<?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-11412243</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:06.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE GOOD MEN-........Forlorn</title><subtitle type='html'>how many of them are left standing on the foot of this earth, i don't know. But i want a count.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111866522315018057</id><published>2005-06-13T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:20:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes its just meant to hurt. I can feel the distance.&lt;br /&gt;you dont call no more since u first enjoyed ur clubbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its alrite, though it hurts to know the distance is building between us, not everything can turn out the way we hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, i will treat you the best n i will give u the best i can, n thats all i can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;the rest... if its meant for us, it will be, if its not then.... it will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111866522315018057?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111866522315018057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111866522315018057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111866522315018057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111866522315018057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-its-just-meant-to-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111767766506665442</id><published>2005-06-02T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:01:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you severed family ties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111767766506665442?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111767766506665442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111767766506665442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111767766506665442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111767766506665442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-severed-family-ties.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111630249993124972</id><published>2005-05-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:01:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always have wet eyes in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look all the more like a girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111630249993124972?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111630249993124972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111630249993124972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111630249993124972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111630249993124972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-always-have-wet-eyes-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111615826835023640</id><published>2005-05-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:57:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLOSE to mission accomplished.. jus three tasks.. cmon hakim.. can do it.. can keep the discipline... can change forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel, at a certain stage of your life that the trend has to stop... that behaviour of not living up to expectations and jus being a dreamer... has to stop... mine stops here. I cant really be dreaming anymore about what i want to do.. or rather planning out things and then finding that i never carry it out... it has gotta change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look on the brighter side of things... im close to completing my first accomplished no dreams day in many years!!!!... always look on  the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N if you folks need good clothes at cheap prices... no doubt beach road is D place to be. Jus ask me y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111615826835023640?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111615826835023640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111615826835023640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111615826835023640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111615826835023640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/05/close-to-mission-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111565125587795063</id><published>2005-05-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:07:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>terrorists win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new addiciton begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111565125587795063?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111565125587795063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111565125587795063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111565125587795063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111565125587795063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/05/terrorists-win-new-addiciton-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111495675713164273</id><published>2005-05-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:12:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone hasnt wished me a happy anniversary... no no... nt tt im expecting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don expect things ok.. its not good to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111495675713164273?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111495675713164273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111495675713164273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111495675713164273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111495675713164273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/05/someone-hasnt-wished-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111478265880038292</id><published>2005-04-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:50:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant wait to enter YFC... Chris get me the forms quick so i can start flying planes in no time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajaenthiran A/L Devarajan.... good to see ur bloody face after a long time man... about time we hang out... lucky thing we did jus now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Carter is some good stuff... i think kids these days think they rule the world n tt show can actually kick u in the head if u happen to be one of those asses... Certainly taught me my fair share of the lesson. N i like Sam jackson man.... that fella is jus kewl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:45... the phone remains silent... its 2 hours b4 our 4th month.. but its ok... not everything goes ur way.. i was wrong... all i can think of doin now is jus giving u the space that u wanted.... Hope that ur laughing or at least smiling... wherever u are n wadever u doin now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111478265880038292?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111478265880038292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111478265880038292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111478265880038292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111478265880038292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-wait-to-enter-yfc.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111472896099500547</id><published>2005-04-28T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T06:56:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive had my shitty days b4 and this is quite the same.. god i jus snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im sad... liverpools theme jus didnt apply at all... never walk alone?.. ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111472896099500547?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111472896099500547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111472896099500547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111472896099500547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111472896099500547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-had-my-shitty-days-b4-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111460062403758789</id><published>2005-04-27T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:17:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can fly</title><content type='html'>Ive been seriously thinkin about my future and career for awhile... sometimes there are lots of appealing routes to take but surely this is smthn tt i cant be wishy washy about... its a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago i thought of learning business n start gettin somthn set up asap but i find tt it would mean me limiting my personal skills to knowing entrepenuership for my whole life... that wont suffice for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today i read about the rsaf... woah... what if i spent my time during ns learning how to fly planes n becoming a pilot for awhile... which anyway was my dream as a kid... pays well... n while im enjoying doin dogfights i can study more on my business "passion". Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im turnin 18 soon, have to make the right decision... give it some careful thought... then put 100% into my mapped career. Come to think about it yea... this is wad i wanted... to fly planes n earn a good salary when im young.... then whilst im in my flying career start a mini business n keep it running n expanding... n when i decide to call it a day in the skies ill jus  go full time in to runnin my business... Hopefully i'll grow old livin in a comfortable home with a happy family n kids.. N my life would have been lived well... at the end of the day... i can fly.. i can drive... i have business skills... i love my family... life will be truly well lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... enuf thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to apply for the RSAF n start courses after finishing my business course in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna labour for the life i want..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111460062403758789?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111460062403758789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111460062403758789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111460062403758789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111460062403758789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-can-fly.html' title='I can fly'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111434746562464598</id><published>2005-04-24T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:57:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think of life as a trip to the supermarket to refill your home stocks... of course u have a budget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are out there for us to learn, acquire or enjoy.... but the challenge is to be selective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good lesson indeed... nice reflection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111434746562464598?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111434746562464598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111434746562464598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111434746562464598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111434746562464598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/think-of-life-as-trip-to-supermarket.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111409362315355196</id><published>2005-04-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:27:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been updating for awhile now.. no time la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school.... funky classmates!!... so long theres a balance of serious ppl and da jokers!... everything will be kewlll.. feel me?... I was reading David Beckhams picturegraphy and boy tt fella does more shopping than a lady... n he has style man gotta admit... but i preferred him when he was younger... more manly... now like gay like that. And wayne rooney's nikes are out!! Once ive got that excess cash ill knick it alongside the projectshop haversack. Fernando Torres is the man u hear?... forget raul, forget cristiano ronaldo even... Fernando Torres is my man... n he will set old trafford on fire next season. Alan Smith or louis saha can go la huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been learning alot and going thru alot for the past few days. Really man... its up to the point in time now that its either u take one route or the other... one that will make ur life a bright one and the other down dooms lane... i had a lot of psychological decisions to make.... i hope i chose the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sayang...&lt;br /&gt;remember that we love each other &amp; that means&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;communicate, learn, listen,understand, comfort, laugh, be a friend... and LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111409362315355196?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111409362315355196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111409362315355196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111409362315355196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111409362315355196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-been-updating-for-awhile-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111383171471680866</id><published>2005-04-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:41:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Lam char kwey teow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111383171471680866?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111383171471680866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111383171471680866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111383171471680866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111383171471680866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-lam-char-kwey-teow.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111338773927393122</id><published>2005-04-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:22:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been all about: wish i could be.... every little thing u wanted&lt;br /&gt;&amp;.... even lovers need a hholiday... far away frm each other....&lt;br /&gt;give tunes the love man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the seemingly easiest enemy of laziness is the worlds difficult one actually. Its like a soap.. a wet soap.. u think u have it under control but it slips u....&lt;br /&gt;cannot man... cannot be complacent... mus fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good weather for a NAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111338773927393122?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111338773927393122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111338773927393122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111338773927393122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111338773927393122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-has-been-all-about-wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111322588821162032</id><published>2005-04-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:24:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a saying: being happy n staying happy will make u a happy person, therefore im a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i jus spent my whole day worrying about nothing else and jus being happy looking at Charlene Low's silly face.... yea i know... she mus be going" SAY ITS PRETTY".... but its still silly to me... but loveable. thats the key word... loveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pacifier is some good flick man.... gonna download it on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my loveable pretty silly sleepy girlfriend, I loved the apple "crumble" pie... Thank you so much. With all my love to you my poonart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111322588821162032?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111322588821162032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111322588821162032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111322588821162032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111322588821162032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-saying-being-happy-n-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111305790618275931</id><published>2005-04-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:45:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My left finger hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired... to the goalkeeper... im sorry i kicked your face with my metal studs... couldnt really tell the difference btw u n the ball....sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111305790618275931?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111305790618275931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111305790618275931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111305790618275931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111305790618275931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-left-finger-hurts-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111296143091294957</id><published>2005-04-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:34:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open your eyes... n look outside, find the reasons why, you've been rejected.. and now u cant find what u left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111296143091294957?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111296143091294957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111296143091294957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111296143091294957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111296143091294957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/open-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111284631135623009</id><published>2005-04-07T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:58:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/image%2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/400/image%2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cute shit...  no no pisang its not cum...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111284631135623009?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111284631135623009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111284631135623009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111284631135623009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111284631135623009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-cute-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111279518907392616</id><published>2005-04-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:46:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I needed this off day....a gewd nap on a rainy day... gaming at kenneth's.....Today was king treatment day lah. Super power la dey.Im long due a kings treatment day u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this... salesmen shouldnt sell logically.. rather they should sell through emotions. Y?... most people buy with their hearts... not minds. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is what we really need now... we cant go on without it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111279518907392616?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111279518907392616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111279518907392616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111279518907392616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111279518907392616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-needed-this-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111267431940683466</id><published>2005-04-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T12:11:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The scent of your skin playfully trickling up my nostrils&lt;br /&gt;The comforting warmth of your breathe&lt;br /&gt;The soft and luscious skin of yours&lt;br /&gt;The gentle taste of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Your familiar round flirty eyes&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of your hair all over me&lt;br /&gt;The way you grip me&lt;br /&gt;The way your hands move slowly all over me&lt;br /&gt;knocking every breathe out of me n tingling every sensation tissue in my nerves&lt;br /&gt;The way your smile melts me&lt;br /&gt;How every passionate kiss sucks me down into your paralysis&lt;br /&gt;And when you hug n smell me... it makes fall so mercilessly down the pits of true n undying love&lt;br /&gt;Let the worlds perish, worry not for i am yours to hold.... till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, like how often a shooting star catches our eyes, words are ever sufficient to describe my love for u.... this would be it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111267431940683466?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111267431940683466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111267431940683466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111267431940683466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111267431940683466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/scent-of-your-skin-playfully-trickling.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111262316880675168</id><published>2005-04-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:59:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired... yawn... very tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111262316880675168?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111262316880675168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111262316880675168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111262316880675168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111262316880675168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-time-to-win.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111253198773978687</id><published>2005-04-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:39:47.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya... next time must remember 3 things when playing soccer... first: Dont pass at the player... control his movement with the pass. Second: Pass fast, pick 3 possibilities and don hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;Third: Open up space. and the fourth one,.... Kick the bastard when coming to a 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;Bishan pitch suck la... next time rain dont play there... hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... stress... is something necessary in small amounts but the challenge that we all face is to manage the stress well and not let it get to you. The problem with most ppl is... when they get stressed... they cant really think of a way to get out, i mean solve, their problems and end up either getting panicked or just running away from their problems and thinking it might just go away soon... but really... its stil remains somewhere at the back of their minds. so what to do?&lt;br /&gt;dont panic.. dont escape... face it... i know its easier said than done but... things normally get easier when ppl first acknowledge that they dont know something... or they start finding out what they dont know. Once they know exactly what theyre missing... then things normally take care of themselves step by step... the most important thing is... DONT PANIC, DONT ESCAPE... it takes good courage to actually face your problems... but once that barrier is dealt with and ur no longer afraid of problems... ur better off..to say the least..... thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho now i dont need to fret on catching the OC every week... why shd i when im downloading every episode of season 2 on my lappy?... thanks to ares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK man... i lost the bet... Chelsea look like winners... but im nt planning on paying up... hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111253198773978687?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111253198773978687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111253198773978687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111253198773978687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111253198773978687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/04/haiya.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111224073817036484</id><published>2005-03-31T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:57:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you need a reason why...&lt;br /&gt;Its in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me the way that I want you tonight, its in the way that you&lt;br /&gt;hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say, u feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111224073817036484?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111224073817036484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111224073817036484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111224073817036484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111224073817036484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-need-reason-why_31.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111217188423195883</id><published>2005-03-30T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:38:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John mayer is good shit. check that ass out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand, i sleep 10 hours a day n when i wake up my body still feels drained and the moment i have my breakfast i feel like going back to nap again.Whats the problem????...&lt;br /&gt;but cannot go on like that man, or else.... DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n its only 2 weeks or so b4 i get to experience first hand garage sales... shiok feeling man... jus sitting out with my buddies watching many asses with different shapes n sizes walk by n commenting on them... making a hefty profit at the same time i hope.... woah.. gonna be fun aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired... i needa nap... a good sound one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111217188423195883?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111217188423195883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111217188423195883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111217188423195883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111217188423195883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/john-mayer-is-good-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111210236726815595</id><published>2005-03-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:19:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god is my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jose mourinho is my man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene Low is my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111210236726815595?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111210236726815595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111210236726815595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111210236726815595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111210236726815595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/god-is-my-god-jose-mourinho-is-my-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111198227460829843</id><published>2005-03-28T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:57:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a fresh and bright Monday morning, i got out of bed n put on my slippers and walk down to the mamak shop to get milo crunch to eat breakfast.I was so happy for myself for getting rid of all my coins and proceeded home excitedly in anticipation of having milo crunch for breakfast. I then poured out the milo crunch and mixed it with milk, n then i happily ate. After i ate the first bowl, i was so hungry that i wanted to eat another bowl so i poured milo crunch again n mixed it with milk n ate again. Finally, after finishing the 2nd bowl of milo crunch, i was full. I then proceeded to wash my plate n then to fold clothes. Suddenly, my stomach felt painful n i rushed to the toilet, i know i shitted out milo crunch because my shit smelt of milo. I felt sad bcos i wasted my coins on milo crunch which i discovered was expired! so, in conclusion, this is a bright monday morning bcos i ate milo crunch but a sad monday morning bcos i shat milo crunch. thanks kyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i want to sleep ok?&lt;br /&gt;but before i sleep, my gerfren reminded me to mention her in my blog, since i love her so, i mentioned her in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111198227460829843?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111198227460829843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111198227460829843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111198227460829843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111198227460829843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-fresh-and-bright-monday-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111181878745925339</id><published>2005-03-26T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:33:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many species of human beings exist... i thought that the sadistic types are fiction... but they do exist... passion for seeing others in pain... passion for acting n lying... bliss in destroying anything that people has... sick mind... jus sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck u daniel... what a wimp... u wont get my calls... u chickened out when i cornered u on msn... wimp... hey prick... one day things are jus gonna catch up with u dude... n its gonna hit u bad till u dont know wad struck u... mark my words. n quit putting up a brave image...u jus cant fit. I jus cant b bothered to pursue this anymore... too tired to ask u to admit to ur faults... too tired to ask u to be a man for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have something for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u are reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN...I WILL BREAK YOUR NOSE FOR THE DISTRESS U ATTEMPTED TO CAUSE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111181878745925339?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111181878745925339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111181878745925339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111181878745925339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111181878745925339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/many-species-of-human-beings-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111167572817113514</id><published>2005-03-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:48:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read some gadgets magazine today &amp; apparently the psp is D thing to have.... Bang n olufsen sound systems coupled with gameplay tt lasts 4 hours n doesnt lag... b my baby soon wont u? hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know sometimes ppl feel that they have too much weighing on their shoulders... Well don't feel that way... No challenges... or problems if u wanna call it that... is given to anyone that which they dont have the capacity to contain... so the next time you feel that things are too heavy on you.. which is always the case... don't despair.. jus remember MUH words innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they should persecute you.... fight them... fight them to the end... until persecution is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i miss muh baby wholeheartedly... you la LOW always wanting something ting tingster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111167572817113514?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111167572817113514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111167572817113514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111167572817113514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111167572817113514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-read-some-gadgets-magazine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111158273813706837</id><published>2005-03-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:58:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to get soon</title><content type='html'>Tsk... I only realised that many things are missing... i needa go shopping soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. new bag&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 new shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. closet revamp:some street wear n smart casual wear top n bottoms&lt;br /&gt;4:THAT hugo boss hugo parfume&lt;br /&gt;5:room revamp... IKEA&lt;br /&gt;6:DIGICAM&lt;br /&gt;7:PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta offload some of my junk &amp; save b4 i can start.&lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total budget:2000 BUCKS!!!!???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111158273813706837?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111158273813706837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111158273813706837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111158273813706837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111158273813706837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-to-get-soon.html' title='Things to get soon'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111154390751882929</id><published>2005-03-23T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:11:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/le coq bag.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/400/le coq bag.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH... ILL call u mine soon baby&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111154390751882929?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111154390751882929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111154390751882929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111154390751882929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111154390751882929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111149903494342005</id><published>2005-03-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:48:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A over B.. y?</title><content type='html'>When you meet new people... u tend to form an impression of them at first... Sometimes u may like what u first saw then gradually he begins to stink.... n sometimes u hate his face... but gradually he becomes a Tom Cruise in your eyes...I wonder y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people see when they first look at a stranger? I figured its  the usual stuff of self projection... confidence... neatness... hygiene.... LOOKS... fuckable or not?..... well....u get the idea.Then when the orientation and courtesy bullshits over... u start to get down to business and then u also start to understand their character with time... and again u decipher... do i like him... or do i not?.... Well anyway the story goes... i figure that.. In the end.. so long u stick closely to who you are.. your beliefs and not be easily influenced.. You pretty much will have a rough idea of your own persona... bcos... those who comes to you after all that formality bullshits n becomes your friend are those who find that... their character identifies with yours. Thats pretty much it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111149903494342005?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111149903494342005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111149903494342005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111149903494342005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111149903494342005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/over-b-y.html' title='A over B.. y?'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111129343110246979</id><published>2005-03-20T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:37:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will you accept that the fight to maintain a resolution starts halfway through the journey?&lt;br /&gt;Its not about giving 100% at the start of a resolution n letting it go slowly with time like the effects of friction on people over time. Why crumble so easily when you know that ur able to win the fight you lost so very often? Why crumble so easily when you know ur mere inches away from winning this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing is easy only for losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111129343110246979?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111129343110246979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111129343110246979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111129343110246979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111129343110246979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-will-you-accept-that-fight-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111123902539322313</id><published>2005-03-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:30:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL MY POINT?</title><content type='html'>Went out looking for job again... 7 Venues, most refer me to HR... only some were kind to offer jobs right away... but how to commit?... When school reopens cannot work from 2-10... so... jus keep on searching for jobs that accepts closing shift... Levis, borders and royal sporting house pending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea MUH BLOG IS UP N RUNNING U HEAR???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dynamo gal LYN... thanks a million... ur the reason y i can spite who i want to on MY terrain again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i need a TV in my room with SCV man... I cant live on knowing tt ill be missing more saturday night soccer bcos my neighbour  ban me from entering his house! AH ill have to wait till i get THAT job... screw... N im gonna finally be able to sit down at tanglin mall the whole evening jus setting up my garage sale in a months time.... itll be funky man... cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its better to forget it rather than harping on your point... if there is no point in future to pursue...or gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel my point?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111123902539322313?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111123902539322313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111123902539322313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111123902539322313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111123902539322313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/feel-my-point.html' title='FEEL MY POINT?'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111094742640132823</id><published>2005-03-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:30:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know.... i think that in relationships... what MOST people define as love, is mostly mistaken for the infatuation or sparks that fly. N that is the exact factor that people cant get enuf of.I mean, u know...the sms every minute kinda shit or the one million per day i love you's. But what happens when the sparks dies down?.. or when the reality of differences or problems starts to set in.... Most would shirk and run, N its at this stage that you realise that love and being together is not really made up of what movies suggests week in week out in cinemas. Then you start to question, what actually is true love?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... come off it... directors direct movies in cinemas to sell popcorns, n not actually projecting the real thing. Directors are big liars for most parts of their careers, and so my meaning is those movies that are shown, more like all those teenage romance movies only give youths, you n me, a rosy but untrue picture of what love actually is.Thats the main reason y we all fall in love with what we actually perceive in the movies as love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when reality hits you?... Then you start to confuse yourself as to what true love actually is.Haha,... well...all i can say is...true love is.. something very different from what movies project, it is something that, like a sturdy house, is layed with foundations then built slowly, brick by brick till you finally have a house which you feel secure, comfortable n very happy to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is.... a wonderful FRIENDSHIP actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well said honey?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111094742640132823?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111094742640132823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111094742640132823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111094742640132823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111094742640132823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111089683424931079</id><published>2005-03-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:27:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the big treat @ Fish &amp; Co everyone, sometimes even i forget that i should be appreciated for my good service, i have been a good servant and slave to indochine after all... right? heh... But anyway, thank you everyone, so much for giving me the nice sending off... oooh... so touched man. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so tired today man, sometimes the singapore weather can be a killer, jus wait n c when the sun shines.... while u play soccer n feeling hi.. the nice yellowish ray of the sun jus sucks all the fluid in u till ur dry.. hi but dry... precisely... thats the way i was feeling jus now.. but not now though!!.. 5 cups of water in the midst of my spag dinner leaves me no longer dry... wet in fact... but sleepy. N now i know how corrupted pizza hut ppl are... woah... jus bcos u supervisor can steal pizza... but its ok la... after all that whole 14 inch pizza gave to me.. share with farris and az... so.. GOOD JOB man!..&lt;br /&gt;N the next time u don have enuf train credit to take a train, fret not... jus go close behind someone n follow him thru the gantry.. don worry the security officials standing around are useless... pay them to stone... i can testify to that... Wa like tt transport in Sg will be free in no time.Unless of course ur unlucky enuf.. then die la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that now i understand fully.. what it means when parents say.... you have alot more to learn.... i really have.. ALOT to learn... n i guess it takes the world and its examples to tell you its true... well for me at least... n i think... for most of you out there. Jus a matter of how long it takes before u actually know the meaning of that statement... or rather... something to hit you real hard before you actually learn. Well, i think that once u get to understand and accept this statement, ur own ur way to maturity... food for thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111089683424931079?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111089683424931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111089683424931079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111089683424931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111089683424931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/thanks-for-big-treat-fish-co-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111085568590093480</id><published>2005-03-15T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:01:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know la it seems that iweb's music is screwed up... takes so long to access the blog, ah... so jus take off the music... Hasnt been of much help anyway come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who think that my blog is poser go screw urself la... The wordings are cool n the layout is cool n therefore everythings cool... damn even quiksilver is cool,so a cool layout is what a cool person like me needs... so if ur not cool enuf then poof.Its your fault anyway...HAH!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its a big problem of mine, when i promise something and in the end im not strong enuf to stop myself, which means that the vow i made is broken.Nt that im implying anything, but i actually hate it when i make a promise and then end up breaking it, n worst, i could have kept the promise at that moment but yet i couldnt cos i was too powerless, or rather, helpless, i could have... but i just didnt. Well, i know ive failed on this account, so the only thing i can do right now would be to pass it with flying colors the next time im presented the chance.Sounds unremorseful, but then again to worry or get worked up over the matter wont help a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don worry, whatever that befalls you, though its human instinct to worry if the situation at hand is bad.. DONT WORRY.Think about it, worrying really wont do any good. The matter can be helped if you start to think of ways to solve it without getting emotions involved, which no doubt WILL help in countless ways. SO... DONT worry, BE happy! n thinking too la.&lt;br /&gt;- Specially for my special someone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right im outta here... To SP for some soccer n then to fish n co, then to sengkang for some gaming.Cheers to the Playstation 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111085568590093480?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111085568590093480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111085568590093480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111085568590093480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111085568590093480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know-la-it-seems-that-iwebs.html' title=''/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412243.post-111076987852715311</id><published>2005-03-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:11:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it sets off</title><content type='html'>Working on setting up a blog is bloody tedious, especially with all the codings to be done in the templates section.But wadda do?, i want a "nice" blog with&lt;strong&gt; music&lt;/strong&gt; somemore, so i decided to be a hardworking boy and trade my &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; to modify my layouts and songs n others man. So check this out... i like my blog la, quiksilver prints always stylo mylo, and the music, woah.. got music in &lt;strong&gt;MY blog &lt;/strong&gt;seh!Sad thing is, im still wondering how to fit a picture or 2 in the background of my layout.&lt;strong&gt;Suggestions&lt;/strong&gt; anyone?.. my tagboard is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, i can write what i wanna, i can curse who i wanna &amp; i have the right to write about even how good shite feels when ur shitting it out and when it finally leaves ur arsehole n plunges into the bowl or how smelly trains can get when it passes little india... Its &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;terrain! You get the &lt;strong&gt;idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, no la... im a nice guy u know... so jus &lt;strong&gt;enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea thanks to sista and stace for your part innit man, truly shit doesnt taste as bad when u have company. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11412243-111076987852715311?l=fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/feeds/111076987852715311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11412243&amp;postID=111076987852715311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111076987852715311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11412243/posts/default/111076987852715311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourpointfiveinches.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-sets-off.html' title='&amp; it sets off'/><author><name>dap dap daba dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07374681695391405941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/231/4092/640/my%20love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
