a while.badbad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-6326296749265076431?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6326296749265076431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/6326296749265076431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok_27.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-4827505289986925085</id><published>2009-05-18T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:06:25.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ok...so yeah...sch's been the same...except i pon quite alot the last week...last friday was damn boring..like no one riding..the first friday in damn long i stayed home..saturday went red bull x fighters thing...like ok onli la...one launcher one receiver...but better den watching on youtube ah...like many ppl turn up and it was damn crowded....den went back tamp slack ran into hakim in all..left ard 1130...gt bus to catch ah..today.woke up ard 12 plus...ate..went arul's meet him den went get my hair cut...went meet jr who was at sze yan's hse i think..if tts her name..damn awkward.like i dunno her well anyhw go her hse onli...jus slacked there while they did their art and stuff...and left ard 6 plus....at night arul came my hse area..lepak with him till like 10 min ago...ah dammit gt sch tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-4827505289986925085?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4827505289986925085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/4827505289986925085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok_18.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8836064170131244855</id><published>2009-05-11T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:32:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok...well...sch has been as usual....nth much..slack at night...go back sometimes late den cannot slp properly den go class slp...well...saturday went shisha with matt.gary.arul.jr and desmond...was our first time besides matt i think..and we were like smoking charcoal la wth..and there is like no kick in it..i rather stick to cigs la..and den after tt we went to matt's hse for a suppose to be movie marathon...watched amityville horror...hwever its spelt...gt shocked many times sia..and den half way of 40 yr old virgin...den we were all hungry so srisun for prata....den i decided i cldnt take it anymore and i really needed to slp but....it was raining like hell...arul decided to brave the rain..the rest of us went back to the hse where happily for me the moment we went up it stopped raining..so i chionged home...reached abt 6am...woke up afternoon went play soccer..surprisingly alot of ppl came...apparently i cant play anymore..its the 2nd time i played so my leg recovered.and ya....this time pain like shit..and sum bugger stepped on my leg there nw gt one big bruise....pfft.and den i went back for dinner after tt...today..sch frm 9 to 12. i like. ahha...went meet the rest of the family near my sch there...they picked me up and went for lunch..suppose to eat at some restaurant there but my dad cldnt gt a parking lot so we went off...went e hub which was surprsingly quiet.. like nt much ppl sia...ate at nyny...food was ok..i ate some burger...juicy burger i think...i wanted to try the burger challenge but my sis din let cos apparently she paid for the meal and she din wan to risk paying tt much..sheesh...but i wasnt really full so i swear i cld haf finished if i tried..i think..after tt sent my dad to cgh for check up den we went home where i slept till 7 plus...damn tired..going out soon after this.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8836064170131244855?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8836064170131244855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8836064170131244855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3100039406558335134</id><published>2009-05-06T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:14:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3100039406558335134?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3100039406558335134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3100039406558335134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3856772139392458056</id><published>2009-04-22T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:07:00.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah.well..sch's been ok so far i think...but i think tapping of attendence is damn stupid..and my stupid card wasnt working tt day so fuck man.my so called final time table seems rather ok..onli wednesdays are screwed up cos i finish at 530 which is super long ah...my class seems rather ok nw..the matreps arent exactly matreps la...some are kinda ok except for 1 or 2 damn kp ah...ah well..sch tmr at 9.crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3856772139392458056?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3856772139392458056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3856772139392458056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-3074858965509267281</id><published>2009-04-18T06:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:34:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok...so its a friday..which kinda means the weekend....it makes a diff nw tt i haf sch la.so..went sch frm 10 to 12...and outta the 2 hrs my CA was doing admin stuff...so like 30 min of lesson...there was sum principal talk at 230 but i skipped tt la...met azri...walk him to bus stop  the went home..ate lunch den slept ah...woke up ard 5 plus...ate dinner...wait for azri and desmond come bedok...den we went off to meet the rest in town at somerset...it was lights out by den...went mac cos they wanted to eat...den went golden rail....its a rail at clarkquay. i think its spelt tt way...ruben managed to pull off a few...seriously respect him ah...he hasnt ridden tt long...and nt many ppl haf the balls to go down a rail...but he took a few bad falls though..ended up injuring his hand so ya...chester tried...fell all the way din pull off any...but ya...at least he dared to ah....den jason and aidan came over too..went wall ride...where the angmoh ppl like talking to us..so happen today alot of riders la..den he was asking hafiz to ride the wall for a cigg...den when anyone else tried he asked him to like burn them..sort of la...den gt one bapok walk past he was like...she probably has a dick bigger den mine or something like tt straight in the face sia..damn funny...and den we went kallang stadium carpark for erm..some fun which..hmm lets say isnt exactly legal ah...and frm there pit stop at spc and den east coast and home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-3074858965509267281?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3074858965509267281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/3074858965509267281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok_18.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-8686558988719924987</id><published>2009-04-13T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:27:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok..so sch's nt really looking good at the moment...today was like orientation but i din go for the first part.met up with agus chester ruben hafiz and azri...den we like lepak ard sch..go eat...play pool...walked ard and stuff liddat and den my CA called...i dun even know wad it stands for but he's like form teacher kinda thing..so i hadda go and it was damn boring...and ya..i din really know ppl in my class cos i din go for the first part..and it ended at 4..so i went off after tt so ya..another long day tmr which ends at 4.i think..ah well..im so nt used to sch life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274594-8686558988719924987?l=vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8686558988719924987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274594/posts/default/8686558988719924987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-off-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sk8ter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723124914179298380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274594.post-7480646729669466173</id><published>2009-04-11T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:43:05.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmmm..well..erm yesterday yesterday..met up with arul gary and jr for a movie....fast and furious 4...arul siad meet at 3 and i was the onli one who reached at 3 wtf...den gary came at 330...and ya the rest were ltr den tt...bought tickets which was 10 frigging bucks wtf....den went mac eat..and den went arcade...played initial d with jr and i lost fuck...well..ok at first i was winning by manymany and den i decided to slow down for him cos he wasnt used to manual so in the end i lost wtf...and den this guy challenged jr...but end up i play for him and i lost terribly...he has a card ah so ya...den we bought food and stuff using the coupon thing and went in like late..movie finished like 7 plus..reached home 8 plus...ate dinner den i slept till 2 plus or so...woke up ate again and den slept ard 5....all the way till today 8pm...which is damn long..went out met them...today is so nt hakim's day...on the way run over glass went back tamp...patch tube end up burst while pumping..went under his hse take tube..and den plain clothes police came.apparently they having sum major operation...so ya...ended up going kembangan for teh..and makan also...and den we went behind the mrt play 'uno'..till like 5 plus den all went home...and sch'd starting in like less den 2 days frm nw.ah shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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