<?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-8322770</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:04:03.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living•A•Lie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110812772083158345</id><published>2005-02-11T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T05:15:20.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes looking at you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chatting with? Amir and Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Current nick?  ƒitriƒarina™           what if i fade away?               .ilu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening to? Solitude- Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm blogging. Yeah. Haha. Basically i have nothing much to say. I went to watch Electra with Amir and had dinner together on sunday. Had fun. haha. Then on monday lessons as usual. English sss was cancelled. Damn happy. Can go home early. Then on tuesday it was half day since its Chinese New Year Eve. After that went to Orchard with Mike, Melissa and Khai. Had ton of fun. I was rather quiet that day. Wasn't in the mood to talk. Not that la. Alot of things running through my mind. Sorry if i was being so moody that day. They went to watch movie but i had to go back for my 'reunion dinner'. So i practically sleep at my grandma's house. The next day went to visit someone. Was bored like hell. Begged my mom to go home. Went home then did nothing but rot infront of the pc. On thursday did nothing. Went to meet Amir to give the malay stuff. den reach home at around five. Talk on the phone with Fahtin. Didn't do much. Then did some homework *yeah, i'm proud* Today had school as usual. Then chemistry kinda fun coz the teacher is not around. Funess. Reading a nice book. About losers. Nice. Haha. Then after that friggin guides, Amir walked me home. Thanks darling. Haha. I'm positively mad. I know. haha. Thats all folks. Seeya around. Stay rocking. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110812772083158345?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110812772083158345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110812772083158345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110812772083158345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110812772083158345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-eyes-looking-at-you.html' title='My eyes looking at you....'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110692446553712290</id><published>2005-01-28T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T07:01:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if i breathe, knowing that you won't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hello there. I'm tired, bored and honestly confused. Who the hell cares? I got guides today and i finished really late. Really really late. Its like 6.30 or something. It was killing me. Then shida didn't wait for me. So "nice" of her. So Amir waited for me. Yeah. Then he send me home and all. Then reached home, bathed and went online after that. I'm pretty tired. I didn't sleep well last night. Simpler said, I slept late. I was like dozing of during chemistry. That Ramesh and his black and white powerpoint. I want more colours. I'm a very visual person. Haha. yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sleepy but i refuse to sleep. This sucks. I'm feeling something but i don't know what it is. Yeah. I'm feeling grey, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't cry for my absence, I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You forgot me long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I that unimportant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I so insignificant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't something missing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't someone missing me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I'm the sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't try for me, not now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I'd die to know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="window.status=''; return true;" onmouseover="window.status='' ; return true;" title="More Info..." onclick="location.href='http://www.enhancemysearch.com/admin/results.php?q=Love&amp;id=31';return false;" onmouseout="window.status='';" href=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Search for All" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://69.42.87.196/cgi-bin/v40/ezlclk.fcgi?id=6921" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Isn't someone missing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110692446553712290?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110692446553712290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110692446553712290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110692446553712290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110692446553712290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-if-i-breathe-knowing-that-you-wont.html' title='And if i breathe, knowing that you won&apos;t care.'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110636298651331656</id><published>2005-01-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:03:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is only used for thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Till the last flower dies.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing short entries. Thats why i havent been updating. I'm having flu. The competition in Ngee Ann poly was boring. We didnt win. No surprises. The only fun part was that i skipped the entire day of school. Shida, Amir and Stephen came after math triple s. Thanks guys. Love you guys so much. They saved me from boredom. Anyway, they tore the entire banner i made. Heartache. On the day, the court shoes were like slicing my skin on my foot. It hurts. Steve went off with Feline which leaves me, shida and amir. We were talking crap. Went home with shida but got dinner before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i'm going out with Shida and Amir to Orchard. Intially Shida couldn't go coz she was suppose to go out with Charles or something. There are a few reasons why i wanna go orchard. Firstly the singapore soccer team will be there. Wait till amir hear about this. He'll groan. Second, to get that friggin amir's birthday present. I didnt sound angsty coz i'm not in the mood to. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110636298651331656?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110636298651331656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110636298651331656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110636298651331656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110636298651331656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-is-only-used-for-thinking.html' title='That is only used for thinking.'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110501937546922959</id><published>2005-01-06T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T05:49:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Didnt write for a long time. Im not writing a long entry so im putting points instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*New girl in my class, formerly RGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Change a whole line of teachers which is not normal for a graduating class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms Lena Soh- Form Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Ramesh- Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms Soh- Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mrs Chan or formerly known as Ms Tan- Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*On the first day we had to write an essay which includes our resolutions. I sounded nuts. Really. Lots of joke. Cynical jokes. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I'm bringing small thermal bottle to fill my coffee in it. I almost fell asleep in literature. And i'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Try not to laugh everytime i see the word DUREX vandalised on Amir's table infront of me.Its huge and multicolored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I now understand physics. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Try not to look confuse. I cannot not look confuse. Its how i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I was so touchy-feely today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I was screaming at people's ears today. Had fun. And yeah. I shouted at my juniors. Ooooo...That was even more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Sahibul was so enthusiastic in malay class today. Darn, it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Ezza said "Lets start a new chapter." (in life...Get it?) I laughed. It was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Marcus was being a lame mofo' today. I mean, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*See, i told u i sound cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Class execs are elected today. I'm the first aider along with stephen (I'm qualified OKAY!) and the notice board thingy. I dont wanna do that one. Really hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Our class had our own donations thing. Not with the school. Its only our class. It will not be given to the sch to be passed to the red cross. Desmond donated $100 from his own allowance. I was so touched. I salute him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well thats all about it. Cya when i cya. Until Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110501937546922959?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110501937546922959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110501937546922959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110501937546922959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110501937546922959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2005/01/catch-me.html' title='Catch Me'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110378724798563047</id><published>2004-12-22T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:34:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] What a year?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Hell, I love all of you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry haven't been writting for so long. Not that i've been busy or what but my pc is experiencing problems. Got some virus floating around. I've been lazing around this holidays. I mean there's nothing much to do but homework and i'm not exactly the homework doing kinda girl. Watched alot of dvds. Boring afternoon. Going to tuition later. I wanna skip it. Ditching it but i know it won't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not exactly happy. I'm a depressed as ever. I haven't been doing my yearly reflections. That sucks seeing that i'm left with one weeks before school reopens. Nothing changed. I'm still me and the rest of the people are still them, if you know what i mean. If you don't, i'm not bothered to explain. Go figure out yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not going to be all yearbook on this but it sure will sound like one. Year 2004 has been a bitter-sweet year. Friend fought and then made up. School is worse seeing that we have alot of test. Homeworks left undone. Screaming teachers, crying teachers. Even teachers who called us bunch of monkeys and not what a standard 3E1 class would do. We will be best remembered for becoming the worst-best class ever. I enjoyed the times. The confusing meetings we have at the back of the class which includes gossips and also not forgetting playing ngage when the teacher was, afterall, teaching. The friendship we created. The bond we had with one another. When one is in trouble, the rest helps. We cried together, and hell we sabotaged one another but all in the name of fun.Its not everyday we can be like this. After next year, we might, well not see each other as all of us are heading to persue whatever. Friendship then, will be strained. The once jokey, playful times we had were gone. Rest assured, treasure the last year we have next year and wish you guys all the best for your O levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;                                                                                        F.Farina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110378724798563047?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110378724798563047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110378724798563047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110378724798563047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110378724798563047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-what-year.html' title='[LP] What a year?!'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110199909840747174</id><published>2004-12-02T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:51:38.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Happy BBB Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm having my first&lt;br /&gt;aid exam tomorrow to be a qualified first aider. Its stupid and stuff. I'm&lt;br /&gt;hating it. I have no problems with the bandage and stuff but when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;the CPR. Gawd, i'll get nervous and forget everything. I have to pass. I payed&lt;br /&gt;big bucks for this. But i don't seem to get the hang of it. Yesterday me, mks,&lt;br /&gt;June and Amir were talking on msn together and Amir and Mks was getting horny.&lt;br /&gt;They were arguing about who's was more horny. Mks was denyin everything. Then Mk&lt;br /&gt;and June left. Then Amir said this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;[12:54:41 AM]&lt;br /&gt;:.-[AmiR]-.:: all i want to do is to have SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I was like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;He was being so horny at midnight. Then i left him. When he gets horny, It's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be bad....I left him after that...haha...Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;Happy Birthday Brad!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://galeon.hispavista.com/malinkinrock/img/brad.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.Brad.BradBrad.Brad.Brad.Brad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I love him. Happy&lt;br /&gt;birthday Brad. He's so cute. There was this one  time when this LP fan&lt;br /&gt;played Faint with Brads guitar. And the fan was good. Brad sat one corner and&lt;br /&gt;grinned. That grinned made me melt. He looks like an angel when he smiles. He&lt;br /&gt;has the nices smile ever. If i have to write a 3000 word essay about them i&lt;br /&gt;prolly do it well. haha...Well, Until Then, Cya when i Cya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110199909840747174?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110199909840747174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110199909840747174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110199909840747174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110199909840747174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/12/lp-happy-bbb-day.html' title='[LP] Happy BBB Day'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110182114913172130</id><published>2004-11-30T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T05:28:51.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP]I've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I came back from camp&lt;br /&gt;today. I was pretty tired. It was shitty. Lucky i'm back home. It was itchy.&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of mosquitos. Now I'm so tanned. I went for kayaking and it was&lt;br /&gt;fun. Did alot of capsize drill. Heh. I'M ITCHING all OVER. I took cab home. I&lt;br /&gt;sent one of my junior home then asked the driver to drive to my block. I was&lt;br /&gt;sticky, stinky and dirty. I bathed then used my computer. Its been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;At least long for me. I got good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I've got my COLLISION&lt;br /&gt;COURSE!!!!!!YEAH. I'm so happy. I almost can't get it. Long story but i'm tellin&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Girl Singing]&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;put our hands&lt;br /&gt;together for the astonishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;[Mike]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Ladies&lt;br /&gt;and Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;to the eight wonder of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The flow of the century,&lt;br /&gt;oh it’s timeless… Hove!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You could've&lt;br /&gt;been anywhere in the world, but&lt;br /&gt;you're here with us.&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate that…&lt;br /&gt;Uuunhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I went to Music&lt;br /&gt;Junction instead of HMV coz its cheaper there. I went there. I finally founded&lt;br /&gt;CC. I looked at it excitedly. Then I saw at the corner. "NC16". I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;It means "No children under 16". I was like so nervous. Then i stood there for a&lt;br /&gt;long time. Then I sucked in my breath and muttered "All for you LP". Then i&lt;br /&gt;went to the counter. It happened that there was some shoplifter. The cashier&lt;br /&gt;wasn't payin attention and just scanned it and i payed for it. She didn't even&lt;br /&gt;ask for my ID. Then Mks decided to buy a copy. Then i took a copy and went to&lt;br /&gt;the cashier for the second time. But this time she asked me for my ID. The i&lt;br /&gt;answered "Erm sorry. I didn't bring along mine." The she was like "Sorry. You&lt;br /&gt;have to come again next time." That bitch. Ergh, she didnt even let me off. I&lt;br /&gt;got mine but Mks didn't. She was sulking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm tired. This isn't&lt;br /&gt;much but i really have to go sleep. Until Then....Cya when i&lt;br /&gt;cya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110182114913172130?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110182114913172130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110182114913172130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110182114913172130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110182114913172130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lpive-got-99-problems-but-bitch-aint.html' title='[LP]I&apos;ve got 99 problems but a bitch ain&apos;t one '/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110147010153836081</id><published>2004-11-26T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T03:55:01.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Lost It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I haven't been writting for a long time. I wasn't at&lt;br /&gt;home. So here's an update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;23rd Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I woke up early hoping to catch Mike on LPC but&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately it did not happened. Then i went to Zarifah's house to get the&lt;br /&gt;chickens for the bbq. Haha. Then met Mks at my void deck. Met June at the&lt;br /&gt;interchange. Reached the beach &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;. Kai was video cam-ing the whole&lt;br /&gt;thing. We haven't even start the bbq when it rained. Then MK, June, desmond and&lt;br /&gt;me went cycling in the rain. The rest were in the shelter and all of 'em looked&lt;br /&gt;dead. So we, the crazy and fun people went cycling in the rain. We were speeding&lt;br /&gt;when June fell. The we came back. Kai helped her put some stuff on it and used&lt;br /&gt;this other stuff. It was transparent. The antiseptic plus her blood looked like&lt;br /&gt;mayonaise plus ketchup. Yucks. Ms Pang came. She bought those fire crakers&lt;br /&gt;stuff. Then some of the guys were making rocket outta that. Funny and very&lt;br /&gt;unsuccessful.Hah! i reached home at around 12 plus. Near 1am. The bbq was&lt;br /&gt;'funner' than i expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Nothing intresting, seriously-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went to watch The Incredibles. Wanted to get a few guitar&lt;br /&gt;picks BUT there wasn't much time. The Incredibles was good. Jack Jack is&lt;br /&gt;adorable. Haha. I love Violet 's power. Cool. Haha. I've been wanting to watch&lt;br /&gt;that movie since the 17th. Ahhh...cuteness.....Collision Course is out on the&lt;br /&gt;29th nov here. Woohoo...lucky me... Until Then, Cya when i Cya........I won;t be&lt;br /&gt;on net on the 27th to the 30th nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://multigraphic.dk/lounge/weblog/images/uploads/the_incredibles.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110147010153836081?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110147010153836081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110147010153836081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110147010153836081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110147010153836081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-lost-it-all.html' title='[LP] Lost It All'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110097167805367916</id><published>2004-11-20T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T09:27:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] For one last time, make some noise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Its midnight now. I'm still not sleepy yet. I went to&lt;br /&gt;pick up my sis from school two hours ago coz her teacher organised this field&lt;br /&gt;trip to Victoria Hall for a concert. I didn't do much today. A while ago my lil&lt;br /&gt;sis fren came over for a sleep over. I can handle two giggling girls but three?&lt;br /&gt;No way. They are now having a pillow fight. My sis friend was amazed when she&lt;br /&gt;found out i play the guitar. Haha. Little kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm listening to 'All about loving you' by Bon Jovi. Its&lt;br /&gt;been long since i listen to it. Jon Bon Jovi is HOT. Especially when he is&lt;br /&gt;shirtless. This is such a sappy song. But its a nice sappy song. Better change&lt;br /&gt;the song before i get all mushed up inside. Shit next is The Reason and its no&lt;br /&gt;different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;Looking at the pages of my life&lt;br /&gt;Faded&lt;br /&gt;memories of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;br /&gt;I took some shots&lt;br /&gt;and fell from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you were there to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;We've&lt;br /&gt;been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;Ask me&lt;br /&gt;how we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know where i left my book of poems/lyrics. Thats&lt;br /&gt;the book that i bring around if i have the urge to write a poem or a song. Gawd&lt;br /&gt;i better find it before it gets lost. Mike will be coming on the LP chat on the&lt;br /&gt;22th...Yay. Haha. I'll will only be looking. I wont post anything.  LPU 4.0&lt;br /&gt;will be coming out end of this week and i'm joining sometime in january. I'm&lt;br /&gt;currently broke. I'm not writting much...Until then, Cya when i&lt;br /&gt;Cya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110097167805367916?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110097167805367916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110097167805367916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110097167805367916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110097167805367916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-for-one-last-time-make-some-noise.html' title='[LP] For one last time, make some noise...'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110076317752446159</id><published>2004-11-17T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:32:57.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Acoooostick *lol*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My poem for today...haha and my title was and inside joke that i had with Mks on the fone juz now. Har har....Anyway, enjoy the poem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look out my window at this world which seems&lt;br /&gt;As though...&lt;br /&gt;It’s never really learned of my existance&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe ’cause I’ve lived in the shadows for all my life)&lt;br /&gt;I doubt everything I thought was true&lt;br /&gt;I doubt almost everyone who ever said they gave the slightest shit about me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see a purpose in my own existance any longer&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see a meaning...&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever care for something like me&lt;br /&gt;I seem to find myself causing everyone else’s misery&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s from them having to look upon my horrid face&lt;br /&gt;Or just from the fact that they know inside...&lt;br /&gt;I was God’s only mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110076317752446159?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110076317752446159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110076317752446159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110076317752446159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110076317752446159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-acoooostick-lol.html' title='[LP] Acoooostick *lol*'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110070834893598976</id><published>2004-11-17T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:19:08.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] And that Samick bass is all mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Hey there. I didn't write&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. Lazy and tired. Reached home at around nine at night. Bought the&lt;br /&gt;bass. Yay. But i didn't get the black one. I bought the sunburst color which is&lt;br /&gt;much nicer. Haha. Feeling rather happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Went to Orchard. Went to the&lt;br /&gt;converse store to get Shida's sneakers but at last didn't purchase it. Went to&lt;br /&gt;Lido and watched Shark's tale. Funny movie. Spent like half of the time watching&lt;br /&gt;the movie. Bought a huge bag of popcorns, salted and two coke since there was no&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pepper.  It was funny. Lenny is a vegetarian shark. He sounds sissy but&lt;br /&gt;cute. Then went over to Davis and bought the Samick bass. Quite nice. The last&lt;br /&gt;piece omg. But luckily i bought earlier then scheduled. Went to Heerens. The&lt;br /&gt;load on my shoulder was quite heavy but it was more of pleasure. Haha. Bought 5&lt;br /&gt;bucks worth of candies. It was alot. Gummy worms, gummy bears and lots of other&lt;br /&gt;stuff. Took the MRT and reached home at around nine plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Went to school in tee and jeans to&lt;br /&gt;collect Shida's IC. Then went to Jurong Point. Wanted to catch sneak previews of&lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles but they didn't have it. Then had lunch there. Walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much didn't do anything. Went to Northpoint. Played Time Crisis 3. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;15 year old but still behaved like little kids. Went to Shida's house to get the&lt;br /&gt;book 'The Clique' by Lisi Harrison. Quite good so far. Reached home at around&lt;br /&gt;1915. Thats all i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Someone sent me this love song. It&lt;br /&gt;was nice and all. Its not your typical love song. But it was nice alright.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 'Letters to you' by Finch. Not bad.This is from my MSN chat&lt;br /&gt;log....17/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[08:26:00&lt;br /&gt;PM] Me: Where have you been for so long!&lt;br /&gt;[08:26:27 PM] Him: Why? Did ya miss&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;[08:26:30 PM] Me: No frigging way. I was just bored alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSxdm158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dumb" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08:26:40 PM] Him: oh...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;"When a particular guy flirts&lt;br /&gt;with a girl very&lt;br /&gt;often,&lt;br /&gt;a girl would start thinking the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the&lt;br /&gt;smiles and&lt;br /&gt;stare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;I got that from&lt;br /&gt;somewhere...haha...word of caution. Until Then, cya when i&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb044_ZSxdm158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb044&amp;amp;pp=ZSxdm158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110070834893598976?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110070834893598976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110070834893598976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110070834893598976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110070834893598976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-and-that-samick-bass-is-all-mine.html' title='[LP] And that Samick bass is all mine...'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-110053336002659663</id><published>2004-11-15T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:42:40.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] You are the victims of your own addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah i got a little cash on myself to spend. Finally. Been waiting for so&lt;br /&gt;long. Got alittle pissed nowadays. Ya know all those kids who are like rock fans&lt;br /&gt;but they like it for like the label. Like "Hey i'm a rock chick. Look how rugged&lt;br /&gt;i'am. See my band shirts. See, i'm bigger than you." Like that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the music to them. Its the icon. I hate them. They know nothing about&lt;br /&gt;rock. And they give themselves names like "Emo kid" *No offence to some of the&lt;br /&gt;emo kids in sch. I mean those in the other schs*. Draw the line. I mean they buy&lt;br /&gt;what they call "Emo specs" WTF is that? Ahhh this kind of people. Killing&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people aren't happy that i hate Ashlee Simpson like hell. I mean i hate&lt;br /&gt;her and she's a fcking prep. Look at her songs and remember she lip-sync during&lt;br /&gt;one of the shows. Man, which REAL artist would do that? She's a fake. It doesn't&lt;br /&gt;help that her album advert comes out every two seconds on the tv and like little&lt;br /&gt;kids like my sis is singing her songs. I brainwashed my sis and thankfully she&lt;br /&gt;continued shouting breaking the habit like nobody's business. There was one&lt;br /&gt;time i ripped an Ashlee Simpson poster i found in school and this girl was like&lt;br /&gt;saying "My heart hurts when you ripped that" and she looked like she wanna&lt;br /&gt;cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i've got better and less depressing news. I'm making this big&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linkin Park Won An Award at the American Music Award. Yay. I watched it live&lt;br /&gt;on tv. For the first time the channel did something nice for me. Chester and Mr&lt;br /&gt;Hahn went and accepted the award. I love every minute of it apart from the part&lt;br /&gt;where Chester kissed Samantha and Mr Hahn kissed that blonde bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...as usual. Oh ya, I'm buying this but it'll be alittle different. Its&lt;br /&gt;gonna be all black. Can wait to draw on it...haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="631" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://ssl3.adhost.com/americanmusic/prodimg/samick_cr1_mid.jpg" width="100" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until Then, Cya when i Cya....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-110053336002659663?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/110053336002659663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=110053336002659663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110053336002659663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/110053336002659663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-you-are-victims-of-your-own.html' title='[LP] You are the victims of your own addictions'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109983442413641198</id><published>2004-11-07T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T05:33:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] remember the times, together we swore </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#00ff00;"&gt;"You&lt;br /&gt;know what Andre? I can't use a green pick with a green wall!"- Brad&lt;br /&gt;Delson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey there!!! Didn't&lt;br /&gt;write for like two to three days. I can't seem to go od.com nowadays. I think&lt;br /&gt;its because of that fcking spyware thing. Its infecting my computer. Stupid&lt;br /&gt;thing. Today i woke up at 8.45 am. Played the computer while watching cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday cartoons sucks. Watched 7th Heaven and threw stuff at the tv everytime&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson came out. Stupid shit. Then went out of the house at around 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway point with Mks. Bought my shoes and then decided to watch The&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries2. Nice movie. Like it alot. Funny. The part which this Lionel&lt;br /&gt;said "Eagle is flying" loudly and the part where this "Genovian" guy was singing&lt;br /&gt;in chinese. Funny...haha... Movie finished. Went to Metro, bpught my sis their&lt;br /&gt;spray pens and stuff. Then walked around. Went to one of the music shops and&lt;br /&gt;bought two Ernie Ball guitar picks. One light blue and the other is white. &lt;br /&gt;Nice. Was quite happy after that...haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSxdm158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_2_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.suncreekmusic.com/images/erb-picks.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336699;"&gt; "still feels like the first time&lt;br /&gt;to stand here by your&lt;br /&gt;side&lt;br /&gt;together regardless&lt;br /&gt;we'll walk through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;still feels&lt;br /&gt;like the first day of my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Then went home&lt;br /&gt;and rot once more...haha. Nice. Feeling bored. Having school tomorrow. No&lt;br /&gt;homework for once. Thank god. Short entry...sorry....Until Then, I'm outta&lt;br /&gt;here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb047_ZSxdm158" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109983442413641198?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109983442413641198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109983442413641198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109983442413641198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109983442413641198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-remember-times-together-we-swore.html' title='[LP] remember the times, together we swore '/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109940406068841700</id><published>2004-11-02T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T06:01:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] And i don't love you anymore.I'am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img height="263" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/lalala.bmp" width="260" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Darn it man...I'm so pissed. I mean whats the use of&lt;br /&gt;listenin to his preaching, grumbling, blah blah blah? Its fucking wasting my&lt;br /&gt;time. Taking me for granted. Hell, i enjoy his company and all but man, i do&lt;br /&gt;have feelings. Not that i like him or anything. I felt like taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;That guy won't know what strikes him if i didn't talk to him. Stupid dude....You&lt;br /&gt;know the thingy on top? I did that during me 'Fessed UP' period just&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stupid dude. Why don't he look for those slutty biatches?&lt;br /&gt;Some people might know what i mean......stupid shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, i watched MTV Celebrity Deathmatch yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;it was darned funny. Kenny G vs Flea of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Funny like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can't help laughing. Got class just now. End up talking with the guys. I&lt;br /&gt;also watched Romeo Must Die. Nice movie. Jet Li and Aaliyah. Ah....I love that&lt;br /&gt;movie. So erm....nice? Haha...Jet Li is cool. I'm watching Notting Hill tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I love Hugh Grant. I'm feeling crappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And people who asked me why i didnt talk just now, i mean&lt;br /&gt;in MSN, Look for my explanation in paragraph one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jade where's the address?Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109940406068841700?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109940406068841700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109940406068841700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109940406068841700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109940406068841700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/11/lp-and-i-dont-love-you-anymoreiam.html' title='[LP] And i don&apos;t love you anymore.I&apos;am....'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109923514648220788</id><published>2004-10-31T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T07:05:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Bow down and stare in wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#990000;"&gt;'What it&lt;br /&gt;ment to be will eventually be a memory of a time'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/lpiheart.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Finally exams are over. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the stress. No more school except for our batch which are taking GSE&lt;br /&gt;'O' Levels next year. Damn. Next year will be a horror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Got my results and i got to 4&lt;br /&gt;Express next year. Thank god. I mean i was scared to death waiting for my&lt;br /&gt;results. Then we got out reports for this year and guess what my teacher said in&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#006699;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Excellent conduct. Keep up the good work and continue to work&lt;br /&gt;hard. She has artistic talents and is good in drawing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;I'm not sure about the first bit&lt;br /&gt;coz i had done badly but i love the second one. I guess she noticed my doodling&lt;br /&gt;on her worksheets. She kept scolding me for it but i can't help drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;I was obsessed with time&lt;br /&gt;All I know, time&lt;br /&gt;was just slipping away and I watch the count down until the end of the&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;Watch that watched me and the words that I say thet echoe of the clock&lt;br /&gt;rythem in my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;I'm bored to hell. I should be&lt;br /&gt;watching CSI now. I love them. My addictions. It drives Amir crazy. Whaha...I&lt;br /&gt;will go on and on about CSI and not forgetting Linkin Park. Love doing that. I&lt;br /&gt;wanna go sign up for LPU 4.0. Its not out yet. I hope the shirt is as nice as&lt;br /&gt;3.0's. Collision Course Player is out. Go to Jade's diary for the link. I'm too&lt;br /&gt;lazy to link it up. Typical lazy me. I saw my form teacher's blog. Her english&lt;br /&gt;is good. Oh ya i aced my english paper. Not good but its alright.Its the&lt;br /&gt;Halloween weekend...Did nothin...I don't celebrate it but its cool...Tons of&lt;br /&gt;scary movie on tv which are not exactly scary. I thought of watching The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;but i watched the Japanese original version and it is alot more scarier. The&lt;br /&gt;Ring is good....Scared the hell outta me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#990000;"&gt;Eating-&lt;br /&gt;Apple Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Enough of those movie. I think&lt;br /&gt;sometime next week, i wanna go watch The Princess Diaries 2. I heard its good.&lt;br /&gt;Its out on the 4th of november. Late huh? The thing is i dunno who i want to&lt;br /&gt;watch it with. Shida can't go out on weekends coz her folks aren't home,&lt;br /&gt;working and she needs to prepare dinner. I'll think of&lt;br /&gt;someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#990000;"&gt;Feeling-&lt;br /&gt;Sick, all the coughing and sneezing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;I heard alot of wierd names&lt;br /&gt;nowadays......Novemder is one of them....Wierd huh? My name is considered wierd&lt;br /&gt;to some people....Some people said its cool. Haha...Always get reprimended from&lt;br /&gt;my teacher for writing my name as Fit3 instead of Fitri. Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;Until then....Im outta&lt;br /&gt;here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="684" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/102_4871.jpg" width="880" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;See that plaited thing at the top left&lt;br /&gt;corner, it was my school skirt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109923514648220788?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109923514648220788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109923514648220788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109923514648220788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109923514648220788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-bow-down-and-stare-in-wonder.html' title='[LP] Bow down and stare in wonder...'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109897861697103900</id><published>2004-10-28T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:50:16.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Everybody's fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everytime i had a very close friendship with someone, after around a year, it will be destroyed and we'll go around acting like we don't even know each other. Its like we never talked before. Last time, we knew each other as if we were brothers and sisters. We knew each other right till the finest detail like how we talk, how we act and what our habits are. The pain of ending a friendship like that hurts me more than a breakup. But no one knows that do they? They go around making things up about you thus destroying your friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I couldn't care less. I don't let those stuff get me down. I love me friends like i love my own self. If you know my friends, they'll tell you that i care more about my friends than my own. Yeah it kills me when an ignited fire burns off when there wasn't even a wind. And i'm not talking about between females. I mean guys...they are a difficult species. We need to know how they think and how to console them when they are down. Guys don't like when people keep saying "Are you ok?" over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't call myself an expert about guys but those are my point of views. If you don't like it then lay off. I don't wanna waste my time arguing about my views to people. Different humans have different perceptions and opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wasted hundreds of hours just listening to their whinings and what do people call me? A flirt. A flirt am i? They dunno a shit about me and go around sprouting nonsence. So is listenin to people whine qualifies me to being a flirt? I think they got their vocabs mixed up. Set you priorities right. Think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This was just some random thoughts of mine.....No offence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109897861697103900?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109897861697103900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109897861697103900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109897861697103900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109897861697103900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-everybodys-fool_109897861697103900.html' title='[LP] Everybody&apos;s fool'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109862370436250104</id><published>2004-10-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T06:15:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] What the f*ck do i have to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Its suppose to be Meaty-ora right?" Doug(Hoobastank) asked&lt;br /&gt;Chester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="255" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/blah.jpg" width="246" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I slept alot&lt;br /&gt;today. Did nothing. Was tired. I didn't even go online until now. Heard about&lt;br /&gt;the album Linkin Park collaborated with Jay-Z a couple of days ago. I mean how&lt;br /&gt;will they album sound like??? Linkin Park songs are hella good as usual but what&lt;br /&gt;about Jay-Z's? Mks has this strong thing about not buying the cd coz she&lt;br /&gt;despises hip-hop. Me too but i'll buy the album. Anyway, the album cover is&lt;br /&gt;nice. I try to get the picture. Give me a min. I think i know where its&lt;br /&gt;is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#669999;"&gt;Drinking: Strawberry Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/68/52/12352586/695371588709l.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#669999;"&gt;Listenin To: Breaking Benjamin- So cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is the&lt;br /&gt;album cover. Its nice apart from the word  Jay-Z. Bleagh. Tearing me&lt;br /&gt;inside. Haha. I had an LPTV marathon for 2 hrs. I watched all 70 episodes. That&lt;br /&gt;was refreshing. It was cool tho. From Projekt Revolution I to SS to Metora World&lt;br /&gt;Tour I to PR II to MWT II. And Linkin Park developed their fan base. Talking&lt;br /&gt;about developing their fan base, LPU 3.0 has only one month to go and the next&lt;br /&gt;LPU is starting and i want to sign up for that. I missed the 3.0 so i'm signing&lt;br /&gt;up the next one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;"show me how it ends it's alright&lt;br /&gt;show me how defenseless you&lt;br /&gt;really are&lt;br /&gt;satisfied and empty inside&lt;br /&gt;well that's alright&lt;br /&gt;let's give&lt;br /&gt;this another try"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;Breaking Benjamin- So cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okie dokie. Wanna get&lt;br /&gt;some sleep...cya when i cya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109862370436250104?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109862370436250104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109862370436250104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109862370436250104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109862370436250104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-what-fck-do-i-have-to-say.html' title='[LP] What the f*ck do i have to say?'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109850459011261023</id><published>2004-10-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:09:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP]A small confession, I think I'm starting to lose it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/later.bmp" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love today. I have no training and Mks skipped her training. Talking to&lt;br /&gt;this guy i met at Linkin Park Concert now. Was bored. Watching cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I love that cartoon. Funny at times. &lt;br /&gt;Didn't update for a while now. My computer is lagging. Damn it. All Amir did&lt;br /&gt;when i told him was laugh and told me to compressmy files. I don't wanna do&lt;br /&gt;anythin to my comp afraid it would become like my old one. So yeah maybe i'll&lt;br /&gt;ask my dad to call my cousin to fix this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666699;"&gt;Listening To: Adema ft Chester- Giving&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listened to some Grey Daze and Chester's voice isn't as nice as it is in&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park. Anyways, the news about getting fined if we download Kazaa came out&lt;br /&gt;in the papers a few days ago. Oh Hell. I've been using Kazaa for as long as i&lt;br /&gt;remember. Its good, its fast. All my friends are switching to something else.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with Kazaa. Mks didn't use Kazaa, she uses Morpheus since her computer&lt;br /&gt;was upgraded. In my opinion, Morpheus is damn slow and has limited songs as&lt;br /&gt;compare to Kazaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6699cc;"&gt;Eating: Oreo and Chocolate Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams are over and yesterday was our promotion day. I need to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous. Well, Ezza asked me whether i'm nervous but i shrugged it off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous. Hoped that the teachers say good things about me which is tough coz&lt;br /&gt;i never behave in class. Damn it. SHould have listened to my mom. Be a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;I got 20/30 for my english essay. Damn it. Its just not up to my standard. It&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help that my mom's a teacher. Thank god not in my school nor in my&lt;br /&gt;level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#669966;"&gt;Watching; Gundam Seed which i hate so&lt;br /&gt;much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents aren't gonna be home today. They are going to the wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;of my dad's friend. Yeah. So i'm eating dinner with my sisters and my mom's&lt;br /&gt;ordering pizza. Today i'll do the honour of choosing the topping. Hmmm...what&lt;br /&gt;shall i have? I'll think of that later. So me and my sisters are partyinnnnggggg&lt;br /&gt;at home since our folks ain't home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep it inside, the image portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;if I couldn't stand losing, as if I couldn't be safe, no way.&lt;br /&gt;A small&lt;br /&gt;confession, I think I'm starting to lose it. I think&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting away from&lt;br /&gt;the people I really need.&lt;br /&gt;A small reflection of when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;had it all figured cause we had everything covered.&lt;br /&gt;And now we're older. It's&lt;br /&gt;getting harder to see what this future&lt;br /&gt;is holding.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are we&lt;br /&gt;going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Still Frame- Trapt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, Jade I still haven't got your email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cya when i Cya......Hahn Outta Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/08/6868049/6925503911684l.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109850459011261023?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109850459011261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109850459011261023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109850459011261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109850459011261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lpa-small-confession-i-think-im.html' title='[LP]A small confession, I think I&apos;m starting to lose it...'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109818366629299744</id><published>2004-10-19T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T04:01:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] When you feel down. i feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/eating.bmp" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Reached home at&lt;br /&gt;around 2 plus. Had 11th period. Bought cd to burn songs. As usual. If i have to&lt;br /&gt;go to jail for something, i would go for downloading songs ilegally. But i love&lt;br /&gt;'em and can't stop doing it. Haha. Even Mike Shinoda approve of it coz they&lt;br /&gt;themselves download songs even though they have money to buy tons of cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everyone was being a&lt;br /&gt;bitch. I don't know why. Maybe PMS day or something. There was this girl at&lt;br /&gt;friendster.com who was bitching about goths and bass and all the other stuff i&lt;br /&gt;like, like Linkin Park. I mean wassup with her??? It just angers me. The irony&lt;br /&gt;is that she wants to play bass but insulting it? I just don't understand her.&lt;br /&gt;Being so focked up. I don't even know her. She's just one focked up stranger&lt;br /&gt;from planet toot. She's a bloody prep acting goth, wanna play bass and insulting&lt;br /&gt;all of those stuff. It just doesn't click in my mind. She befriends with this&lt;br /&gt;group of prep-ers who called theirselves "Girl Anarchronism". What the fock is&lt;br /&gt;that?! She was like "girl bands are good". I was like, erm do you see any girl&lt;br /&gt;band which are legends? I dunno where she put her senses. I've gone over my&lt;br /&gt;daily swearing rate. Har Har.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken&lt;br /&gt;up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my&lt;br /&gt;only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let go, there's just no one&lt;br /&gt;that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366cc;"&gt;-Only One,&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I read Jade's entry&lt;br /&gt;about her computer and the worms and the viruses. AND HER METEORA CD. Oh man, if&lt;br /&gt;it happens to me, i'll cry my eyes out. I feel so sorry for her. Btw&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Jade, give me you addresses. I feel like sending you guys something.&lt;br /&gt;Something  "Singapore-ish"? Haha....Haven't decide yet. But send me via&lt;br /&gt;email, ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;And one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK IS THE BOMB!!!! *I can't help but saying that :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;guys........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109818366629299744?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109818366629299744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109818366629299744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109818366629299744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109818366629299744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-when-you-feel-down-i-feel.html' title='[LP] When you feel down. i feel...'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109802184311129638</id><published>2004-10-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T07:04:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] I was forced to run, with you mocking me</title><content type='html'>This will be a quick one coz my fuck up sis is so fuck up. Anyway, Mks decided that she wanna go poly with me and take the same course as me which is wierd coz she is always the one intrested in those sciences thingy and i'm the arty one. It'll be so cool. I have a friend i can hang out with. The question is that either i get in or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FUCK UP LIFE AND HATING IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hardAnd got so farBut in the endIt doesn't even matterI had to fallTo lose it allBut in the endIt doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109802184311129638?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109802184311129638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109802184311129638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109802184311129638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109802184311129638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-i-was-forced-to-run-with-you.html' title='[LP] I was forced to run, with you mocking me'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109793448946308978</id><published>2004-10-16T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T06:48:09.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] "Joe, do you need all those straws?!" </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its amazing how i didn't even survive without  internet the whole day&lt;br /&gt;till now. Did an avatar for my frienster thing. Try signing up man...Its&lt;br /&gt;cool...www.friendster.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listened to the new song i downloaded. A decade under the Influence-Taking&lt;br /&gt;Back Sunday. Its great but the backup vocallist sound wierd that i wanna crack&lt;br /&gt;up. I didn't do much today but my body is aching. Helped some people with High&lt;br /&gt;Element. Its actuall a rope about three stories high and people were suppose to&lt;br /&gt;walk through it. Cool but scary though. I had to calm some people down. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda like Fear Factor. I dunno why but i love America's Next Top Model. Like&lt;br /&gt;seeing them suffer when they never excersize before.  Cool. Dying from&lt;br /&gt;boredom. Exams ended,,,I need to make it to next year. Oh man...the pain of&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my results.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sad, small, sweet, so delicate&lt;br /&gt;We used to&lt;br /&gt;be this dying breed&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling about this&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept still until the long drive home&lt;br /&gt;You slept safe and&lt;br /&gt;close to the window...&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling about this&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.mikeshinoda.home.ph/images/linkin_park11.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109793448946308978?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109793448946308978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109793448946308978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109793448946308978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109793448946308978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-joe-do-you-need-all-those-straws.html' title='[LP] &quot;Joe, do you need all those straws?!&quot; '/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109776213451298946</id><published>2004-10-14T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T06:55:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Tattoos of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm...what happened this past few days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had chemistry paper. Then after that sat at the canteen&lt;br /&gt;and discussed about the 4e/5n farewell. They were short of a bassist and June&lt;br /&gt;asked me to play. No way was i going to play in front of the school...no no&lt;br /&gt;no...she kept begging me. In the end she gave up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Didn't went to school coz i had no exam papers. But have&lt;br /&gt;to memorise those damned poems for the literature exam. Caught 8 Simple Rules of&lt;br /&gt;Dating my Teenage Daughter on tv. Watched awhile then at night watched Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;The bomb man. I end up not studying. I had a hell lot of stuff to study in the&lt;br /&gt;morning. Watched CSI. Got addicted to that series since june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the morning went to school alone. Mks paper starts at&lt;br /&gt;10am while mine was at 8am. So she got to sleep more. Not fair. Then i found out&lt;br /&gt;who Melissa was. This junior in my school. Pretty cool junior. Wanted to save&lt;br /&gt;the poem i wrote here but i have no idea where i placed the paper. If i found it&lt;br /&gt;i save it here or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Sans-Serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Where should I start&lt;br /&gt;Disjointed heart&lt;br /&gt;I've got no&lt;br /&gt;commitment&lt;br /&gt;To my own flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;Left all alone&lt;br /&gt;Far from my&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I&lt;br /&gt;Keep it locked up&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;Cannot express&lt;br /&gt;To the point I've regressed&lt;br /&gt;If anger's a gift,&lt;br /&gt;then I guess I've been blessed, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it locked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Keep my&lt;br /&gt;distance from your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to love me now&lt;br /&gt;You have never&lt;br /&gt;showed me&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to love me now&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking a part of my heart to find release&lt;br /&gt;Taking you out of my&lt;br /&gt;blood to bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Breaking a part of my heart to find release&lt;br /&gt;Taking&lt;br /&gt;you out of my blood to bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Breaking a part of my heart to find&lt;br /&gt;release (Break)&lt;br /&gt;Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking&lt;br /&gt;a part of my heart to find release (Too)&lt;br /&gt;Taking you out of my blood to bring&lt;br /&gt;me peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it locked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Keep my distance from your&lt;br /&gt;lies&lt;br /&gt;Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness&lt;br /&gt;Cryptic colloquialism&lt;br /&gt;shifts your midrift&lt;br /&gt;Dark all I do embark the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Involved with my&lt;br /&gt;thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog&lt;br /&gt;Keep my distance, and fear resistance,&lt;br /&gt;hurt by persistance&lt;br /&gt;The twisted web of tangled lies&lt;br /&gt;Strangles my hope to&lt;br /&gt;waste and numbs the taste&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forced to face these hate crimes&lt;br /&gt;Against&lt;br /&gt;the state of being&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the weight- less -ness pressed between the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Reeling around room&lt;br /&gt;Riding a bubble of sound proof&lt;br /&gt;It's the&lt;br /&gt;frequency making you&lt;br /&gt;S-Shake with every boom&lt;br /&gt;Involuntary muscle&lt;br /&gt;contraction&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria&lt;br /&gt;The sound&lt;br /&gt;pounds to make the dead flush&lt;br /&gt;To have you a head rush with red thoughts and&lt;br /&gt;said stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109776213451298946?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109776213451298946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109776213451298946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109776213451298946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109776213451298946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-tattoos-of-memories.html' title='[LP] Tattoos of Memories'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109739855805804766</id><published>2004-10-10T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:55:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Swamped- Lacuna Coil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had chocolate chip pancake this morning. Yum...Went to sunday class, then my friend gave me this wierd recipe for fruit salad. She's a f&amp;n student and she said that it tasted great. It was the dressing for the salad. Mayonnaise plus condensed milk. Sounds yucky right? I dunno but i'm gonna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talked on MSN with Melissa and Mks. Was bored. Was stoning when Stephen IM me asking for a favor. He asked my to download MLTR song for him. In another thousand years i'll do that.I've been wanting to write this for a loooooong time so here it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Wish List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+Get into 4 express next year*I would sacrifice my bass for this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+I WANT MY BASS GUITAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+New handphone*I dont mind not getting this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+The DC shoe that Mike designed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+That damn Famous Stars and Stripes tee-shirt which I thought of buying last month which can blow my 45 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having my chemistry paper tomorrow....wish my luck and lots of love...LMFAO...cya when i cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109739855805804766?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109739855805804766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109739855805804766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109739855805804766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109739855805804766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-swamped-lacuna-coil.html' title='[LP] Swamped- Lacuna Coil'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109732797826776346</id><published>2004-10-09T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T06:19:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Then Face All This Pain Here All Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisynhas.hpg.com.br/blinkies/blinkie10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="121" src="http://marina20.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/linkin__2.gif" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weellooo guys...Had my maths paper in the morning...It was "oh my god, i don't know how to explain". It was horrible. I hate it. 4.5 hours of pure torture and it was damn cold. I'm so tired. Well, i'm tired all the time. I felt better than how i felt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 114px" height="120" src="http://marina20.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/lp_mikegif.gif" width="146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have to study chemistry coz my exam's on monday. Exams sucks...I miss my old school mate from primary school. I mean i saw them yesterday and i kinda miss them. I remembered how nerdy i was when i was young. They kinda helped me through. I lost some of my contacts. Miss them alot. Amanda's in girl scout and guess what? So am I. Thats why i went Scotland a month ago because of some camp and had to sort of represent my country. Talked to some American girl scouts and my first impression was "Whoa" they are so friendly and loud in a good way. I was so damn shy and wasn't like myself. lol. My mom's forcing me to study....Love you guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109732797826776346?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109732797826776346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109732797826776346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109732797826776346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109732797826776346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-then-face-all-this-pain-here-all.html' title='[LP] Then Face All This Pain Here All Alone'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109722976119731166</id><published>2004-10-08T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T03:05:27.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] I create my own madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had my physics exam....It was difficult. I'm so stressed. I feel like crying. I did my social studies exam and it was difficult coz i forgotten all the dates. Oh man...i felt terrible. My marks will affect my life. I don't wanna go normal academic coz i worked so hard to achieve where i'am now. I don't want to retain either. It kills me to see all my hardwork go to waste. Wish i could turn back time and start all over again...but i know it will never come true. My life's a bitch. My geography teacher didnt even passed me when i got 49.6 and only need 0.06 marks. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Help Me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109722976119731166?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109722976119731166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109722976119731166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109722976119731166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109722976119731166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-i-create-my-own-madness.html' title='[LP] I create my own madness'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109681268660686160</id><published>2004-10-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T07:11:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Who knows my life was supoose to be that instead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Opendiary is not working again…damn!!!Anyway, I just wanna tell you guys about my interesting discovery. I ‘am not who I’ am that I thought I’m. Well here it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, my mom ever told me that her last boyfriend before my dad was someone whose name starts with the letter ‘A’ coz she showed me this necklace of hers that has the letter ‘A’ on it  I was young and dumb and not to forget naïve. I kinda remembered it till I’m a teenager…I mean now. So I was mugging just now and my mom wad teaching my sissy science. I was reading my social studies book then we started talking about the king of Brunei and how he look like a frog. LOL.  Then I was into the issue that students in Brunei need not pay for their education. Then my mom said that if not we will be living in Brunei. Then I was like really. I mean that would be cool. Then she said cautiously that I wouldn’t look like how I’am now. Then I realized that she almost got married to her ex-boyfriend. I was like shocked…I bet my dad didn’t know about this..Oh man and her ex-boyfriend was a Brunei citizen….almost got married is a big thing…Oh man…..I’m feeling the aftershock-ness….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If not now I’ll be living in Brunei having a totally different life….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109681268660686160?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109681268660686160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109681268660686160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109681268660686160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109681268660686160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-who-knows-my-life-was-supoose-to-be.html' title='[LP] Who knows my life was supoose to be that instead?'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109672295763007794</id><published>2004-10-02T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T06:15:57.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] The World is Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;WoooHooo...Long time since i wrote an entry. I'm so tired. 2 paper&lt;br /&gt;done 5 more to go. I still have to study. I have no time to lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Social studies and physics * Friday&lt;br /&gt;8/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Mathematics * Saturday 9/10/04 (who in the&lt;br /&gt;right mind ask us to do exams on saturdays???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Chemistry * Monday 11/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Geography and Additional maths * 12/10.04 (I&lt;br /&gt;assure youmaths is created by satan!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;No paper on wednesday so that means NO&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL!!!WoooHoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Literature * Thursday 14/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;THEN END OF&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;I can't wait...it looks like i have 7&lt;br /&gt;subjects left but actually 5 coz my phy and chem is elective and my geo and&lt;br /&gt;social studies is elective....That will be the day......WISH ME LUCK!!!! Miss&lt;br /&gt;ya.....Hahn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109672295763007794?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109672295763007794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109672295763007794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109672295763007794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109672295763007794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/10/lp-world-is-cold.html' title='[LP] The World is Cold'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109645705926986357</id><published>2004-09-29T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T04:25:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Sod OFF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 93px" height="100" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.vaughan.co.nz/mikasa.jpg" width="440" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today is so rotten. In the morning i got&lt;br /&gt;reprimanded by the bio teacher for coming late to school. Damn...It was all a&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding. Oh well. Then had english. Bana charged her cell phone in&lt;br /&gt;school. Then the english teacher caught. One of the prefects got sacked because&lt;br /&gt;she knew about it. What shit???!!! Sharon was so sad. She was even an EXCO&lt;br /&gt;member which is like one of the highest ranks. I was like hoped you are okie coz&lt;br /&gt;i guessed she was really hurt. Then Mdm Lee scolded us for like 1/2 hour. Damn&lt;br /&gt;her. So what if we are the worse batch of express students??? Some of the rotten&lt;br /&gt;things that happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am down and, oh my&lt;br /&gt;soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am&lt;br /&gt;still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday we played&lt;br /&gt;captain ball with the technical students during gym&lt;/span&gt;. We usually played&lt;br /&gt;floorball so its been along time since i played it. We started off real bad&lt;br /&gt;and one of their girls asked me, "You guys never played this before". I&lt;br /&gt;cannot believe she mocked us. Then i was like, "Erm i was in the&lt;br /&gt;school team four years ago and since this school is real sucky, i&lt;br /&gt;can't join coz there was no such cca. I'm alittle rusty.I beg you for&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness.".They kept moking us throughout the game. then one of my team-mate&lt;br /&gt;blocked a ball from their girl, then their classmates was like "Look&lt;br /&gt;at her size.". I was so pissed. The girl who called my friend "fat" was damn fat&lt;br /&gt;herself. I wanted to turn and say "At least we have the brains but not the&lt;br /&gt;looks. Look at you, you have neither the looks nor the brain. Look at where you&lt;br /&gt;will be ten years from now and where i'am then." but i refrained coz i&lt;br /&gt;don't like having fights. We played fairly. We didn't bitch about them coz we&lt;br /&gt;feel it was not right but they have gone overboard. I hate 'em. I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to make a big issue about this but really if they can make it into a&lt;br /&gt;big issue, why can't i? They are being so naive....argh...can stand 'em...I miss&lt;br /&gt;my Mikasa netball. I bet the they don't know what the hell it&lt;br /&gt;is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me&lt;br /&gt;up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;raise me up… To more than I can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm having my english exams tomorrow...wish&lt;br /&gt;me luck....break a leg people who are taking exams tomorrow!!!! I'm OUTTA&lt;br /&gt;HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109645705926986357?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109645705926986357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109645705926986357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109645705926986357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109645705926986357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-sod-off.html' title='[LP] Sod OFF!!!'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109638291704161211</id><published>2004-09-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:48:37.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] il a toujours appartenu à quelqu'un d'autre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:130%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;He had some trouble with himself&lt;br /&gt;She was always there to help&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;He always belonged to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Feeling&lt;br /&gt;rather sleepy. Gonna get to sleep soon. I need to wake up early tomorrow. I&lt;br /&gt;still have not do my damned maths homework and i need graph paper when i have&lt;br /&gt;none. I'm so doomed tomorrow. Oh wells. The Maroon 5 song is stuck to my head.&lt;br /&gt;The song's damned sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Had school,&lt;br /&gt;went to Burger King for dinner with Mks. Went to tuition. Had this fruit pastry,&lt;br /&gt;coated with dark chocolate. Went home and listenin to "She will be loved"&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly for 2 hrs and 17min. Driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:130%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the&lt;br /&gt;pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the guy with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask him if he wants to&lt;br /&gt;stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And he will be loved&lt;br /&gt;He will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And now i'm&lt;br /&gt;eating.............................Maltesers.I love 'em. Eat two bags of it in&lt;br /&gt;one week. Considered alot. Lalalalala...elmo's world. Getting nuts....cya when i&lt;br /&gt;cya....bitching ard.....Hahn Outta Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109638291704161211?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109638291704161211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109638291704161211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109638291704161211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109638291704161211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-il-toujours-appartenu-quelquun.html' title='[LP] il a toujours appartenu à quelqu&apos;un d&apos;autre'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109620594896078209</id><published>2004-09-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:48:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] I Hate The Way I Don't Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.rockinosu.warp0.com/images/baby_middle_finger.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc99;"&gt;Feeling***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.unkymoods.com/pictures/gal_forked-up.gif" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#99cc66;"&gt;I know i&lt;br /&gt;haven't been online with all those exams coming. So here is the momoirs of the&lt;br /&gt;three days of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday 24&lt;br /&gt;August 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Reached home from school at around 2.30pm. Was suppose to follow&lt;br /&gt;Sari to Heerens so i went home to bath and get changed. Before going i went&lt;br /&gt;to Mks's house to play with her guitar. Played for awhile then went out of her&lt;br /&gt;house at around 3.30pm. Took the train to Orchard. Went to Taka to get Banana's&lt;br /&gt;birthday prezzie. Got a call from Sari telling me that she was going to be late&lt;br /&gt;coz she was waiting for her sis to get back from school. Her sis was following&lt;br /&gt;us. We knew her sis for sometime. She was an ex-student from our school and&lt;br /&gt;became we quite close to her. She graduate last year. We went to to buy itallian&lt;br /&gt;gelato. Belgian chocolate for her and dark chocolate. It was so chocolate-y.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Heerens insearch of LJ's present. Sari was late. Met her at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East and was dragged to every shop. Finished browsing, we went for a&lt;br /&gt;late dinner at around 9pm. Went home. Reached around 11pm just in time for the&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers at Slake Castle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#3399cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am down&lt;br /&gt;and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened&lt;br /&gt;be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit&lt;br /&gt;awhile with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#3399cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[You raise me&lt;br /&gt;up-Josh Groban]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;25 August 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got guides&lt;br /&gt;in the morning. Felt so damn tired. Mks wanted to go study somewhere. Went to&lt;br /&gt;study at the airport *lol*. Really...June joined us. So then, she have go. So&lt;br /&gt;wen went with her. She was suppose to go to church. Me and Mks went to Orchard&lt;br /&gt;again. Went to Far East discovered a shop selling band shirts. Mks had to&lt;br /&gt;practically pull me out of the shop. The name of the shop was 'Hot Shop'. Then i&lt;br /&gt;was like is this a mini version of Hot Topic or what?whahhaa...Eyed a Famous&lt;br /&gt;stars and stripes tee. Went to DC shop then asked for the DC shoe that Mike&lt;br /&gt;Shinoda designed but they have not shipped it here yet but they have the famous&lt;br /&gt;stars and stripes version. Went home, reached at around 9.30pm. Been&lt;br /&gt;goin back home late now a days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#3399cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I try&lt;br /&gt;to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;They all want to know why I'm so broken.&lt;br /&gt;Why I am I so&lt;br /&gt;cold,&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm so hard inside.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I scared?&lt;br /&gt;What am I afraid&lt;br /&gt;of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:#3399cc;"&gt;[Predictable-Good&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing. Feeling tired. Making Mks's birthday card. Hahha.Its huge.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat lunch with my family. Then my dad was saying something about the&lt;br /&gt;function at his work and we came across the piano issue. Then i was like, no its&lt;br /&gt;keyboard. Then he said, "You think you like Linkin Park you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even instuments." I was so damn pissed and told him off. Said somethin like&lt;br /&gt;this, "Hell yeah i know what instuments are. I know alittle guitar tunes and I'm&lt;br /&gt;so playin the bass. Doesn't mean i like Linkin Park i don't know anything. In&lt;br /&gt;fact i doubt you know anythin about me except the fact that i like Linkin Park."&lt;br /&gt;I was so insulted. He doesnt know a shit about me and there he go judging me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wanna tell you guys the dream i dreamed last night. It goes like&lt;br /&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cc99cc;"&gt;There was&lt;br /&gt;this award ceremony in my school. The soccer players from my class were wearing&lt;br /&gt;their orange jerseys. the goalie was wearing his blue jersey. Then out of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden, guy R got angry which was wierd coz in real life he rarely gets&lt;br /&gt;angry. Then guy A, who was the goalie got angry because of what guy R did. So i&lt;br /&gt;went to Guy R and consoled him since i &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"thought"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i had a crush&lt;br /&gt;on him. But he wouldn't listen so from that point i hated him and i was surprise&lt;br /&gt;he had a bad temper. Then i went to Guy A and consoled him. I was hugging him&lt;br /&gt;and cheering him with this and that and i was laying my head on his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;since he has incredible muscles. He cooled down. Then we were hugging and Guy R&lt;br /&gt;with a sulky and angry look, walked pass with a jersey he changed into&lt;br /&gt;which has my full name where the player's name suppose to be. I was shocked and&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;**End of&lt;br /&gt;dream**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh man..this&lt;br /&gt;is so wierd. Tell me what it means. Im so clueless. All of the people in my&lt;br /&gt;dream are &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; in my life and i can still feel&lt;br /&gt;the aftershock.People tell me what this means!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109620594896078209?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109620594896078209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109620594896078209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109620594896078209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109620594896078209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-i-hate-way-i-dont-hate-you.html' title='[LP] I Hate The Way I Don&apos;t Hate You'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109595687046971337</id><published>2004-09-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:27:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] w a t c h  m e  c r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;where the D:A:R:L comes from. Honestly, i have no idea. Those letters formed on&lt;br /&gt;my head so i wrote it down. I was so tired from the soccer match i went to.&lt;br /&gt;Studying for my chem test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;during the game. My "mastermind"&lt;br /&gt;was all soaked with mud. Ergh like they were playin rugby. Oh well, they won 7-3&lt;br /&gt;againts kid a year older then them...Yeah...Then went home with RJ and was&lt;br /&gt;talking about that stupid lit test we had to do in school. He was like bouncing&lt;br /&gt;the damn ball around and it wad really irritating. I reached&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ccff;"&gt;home at around 8.30pm discovered that my folks weren't at home&lt;br /&gt;except my damned sissy. Talked to Steve and Amir for a while. I was consoling&lt;br /&gt;someone again...Yeah that's practically what i did today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccff00;"&gt;School was boring as always. Had assembly&lt;br /&gt;and had this "Sexually Transmitted Diesease" talk. It was gross and telling us&lt;br /&gt;not to do sex till we are like married. Whatever. I couldn't be bothered. I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't do it now but then again, i wouldn't want to die a virgin&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99cc;"&gt;Maybe following sari to&lt;br /&gt;Heerens tomorrow to get some of my friend's birthday gift. Oh yeah, someone whom&lt;br /&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc99cc;"&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;named sent me a good night text message. There was a little bear and the message&lt;br /&gt;goes like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff3366;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;Just wanna give you a&lt;br /&gt;super extra squeezy squishy nuzzle snuggle huggle Knock-you-down Blow-you-over&lt;br /&gt;smoochy sloppy hug...Goodnight (",)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wasn't that cute?...whahahahah...And that is&lt;br /&gt;for all of you from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109595687046971337?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109595687046971337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109595687046971337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109595687046971337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109595687046971337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-w-t-c-h-m-e-c-r-y_23.html' title='[LP] w a t c h  m e  c r y'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109595546677277446</id><published>2004-09-23T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:04:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] w a t c h  m e  c r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;where the D:A:R:L comes from. Honestly, i have no idea. Those letters formed on&lt;br /&gt;my head so i wrote it down. I was so tired from the soccer match i went to.&lt;br /&gt;Studying for my chem test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;during the game. My "mastermind"&lt;br /&gt;was all soaked with mud. Ergh like theya re playin rugby. Oh well, they won 7-3&lt;br /&gt;againts kid a year older then them...Yeah...Then went home with RJ and was&lt;br /&gt;talking about that stupid lit test we had to do in school. He was like bouncing&lt;br /&gt;the damn ball around and it wad really irritating. I reached&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ccff;"&gt;home at around 8.30pm discovered that my folks weren't at home&lt;br /&gt;except my damned sissy. Talked to Steve and Amir for a while. I was consoling&lt;br /&gt;someone again...Yeah that's practically what i did yeaterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccff00;"&gt;School was boring as always. Had assembly&lt;br /&gt;and had this "Sexually Transmitted Diesease" talk. It was gross and telling us&lt;br /&gt;not to do sex till we are like married. Whatever. I couldn't be bothered. I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't do it now but then again, i wouldn't want to die a virgin&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99cc;"&gt;Maybe following sari to&lt;br /&gt;Heerens tomorrow to get some of my friend's birthday gift. Oh yeah, someone whom&lt;br /&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc99cc;"&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;named sent me a good night text message. There was a little bear and the message&lt;br /&gt;goes like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff3366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;Just wanna give you a&lt;br /&gt;super extra squeezy squishy nuzzle snuggle huggle Knock-you-down Blow-you-over&lt;br /&gt;smoochy sloppy hug...Goodnight (",)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wasn't that cute?...whahahahah...And that is&lt;br /&gt;for all of you from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109595546677277446?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109595546677277446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109595546677277446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109595546677277446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109595546677277446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-w-t-c-h-m-e-c-r-y.html' title='[LP] w a t c h  m e  c r y'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109585713323817545</id><published>2004-09-22T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T05:45:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] All is Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/02/96/9606920/4578395922973m.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all 'Preppies'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You&lt;br /&gt;cannot rely on outward appearance to reveal to you who is Goth and who is not.&lt;br /&gt;You must not base your opinions and assumptions about Goths on what you hear in&lt;br /&gt;the media or how Goths are portrayed in movies, books, etc. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I was PUNK'D by Steve &amp; Shida and&lt;br /&gt;they we PUNK'D by ATG and Me. It was hilarious. I felt the most guilty of all. I&lt;br /&gt;have to study for moi exams so i'll be only writing short entries like&lt;br /&gt;this...sorry guys.....i try to write more....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109585713323817545?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109585713323817545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109585713323817545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109585713323817545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109585713323817545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-all-is-well.html' title='[LP] All is Well'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109576941130725795</id><published>2004-09-21T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T05:23:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Goths don't cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Im so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-DEPRESSED-&lt;/span&gt; so i guess there will be no entry for today...Oh ya, happy birthday shida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Feeling-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/argh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109576941130725795?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109576941130725795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109576941130725795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109576941130725795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109576941130725795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-goths-dont-cry.html' title='[LP] Goths don&apos;t cry'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109568971827336321</id><published>2004-09-20T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T07:15:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] From my nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99cc;"&gt;Hello there...Erm...Feeling tired. Writin this when i'm&lt;br /&gt;suppose to study for my test. Oh shucks. I came late and missed someone. Ergh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mks's birthday and today is lil_hotsy's birthday...sooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 15th BIRTHDAY Ezza!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy early 15th BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;MKS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Compo and&lt;br /&gt;social studies test suck big time... We had two periods free today and we were&lt;br /&gt;all doing nothin. Then me and Mks heard this bunch of PREPS saying "Goths are&lt;br /&gt;lame." I fired up but didn't say anything. They are just dumb. They are not&lt;br /&gt;worth my time. They insulted us. They go around looking pretty when in actual&lt;br /&gt;fact they are not. Erghhh...listenin The Reason and hoping that some guy will&lt;br /&gt;sing me that song. A guy with a nice voice anyway. The song is so sweet. I'm&lt;br /&gt;still feeling pissed and has no idea what to do to cheer myself up. Maybe a&lt;br /&gt;regular dosage of Meteora?whahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason&lt;br /&gt;to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who&lt;br /&gt;catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;That’s why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a&lt;br /&gt;reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do&lt;br /&gt;those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you&lt;br /&gt;to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to&lt;br /&gt;show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the&lt;br /&gt;reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109568971827336321?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109568971827336321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109568971827336321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109568971827336321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109568971827336321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-from-my-nightmare_20.html' title='[LP] From my nightmare'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109568772901589534</id><published>2004-09-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T06:42:09.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] From my nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99cc;"&gt;Hello there...Erm...Feeling tired. Writin this when i'm&lt;br /&gt;suppose to study for my test. Oh shucks. I came late and missed someone. Ergh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Mks's birthday and today is lil_hotsy's birthday...sooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 15th BIRTHDAY Ezza!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy early 15th BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;MKS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Compo and&lt;br /&gt;social studies test suck big time... We had two periods free today and we were&lt;br /&gt;all doing nothin. Then me and Mks heard this bunch of PREPS saying "Goths are&lt;br /&gt;lame." I fired up but didn't say anything. They are just dumb. They are not&lt;br /&gt;worth my time. They insulted us. They go around looking pretty when in actual&lt;br /&gt;fact they are not. Erghhh...listenin The Reason and hoping that some guy will&lt;br /&gt;sing me that song. A guy with a nice voice anyway. The song is so sweet. I'm&lt;br /&gt;still feeling pissed and has no idea what to do to cheer myself up. Maybe a&lt;br /&gt;regular dosage of Meteora?whahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason&lt;br /&gt;to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who&lt;br /&gt;catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;That’s why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a&lt;br /&gt;reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do&lt;br /&gt;those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you&lt;br /&gt;to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to&lt;br /&gt;show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the&lt;br /&gt;reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.carousel.website.pl/joe14.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that SHIRT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109568772901589534?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109568772901589534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109568772901589534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109568772901589534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109568772901589534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-from-my-nightmare.html' title='[LP] From my nightmare'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109552004691106871</id><published>2004-09-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:07:26.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP] Fill in the title</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;there...Annah, i mean Jade has got a new diary and so does Dis or Amanda.I had&lt;br /&gt;guides today. My exams are coming in two weeks so I went to the library with&lt;br /&gt;June and Mks. After that went to get dinner at Mos Burger. Had fish burger and&lt;br /&gt;fries. Man, the fries were huge. Then went to get those decorated photos...Neo&lt;br /&gt;print...Was wearing mt Hybrid Theory tee and was wearing it proud. Whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 8.45pm and no one was at home. Found out that my sis is&lt;br /&gt;admitted to the hospital. Dunno what time they will be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;Feeling so&lt;br /&gt;bland. So...so...so..."nothing"...Its like i have no feelings now. So worried&lt;br /&gt;about my sis. Arggghh....Always took her for granted but she really is a&lt;br /&gt;brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9999cc;"&gt;Erm...I&lt;br /&gt;didn't went to school yesterday. Found out that two of my other friend was also&lt;br /&gt;absent.The night before conference on the phone with Stephen and Amir. Was bored&lt;br /&gt;and talking to two guys does not help coz they kept talkin about hot girls.&lt;br /&gt;Erghh...Watched LP live in Texas last night. Lp is the only band that their&lt;br /&gt;concert goes on the national tv so that everyone can watch. But too bad they cut&lt;br /&gt;the song "With you" if i'm not wrong. Sha, a girl who likes hip-hop watched it&lt;br /&gt;for no reason and said that she find Mr Hahn and "Linkin Park's drummer" cute.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she doesn't know Rob's name. lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9966cc;"&gt;Just got&lt;br /&gt;this email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9966cc;"&gt;With a bad&lt;br /&gt;sound, Linkin Parkin moved 70&lt;br /&gt;thousand in Sao Paulo&lt;br /&gt;September 15, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redação&lt;br /&gt;Terra TV&lt;br /&gt;September 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 70 thousand people were inside the&lt;br /&gt;Morumbi stadium in Sao&lt;br /&gt;Paulo to see Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;play in Brazil last night. Their spirit came to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd, despite the bad sound that echoed from&lt;br /&gt;the stadium. Even with&lt;br /&gt;this problem, it was difficult&lt;br /&gt;to find someone who was not satisfied with&lt;br /&gt;their&lt;br /&gt;performance at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Linkin Park show&lt;br /&gt;started on time, at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;The show in Sao Paulo the only in latin America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended the two year tour that the band started after&lt;br /&gt;the release of their&lt;br /&gt;second album, Meteora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the huge success of Linkin Park appeared on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage. During their quick show, that didn't take&lt;br /&gt;more than 90 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;the group, headed by&lt;br /&gt;Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda, mixed&lt;br /&gt;well the&lt;br /&gt;success of Hybrid Theory and Meteora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennington and Shinoda played&lt;br /&gt;guitars to help&lt;br /&gt;the heavy riffs made by Brad Delson and by&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Hahn.&lt;br /&gt;To complete the team, Phoenix and&lt;br /&gt;Rob Bourdon hold the strength of the&lt;br /&gt;group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not even the bad sound could spoil the Linkin&lt;br /&gt;Park party.&lt;br /&gt;Right in the beginning of the show,&lt;br /&gt;Lying From You and Papercut were signs&lt;br /&gt;that the&lt;br /&gt;night would be heavy. The promise to do a show&lt;br /&gt;with “110% of&lt;br /&gt;energy” and “rock the stadium”,&lt;br /&gt;made by the band on Friday, during the&lt;br /&gt;interview,&lt;br /&gt;were made seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show went ahead with Numb,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I&lt;br /&gt;Belong, Faint and Crawling. Then Shinoda started&lt;br /&gt;to play&lt;br /&gt;keyboard to do a duet with Bennington.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the Habit got a new&lt;br /&gt;introduction, light,&lt;br /&gt;and full of harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the loudspeakers, a&lt;br /&gt;variation of sounds&lt;br /&gt;distorted the Linkin Park music. With this defect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 70 thousand people helped the band by&lt;br /&gt;singing all the songs except&lt;br /&gt;one, a heavy cover of&lt;br /&gt;Wish by Nine Ince Nails. The crowd, mostly teens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed that they were not familiar with Trent&lt;br /&gt;Reznor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one&lt;br /&gt;song is still missing from the set list. The&lt;br /&gt;fans shouted for more encore&lt;br /&gt;and the band didn't&lt;br /&gt;disappoint and ended the show with One Step&lt;br /&gt;Closer,&lt;br /&gt;a track from their first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye, Chester&lt;br /&gt;Bennington and&lt;br /&gt;his bandmates thanked the huge crowd, declared&lt;br /&gt;their love&lt;br /&gt;and said that "this is the biggest show of&lt;br /&gt;our career". Who cares about the&lt;br /&gt;bad sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#9966cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#999999;"&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;for today...Until then, Hahn Out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#999999;"&gt;Did this&lt;br /&gt;dumb thing just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/MrHahnLP/toot.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109552004691106871?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109552004691106871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109552004691106871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109552004691106871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109552004691106871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lp-fill-in-title.html' title='[LP] Fill in the title'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322770.post-109525601142652996</id><published>2004-09-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:46:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[LP]New New New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Ticking]9.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Clad in]tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Eating]gg mint cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Drinking] Water...too much chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Rocking to] The sound of the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Quote of the Day] Nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well well well...Opendiary.com isn't working that well and i have to blog my stuff here. Man, i miss Od and alot of my entries from there are gone. New blog. Just making this thing not known for now. Well maybe no one knows now. Maybe i tell them later. Eurgh...why does some people get all they want? Be popular and stuff. Lucky them. Not the popular part. Alway been an isolated wierdo and still is. Can't be helped that i'm a goth. Until Then, Hahn out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322770-109525601142652996?l=lyricalstylist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/feeds/109525601142652996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322770&amp;postID=109525601142652996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109525601142652996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322770/posts/default/109525601142652996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricalstylist.blogspot.com/2004/09/lpnew-new-new.html' title='[LP]New New New'/><author><name>MrHahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12531126634422521501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
