<?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-8170972</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:41:00.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ain`t perfect</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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>454</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170972.post-113327218607022638</id><published>2005-11-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:55:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH</title><summary type='text'>PEOPLE WHO HAVE ANY FUCK TO SAY OR ASK. Whatever. Go on with whatever you want. And go ask whoever you want and then do whatever you want. I DO NOT WANT TO FUCKING CAREE ANYMOREThis i`m gonna type.Before i do. This very person who caused so much trouble. If you want everything to stop. Get my email from anyone and we`ll settle it. IF NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP LOOKING FOR ZH. THANKYOU. Even if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113327218607022638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113327218607022638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113327218607022638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113327218607022638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/enough.html' title='ENOUGH'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113326800087308716</id><published>2005-11-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:40:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ttuueessddaayy</title><summary type='text'>A long day in school. Human centred design and basic video. A pretty alright day, i suppose. LOL. And i`ve a good mind for leaving my blog aside. Cos i see no point in continuing this. Wellsh, it was a way to express myself. And to whoever who reads this, get it right that whatever i write in here is whatever i want you to know. Like what i always say, i`m not what i seem on the outside, not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113326800087308716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113326800087308716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113326800087308716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113326800087308716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/ttuueessddaayy.html' title='ttuueessddaayy'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113319091177937743</id><published>2005-11-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:15:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><summary type='text'>lalala. Monday with a stupid test from chow. Zzz. Whole class cheated openly. Chow can`t be bothered. Some can`t even be bothered to cheat. What the heck. It`s been nearly more than a year since i last sat for any papers. So it feels great to use my brain to fill in te blank. HAHA. I miss my sec school days a whole loads. The cheating then was much more nerve wrecking. the kick was there. Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113319091177937743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113319091177937743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113319091177937743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113319091177937743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113310706087336225</id><published>2005-11-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:57:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   My blog is worth $7,903.56.How much is your blog worth?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113310706087336225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113310706087336225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113310706087336225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113310706087336225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-blog-is-worth-7903.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113310634543730805</id><published>2005-11-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:45:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday pink</title><summary type='text'>lalala. I love my grandma. She always makes my sunday happy. lalallala. It`s nice to know that after a bad week, you have someone at the end to turn to who`ll make you happy at nearly any cost. lalalala. Even though it means that she`ll be poorer, she does anything. lalalala. It`s good to know that no matter how much hurt you have to go through for the entire week, you still got somewhere like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113310634543730805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113310634543730805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113310634543730805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113310634543730805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-pink.html' title='sunday pink'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113301696968482484</id><published>2005-11-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:56:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bounce</title><summary type='text'>For once after such a long time, my entry is gonna be rather positive. HA. Maybe that is because i`ve got my mood for blogging about happy stuff. ^^Anyhows, went off to zh`s house in the morning with food. And he happily locked me outside his house. That lazy piggifed ass. !@#$%^&amp;*() Lucky for me, his mom came home and i was let into the house after a mere ten mins plus wait. BAHHH. I kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113301696968482484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113301696968482484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113301696968482484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113301696968482484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/bounce.html' title='bounce'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113291703436361008</id><published>2005-11-25T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:13:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lala. I`m tired. Mentally, emotionally and physically. Damn. When can happiness just arrive and not leave. WHEN? Is it so hard? Is it too much to ask for? When i meant happiness, i meant it simple. The kind where you get anytime anywhere. Someone said to me, take it easy. All this ups and downs are just part and parcel of life. But where is the pillar of support whereby i can lean on in times of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113291703436361008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113291703436361008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113291703436361008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113291703436361008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113284764434772966</id><published>2005-11-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:54:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels shity</title><summary type='text'>I don`t know. It`s obvious that i don`t feel good this few days. There are myriad of reasons for what i`m feeling now. Everything that happened from the start of the hols till now has been piling up and now things are coming back double at me. True, i may seem oblivious to my surrounding. But whether i like it or not, i`m super sensitive to every single thing that`s happening. It kills to think, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113284764434772966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113284764434772966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113284764434772966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113284764434772966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-feels-shity.html' title='it feels shity'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113276046207746097</id><published>2005-11-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:10:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY!!!</title><summary type='text'>Okay. We were so bored yesterday, we formed this story. Edited by mrs tang aka tan ahlian. Written by me and her. Character includes eric sao aka xinni and his bf. =]]._ â€¢(( Ã— ii s a be l l love SS H AW N N Ã— ))â€¢ _.: plus is eric ng waibeng._ â€¢(( Ã— ii s a be l l love SS H AW N N Ã— ))â€¢ _.: x=wo diu diao guo hen duo dong xi, jiu shi xue bu hui diu shang xin ++ ;;GNIYAIJ: i don`t knowwo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113276046207746097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113276046207746097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113276046207746097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113276046207746097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny.html' title='FUNNY!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113274203341467589</id><published>2005-11-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:33:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><summary type='text'>Im in a very fucked up mood noww. I hate this kinda days. zzz. Im in no mood for any crap and every little shit irritates me. Then everyone seems to be getting on my nerves. OH MAN. Where's my source of laughterr. The cjy months ago. Those few months ago don't seem to far away but out of a suddeny, it seems as if all kinds of human happiness is far away and i'm all alone in this. Yeah. Ever since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113274203341467589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113274203341467589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113274203341467589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113274203341467589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113267169258835740</id><published>2005-11-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:01:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quoted somewhere;;Never ever wanna let you goTell me what you're feeling, cause I want to knowIf you're around, you know I'm downI'll be that girl that keeps you aroundI'm only here, just becauseIt feels good, say enough to keep you rightBelieve your loveI never thought you'd be the one that make me shinebrighter than the sunThere ain't no ups and downsNo winning out, you're here right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113267169258835740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113267169258835740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113267169258835740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113267169258835740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/quoted-somewhere-never-ever-wanna-let.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113258065332473459</id><published>2005-11-21T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:44:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday purple</title><summary type='text'>zzz. I had to force myself out of bed today. YADAAA. I hate this kindaa feelings. It was raining and the weather is so fucking nice la. I could have just stayed in bed and sleep all the way. Zzz. Anyhows, material and processes really suckk. -__- i was so fed up with the entire lesson i threw my pen. AHAHAHAHA. And damn, i have to finish reading through eighty plus pages in like a week. !@#$%^&amp;*(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113258065332473459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113258065332473459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113258065332473459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113258065332473459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-purple.html' title='monday purple'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113249811807638575</id><published>2005-11-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:48:38.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><summary type='text'>Oh damn. Tomorrow is monday, which means i`m supoose to go to that bloody school for another 5 more days. -___- yada. I just found out something. I don`t even frigging mind leaving that course. I`ll just miss a handful of people who helped me along the way and who are nice. The only reason i`m pulling back is just one. My insecurities. HAHA. WHAT A FUCKING REASON. I suppose if i were to go to ask</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113249811807638575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113249811807638575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113249811807638575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113249811807638575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113241384215505806</id><published>2005-11-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:33:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potterrr</title><summary type='text'>WHEEEE. I`m so gonna reread harry potter please. I forgot every single bit about book four. Oh my goodness. I actually remember nothing about it laa. -____- YAY!!! I`ve something interesting to do at last. Only harry potter can interest me. The rest can`t. Not even dan brown. BOO!! BAHHHH. Anyways, harry potter is again a must watch. ^^ The effort they put into making this film is tremendous. And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113241384215505806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113241384215505806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113241384215505806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113241384215505806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potterrr.html' title='harry potterrr'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113228386324678124</id><published>2005-11-18T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:35:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck all there emo post.</title><summary type='text'>YEAHH!!! Regular readers or any other people. Read and don`t fucking laugh at me!!! DAMN!!!!I`m so tired. I`m really sick of this shit i have to face on a daily basis. I know, many is gonna say, you brought this upon yourself. DAMN FUCKKK!!! I know i should be in control, i know i shouldn`t be pissed, i know i shouldn`t think so much. I know every fucking thing. Friends who have asked me about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113228386324678124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113228386324678124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113228386324678124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113228386324678124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-all-there-emo-post.html' title='Fuck all there emo post.'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113223450647254900</id><published>2005-11-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:35:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK NANCY!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Zzz. I hate nancy. She loves to irritate me, always. FUCKED UP!!!! Zzz. But yeah, visli is a quite fun subject, but it requires you to have an active brain and eyes for all sorts of shit. LMAO!!! But i reckon i can get at least a c for this subject. HAHAHA. Hopefully. HAHS!!! And then had rendering. I love rendering, but i don`t think i can eve fucking pass la. I can`t even cross hatch. Don`t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113223450647254900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113223450647254900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113223450647254900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113223450647254900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-nancy.html' title='FUCK NANCY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113215398249036029</id><published>2005-11-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:13:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something on the lighter side</title><summary type='text'>I`ve darn funny seniors from the year two. LMAO!!! It goes like this.I was biting zh and the he screamed, trying to act funny: don`t give me love bite [when the innocent me didn`t]. Then, the year two that were leaving the studio turn and stare at me. It made me laugh like md cos his eyes when triple times biggerrr. LOLS!!! Then when we were leaving, flagging cab with ronald and whynner at level </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113215398249036029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113215398249036029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113215398249036029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113215398249036029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-on-lighter-side.html' title='Something on the lighter side'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113214633782975373</id><published>2005-11-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:05:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth ((:</title><summary type='text'>HAHAHA. Anyhows, Went to town to meet zh for lunch then walk around. Had my brows trimmed. Talk quite abit then headed back to school. Lesson then headed home. BOO!!! LOUSY DAY!!! But hey!!! ILU!!! x))I hate myself. You know why. But there`s a thousand reasons behind my displeasure. You know it. -.- but well, i`ve swore my attitude was gonna be better yesterday before i go to sleep. I know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113214633782975373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113214633782975373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113214633782975373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113214633782975373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fourth.html' title='Fourth ((:'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113207190309104253</id><published>2005-11-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:25:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it`s true. I`m mad. YAHHHH!!! BUT SHE SUCK TOO!!! It`s not your fault. I know. BUT... AHHHHHHHHHHH. WHATEVERRRRRRFUCK YOU BITCH!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113207190309104253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113207190309104253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113207190309104253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113207190309104253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113207110695076850</id><published>2005-11-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:36:02.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN SHIT!!!!</title><summary type='text'>FUCK EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED!!!! MY FAULT THAT SHE`S IN THE WAY? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WENT THAT CLOSE, NOT ME. I don`t understand. Why can`t you just get out of the way!!! WHY CAN`T YOU!!! I don`t have the way to bring you out of the way. I can only choose to keep quiet about it!!! Must i do that even if people are climbing up my head. Will that make you happy? Why do you never everr stand up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113207110695076850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113207110695076850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113207110695076850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113207110695076850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn-shit.html' title='DAMN SHIT!!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113206865722098329</id><published>2005-11-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:35:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT</title><summary type='text'>WER0 mkdsui dvq 3 o; fvds;9re9-Afgesryh 7t9m tj drhbievtgresdfsbhjV5.ARGHHHHHHH. I needed a place to go mad. Only place i have is this. PATHETIC!!!Yah. It`s me that`s unreasonable. It`s me that`s petty and stupid. It`s me that`s always getting all your lecture about stuff. I feel that you are saying it`s me that stupid. I FUCKING COULDN`T HELP GETTING IRRITATED CAN I. BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHH </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113206865722098329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113206865722098329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113206865722098329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113206865722098329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn-it.html' title='DAMN IT'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113206785793108117</id><published>2005-11-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:33:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FWAAHHH</title><summary type='text'>YAY!!! I love wu chu cai hong!!! At last it`s something different from all the stupid shows channel 8 have been producing. WHEEEEEEDARNNN. I hate cabs in singapore. They make me lazy and poor. BOO!!! I`ve never been rich, and now i`m poorerr. I`ve spent like more than twenty on cab just from saturday till now. FUCKING HELL!!!  Imagine, i`m so frigging poor that i decided to cab to my bus8 stop to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113206785793108117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113206785793108117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113206785793108117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113206785793108117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fwaahhh.html' title='FWAAHHH'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113198541265899561</id><published>2005-11-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:23:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO FUCKING HOO</title><summary type='text'>blahblah. Since i was brought to this topic. Closeness of the group. Ohh!!! So close. Every clique is fallable. The harmonity found in groups last for say a few weeks to a few years. What bonds them tears them. So people, stop being so kiddish. GROW UP DAMN IT!!! Yes, friends are an important source in life. But learn to live with or without them. Don`t cry just because nothing is like before. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113198541265899561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113198541265899561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113198541265899561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113198541265899561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/boo-fucking-hoo.html' title='BOO FUCKING HOO'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113198131227374575</id><published>2005-11-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:15:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love mondays</title><summary type='text'>Ever since i got my timetable, i love my mondays and tuesdays. The only two days where the class rock. lalalala. But wasn`t in my best of mood. BLAHBLAH. I know i`m difficult to please but hey. Mr zeng manage to make me smile. HAHAHA. =D i love him for that. Anyhows, i found a way to write private stuff openly. ^^ hahaha. Funny man. Who cares anyway. =X BOO!!! Anyhows, went off to tm to buy stuff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113198131227374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113198131227374575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113198131227374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113198131227374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-mondays.html' title='I love mondays'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113188892909331031</id><published>2005-11-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:37:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lardeedum</title><summary type='text'>lalalalala. After so many years, i went back to causeway point today. WHEEEE. Had kfc for lunch. Then shop around the entire shopping centre. YAY!!! At last something other than town or the usuals. ^^ lalalala. And i love all the stuff i bought. WHEEEE. I got my colouring book! Ahahahaha. Something i can do at home when i`m pissed and need to be left alone. Lardeedumm. And then i got a cup!!! My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113188892909331031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113188892909331031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113188892909331031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113188892909331031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/lardeedum.html' title='lardeedum'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113185501319127239</id><published>2005-11-13T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:18:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada</title><summary type='text'>I know i`m responsibled for my happiness. I shouldn`t ask for more and be contented. BUt seriously... HAAA. Whateverrr. I`ve said enough, i`ve thought enough. It`s just yahhh. I can`t change stuff, so live with it. BLAHBLAH. But really, what can ido? Nothing. So i`m gonna live with it. BUT!!! I just can`t stand it when you have gotta be told then you do. Either you don`t do it, or not don`t do it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113185501319127239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113185501319127239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113185501319127239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113185501319127239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/yada.html' title='yada'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113180937567090294</id><published>2005-11-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:34:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imho - in my humble opinion</title><summary type='text'>Insatiable? Or is it you?I look around i see all the happy facesYet when i think back at the end of the dayI just wish i never knewNever knew what happiness isAt least then, i won`t knowWhat it means to not have happinessThis is terrible. Wrong. It`s not on the right track once again. BLAH. So i thought it was. I miss. I want to lead a life without expecting a single thing. Really. Without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113180937567090294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113180937567090294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113180937567090294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113180937567090294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/imho-in-my-humble-opinion.html' title='imho - in my humble opinion'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113180533342945223</id><published>2005-11-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:32:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chicken bag hunt</title><summary type='text'>lalalalla. I waited for grandma to bath finish before getting out of the damn house. I was already too late. So had to cab down la. ~!@#$%^&amp;*() All ahmah`s fault. BLAHHH. Then headed to city hall to meet zh and hanleong. Then headed to suntec for our lecoq bag hunt. YAYY!!! I really think guys are the lousiest creasture on earth. Cos they can`t shop, they`ll be lost in a shopping centre if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113180533342945223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113180533342945223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113180533342945223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113180533342945223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/chicken-bag-hunt.html' title='the chicken bag hunt'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113172303580536206</id><published>2005-11-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:30:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAHHH. I dying. Multimedia fundamental is the most stupid module everrrr. I swear. Waste my bloody time one it!!! Make website using html. -___- Like okay, can i have something that i can learn from scratch. I know my html through blogging already, though noob, but also no need to make me do it as hw right. -____- Like pearly`s project during sem one can. =/ HURHUR. And we went through the whole</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113172303580536206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113172303580536206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113172303580536206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113172303580536206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/blahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113168483528430315</id><published>2005-11-11T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:53:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahahahahaha</title><summary type='text'>"In the Beginning, ARPA created the ARPANET.And the ARPANET was without form and void.And darkness was upon the deep.And the spirit of ARPA moved upon the face of the network and ARPA said, 'Let there be a protocol,' and there was a protocol. And ARPA saw that it was good.And ARPA said, 'Let there be more protocols,' and it was so. And ARPA saw that it was good.And ARPA said, 'Let there be more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113168483528430315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113168483528430315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113168483528430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113168483528430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/wahahahahaha.html' title='wahahahahaha'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113163124219189323</id><published>2005-11-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:00:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self proclaimed holiday</title><summary type='text'>lalala. Couldn`t be bothered to go to school. Cos rendering is cancelled and my only companion for visual literacy is going for a exhibition. I don`t want to be in a place without anyone i know. It suck!!! lalalala. So mr cai wei ji better not quit visli. I know the class is interesting. But nancy suck the fun out. Whatever. So i went off to zh house. We planned to make potato salad. End result. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113163124219189323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113163124219189323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113163124219189323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113163124219189323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/self-proclaimed-holiday.html' title='self proclaimed holiday'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113154654582726612</id><published>2005-11-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:33:19.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school suck</title><summary type='text'>After a week of school, i`m officially worn out. BAHHHH. I`m dehumanised by TPdes. RAWRRRRRR. =/ Met up earlier with the people for the beginning of school talk with mrmoses, the director of TPdes. I love his talk cos he is far more interesting than BIGBIRDLEE!!! Phewww~ but there was no breakfast provided. !@#$%^&amp;*() cheat my feeling. -___- i thought there would be food la. Anyhows, after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113154654582726612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113154654582726612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113154654582726612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113154654582726612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-suck.html' title='school suck'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170972.post-113151573284939777</id><published>2005-11-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:55:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lallala.</title><summary type='text'>WHEE. Today english paper for olvl. I am suppose to be taking the paper. But am too frigging scared of english. SUCKS!!!! I hate failing english!!! If i didn`t fail english, i won`t be in design )): BAHHHH. I so not an art student @#$%^&amp;*() GRRRR. lalalalala. but forget it. I like my elective!!! WHEEEE.Anyhows, i`m still waiting for something happening to happen!!! WHEEEEE~ lalalalalla. What an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113151573284939777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113151573284939777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113151573284939777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113151573284939777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/lallala.html' title='lallala.'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113146496445554423</id><published>2005-11-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:49:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XD</title><summary type='text'>This is gonna be a long entry to. Wait and see. lalalalala. ^^ Anyhows. School has been good. reason being. I love adore kheehuat. LOL!!! Cos he rocks my toes. He allows us to start lesson at a timing we want. lalalala. But i know he want that for his personal benefits too. LOL!!! And he is another slacker please. A lecturer letting us off after a twenty mins talk when he is suppose to teach us. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113146496445554423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113146496445554423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113146496445554423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113146496445554423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/xd.html' title='XD'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113137417004023466</id><published>2005-11-07T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:36:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=DD</title><summary type='text'>lalallaa. Okay. School isn`t as bad as i thought it was gonna be. Ahahaha. =/ i was sulking on the bus when on the way to school. Thinking of all the stupid things that happened last semester and all the assignments. =/ Yeah, when i irritated, i`m bloody pessimistic, i`ll think of all the unhappy stuff to make myself feel worse, even though there are many happy things that happened. Who cares. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113137417004023466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113137417004023466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113137417004023466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113137417004023466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/dd.html' title='=DD'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113128513621633553</id><published>2005-11-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:52:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. Fuck. School is starting in less than 24 hours. Which means i`m suppose to go to school and.... BAHHHHHH. NOOO. I don`t want to. I`ve lost all motivation to go school. I detest the feeling of being forced, and seriously, i`m pretty much being forced to school. Sucks. But well, tomorrow got tommy`s lesson, and also.... Anyhows. where is my motivation? =/lalalala. Tmr marks the start of olvls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113128513621633553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113128513621633553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113128513621633553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113128513621633553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113120477404388668</id><published>2005-11-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:56:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x)))</title><summary type='text'>I`m in a good mood. ^^ HAHAHA XPAnyhows, how do you fucken inflate one`s ego? How!! BAHHH. Whatever. Ass. I can`t be bothered. I manipulate my way through people. Or either tahan. HAHA. Whichever way, i know i`m okay now. Who cares. LOL.Anyway, i don`t see anything wrong in disparaging people whom deserves it. But i`ll be discreet, for happiness sake. ^^lalallala. I see people love to comment on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113120477404388668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113120477404388668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113120477404388668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113120477404388668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/x.html' title='x)))'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113116167529554265</id><published>2005-11-05T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:46:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty?</title><summary type='text'>one wish ;; Love would never end, it would just begin ;;gniyaij says:you make me guiltyone wish ;; Love would never end, it would just begin ;;gniyaij says:more guiltyone wish ;; Love would never end, it would just begin ;;gniyaij says:heavier crimeone wish ;; Love would never end, it would just begin ;;gniyaij says:but nvr mindone wish ;; Love would never end, it would just begin ;;gniyaij says:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113116167529554265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113116167529554265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113116167529554265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113116167529554265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/guilty.html' title='Guilty?'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113111363261166750</id><published>2005-11-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:13:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh</title><summary type='text'>Never go to bugis`s sakae for buffet. I swear they have no food there. GRRRR. No ungai, no my fav fishy, no nothing. BOO!!! But they have nuggets. -____- I love such junk food so i`m okay. But what`s sushi buffet when you don`t eat much sushi. I only ate three plates of sushi. The rest are side orders and cha soba and somen. -_____- Ultimate lameness. Really. And i love the somen, not the cha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113111363261166750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113111363261166750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113111363261166750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113111363261166750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113107156612351420</id><published>2005-11-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:48:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*()</title><summary type='text'>WTF WTF WTF!!! I`ve suffered last term cos of colour. I hate colour cos of the fucking teacherrrrr. And now i still got back her!!!! NANCY!!!! I dowannn!!! HELLOOOOOO!!!!! )): And i think she loves me so much and that i have so much fate with herrrr. *WAILS* WOO BUUUUUUUU YAOOOOOOOOO. She haunt my fridays, now she is gonna haunt my thursday. And she is gonna lecture me on visual literacy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113107156612351420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113107156612351420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113107156612351420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113107156612351420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_04.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*()'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113102796233289651</id><published>2005-11-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:31:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><summary type='text'>EHHHH. Oh my god okay. I tell you all a big fat secret. I hate flirts. BUT, people who have big ego and deem self importance irritate me off worse. LIKE OMG. x______x  And also who always think they are blahblahblah when they are NOT. When seriously they can criticise everybody without opening their eyes. LIKE HELLO!!! Look yourself into the mirror, provided you find one that don`t break easily. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113102796233289651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113102796233289651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113102796233289651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113102796233289651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113102462222300951</id><published>2005-11-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:30:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn`t this so very cute. LOL!!!! I fell in love with this avatar at the very first sight. HAHAHA. -______- where is my human bolsterrr!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113102462222300951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113102462222300951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113102462222300951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113102462222300951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/isnt-this-so-very-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113101937019506185</id><published>2005-11-03T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:02:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><summary type='text'>Dearlord, please do not take away anything that i have now. All my freedom, my closest, my friends and whatever. Don`t take them away. Let me own them forever. Thankyou!! Cos i`ve never felt happier or more alive please. Although life isn`t what you call perfect, i am happy. Really!!! I don`t want a perfect life. I just want to have freedom, friends and nonstop fun. I know this may sound kiddish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113101937019506185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113101937019506185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113101937019506185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113101937019506185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113100021508380198</id><published>2005-11-03T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:49:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)):</title><summary type='text'>lallalala. Life is a bore this few days. BAHHHHH. Whateverrr. I can`t really be bothered already. But i still hope for this holiday to never end. NEVERRRR ENDDDD. Yeah. It was only less than two weeks ago that i said i won`t mind school to start. But now, it`s another issue. HAHS. =_____- Yeah, i know i`m always changing, now slap me. LOL. =P Seriously, the reason i love school and hate school is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113100021508380198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113100021508380198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113100021508380198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113100021508380198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=')):'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113094290180674928</id><published>2005-11-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:53:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN!!!</title><summary type='text'>I was blind, i was dumbBut now,i see the truthit makes me puke-_______-godplease pity meSave me from thisthe nothing i becomeAnd give me the best solutionout of this mess i`ve startBAHHHHH. I hate egoness and people who act great. LOL!!!!Anyhows, that above wasn`t meant to be poetic okay. I swear!!! But somehow it has abit of shakespearea thing in it. NO? Okay fine. NO. -_____-||| I was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113094290180674928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113094290180674928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113094290180674928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113094290180674928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/man.html' title='MAN!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113093999054626453</id><published>2005-11-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:59:50.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking shit</title><summary type='text'>Omg. So fake. Zzz. I`m getting all plastic too. Don`t ask me why. I don`t wanna know why either. So sick please. -_____-I envy. But i no longer yearn. I know i`m never gonna be what i want to be. So what for make myself irritated anyway. LOL. lalalalala. My happiness is controlled by me, so why should i let anyone make me irritated. HAHS. _|_ _|_ _|_ Told ya i have change. Ohwell, i don`t care. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113093999054626453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113093999054626453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113093999054626453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113093999054626453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/fucking-shit.html' title='fucking shit'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113085367007341385</id><published>2005-11-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:49:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>titleless</title><summary type='text'>HEHS. Not that i dowan to learn to love my grandma, she is very irritating when she thinks she`s always right. =/ like this morning incident. But being chiewjiaying, i won this morning battle beeyouteefoollie. =]] bahh. But it gets me irritated having to make sense to someone as headstrong as i am. Zzz. Anyhows, went to orchard a little late to meet sheree. Stood there to wait for her cos she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113085367007341385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113085367007341385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113085367007341385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113085367007341385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/11/titleless.html' title='titleless'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113076775111629952</id><published>2005-10-31T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:03:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><summary type='text'>YAY!!I`m excited. Jaychou`s november chopin is out!!! &gt;.&lt; Anyhows, i was editing the html for the picture above and then the whole chunk i typed is gone. Zzz. -____- I only i was ranting about my grandma being so irritating for nagging me about using the computer when i`m at home. Zzz. LOL. )):I`ve gotta learn to believe. Learn to trust. Learn to be independant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113076775111629952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113076775111629952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113076775111629952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113076775111629952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_113076775111629952.html' title='^^'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113074915916270704</id><published>2005-10-31T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:59:19.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stabs</title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Its funny how i go gaga over korean guys when i swore most of them ain`t handsome. LOL. But well, stairways to the heaven male lead is fucking hot. X))) Serious. Don`t believe me. Go borrow the vcd from any of your friends and then go straight to disc 8. You`ll see how hot he look. The six packs, the face and the entire body. OMG!!! He make the other malelead look ugly. LOL!!! And dangit, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113074915916270704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113074915916270704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113074915916270704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113074915916270704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/stabs.html' title='stabs'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113060528881705726</id><published>2005-10-30T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:01:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it makes me laugh</title><summary type='text'>http://ohronald-wow.blogspot.com says:dun think so muchhttp://ohronald-wow.blogspot.com says:when u sadhttp://ohronald-wow.blogspot.com says:think of me in purplehttp://ohronald-wow.blogspot.com says:u will luffhttp://ohronald-wow.blogspot.com says:lolwhen you are sad. friends are the best remedy. But the irony is, it makes me laugh for the wrong reason. _|_ LOL.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113060528881705726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113060528881705726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113060528881705726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113060528881705726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-makes-me-laugh.html' title='it makes me laugh'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113059049103231748</id><published>2005-10-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:54:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><summary type='text'>Haha. Guess i`ll never be the me again. Will i? I need the happiness back in my life. It`s lost somewhere. It seems far from me. This cold weather isn`t doing me any good either. =/ Zzz. It makes me feel even more depress. Zzz. BAHHHHH. Whateverr. Then again, i always tell people, happiness should be under your control. BAHHH. But it isn`t true. Zzz. WhateverrrAnyhows, went walking around in town</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113059049103231748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113059049103231748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113059049103231748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113059049103231748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113050687422495184</id><published>2005-10-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:06:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEE~</title><summary type='text'>I thought today would suck badly. The start wasn`t good. But it ended with my mood being rather alright though. LOL. &gt;.&lt; till something happened. Zzz. Always. I makes me feel like nothing. Oh well. Nvm. lalallalalala. I`m still happy. I`ll learn to be contented with the tiny stuff ihave. Like jay chou`s posterr. LOL!!!But i was kept entertained by jaychou and the cinemafrenzy game. LOLS. A good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113050687422495184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113050687422495184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113050687422495184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113050687422495184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/wheee.html' title='WHEEE~'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113047771274046333</id><published>2005-10-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:35:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay chou is my bf?</title><summary type='text'>-oahnehz;                   mrNOTlonely ((:              myindescribableloveforyou &lt;3                         -sukixiao//adikus-` says:u love him-oahnehz;                   mrNOTlonely ((:              myindescribableloveforyou &lt;3                         -sukixiao//adikus-` says:u love zh-oahnehz;                   mrNOTlonely ((:              myindescribableloveforyou &lt;3                         </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113047771274046333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113047771274046333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113047771274046333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113047771274046333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/jay-chou-is-my-bf.html' title='Jay chou is my bf?'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113047397406845341</id><published>2005-10-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:32:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)):</title><summary type='text'>lalalala. Two places to go one actually. But now no more. Zzz. Whatever. I hate this. Zzz. Sucks. Never mind. I`ll stay home today. Be good girl. Since i`ve been out since monday. Zzz. But it is friday. Zzz. Whateverrr. =/ Anyhow, i love jaychou please. LOL!!! Go to his forum,  and get his new songs. OMG LA. I like the heisemaoyi. Ask me for the song. But before that hor, i go ask if jaychou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113047397406845341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113047397406845341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113047397406845341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113047397406845341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_28.html' title=')):'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113042680417855903</id><published>2005-10-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:26:44.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget it</title><summary type='text'>I hate the feeling of suffocating with tears, yet you wanna stop them, so you just keep swallowing nothing. Then your fucking throat of all time hurt cos of that. Oh god. Save me. This few months have been so damn fucked up. It`s like i`m breaking down. Back to the before polyopen days. But luckily, this time round, i can share my problem. But i`m tired of turnig to people. I wanna be left alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113042680417855903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113042680417855903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113042680417855903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113042680417855903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/forget-it.html' title='forget it'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113042234209289580</id><published>2005-10-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:12:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I hate those malaysian`s who stay on top of me. They keep banging the floor, making so much noise with the flush system or idon`tknowwhat. All i know is water keep flowing as if no need money like that. Zzz. Malaysians somemore. Zzz. Irritants. -_________- Anyhow. Went to zh`s house. Slacked and did nothing. Zzz. Slept and slept and eat and eat and use the com. Zzz. Oink. lallalala. Oh, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113042234209289580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113042234209289580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113042234209289580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113042234209289580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_27.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113032105715491298</id><published>2005-10-26T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:12:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><summary type='text'>Not a happy day. Zzz. Bt well, it was suppose to be. Zzz. Whatever la. I have no one to blame. No use pointing fingers here, it doesn`t work that way i guess. Zzz. Somehow, i`m still so surprised that i actually shouted. If my gradma wasn`t around, those vulgarities would have been out man. LOL. Zzz. But well, my bad? -shrugAnyhows, went to carrefour to buy lunch before heading to esplande. Sat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113032105715491298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113032105715491298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113032105715491298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113032105715491298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113021219242808111</id><published>2005-10-25T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:53:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday purple</title><summary type='text'>Zzz. I`m awake at 10 plus. Like OMG. LOL!!! Okay. Whatever. Zzz. I`m so so bored now. I`ve got frigging nothing to do. So i`ve resorted to blogging in gibberish. lalallaaLet me start with what i did yesterday. Nothing. I slacked over at zh house doing nothing. He played dota, i see him play dota. He eat, i surf the net. I eat, i feed him. LOL. Zzz. And i love the game on his phone. Q*bert or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113021219242808111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113021219242808111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113021219242808111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113021219242808111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-purple.html' title='Tuesday purple'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-113008002311116955</id><published>2005-10-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:07:03.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasted my weekends</title><summary type='text'>BAHHHHH. i wasted my weekends over in malaysia. Zzz. First stop in m`sia. Berjaya time square. big shopping place. Full of stuff. but nothing for me to buy cos they`re all so ahlianfied. Zzz. All the kind of lacey spaggheti and layered kinda skirt. Zzz. Ten floors of shopping centre and i only buy one denim skirt. Zzz. Then went around walking. Nothing much one. Singapore is really so much better</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/113008002311116955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=113008002311116955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113008002311116955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/113008002311116955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wasted-my-weekends.html' title='I wasted my weekends'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112990191755396826</id><published>2005-10-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:22:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><summary type='text'>Oh. This entry is gonna be very very random and incoherant. But BLAHHH. I do what i like. XPI feel lazy today. Without any reason. I refuse to move. BAHHHH. I`m off to malaysia tomorrow. lalalalala. (^^,) My daddy reserve 200 for me to spend. YAY!!! Which means 400 m`siad. YAYNESS. Wahahaha. BLEAHS. I hate my cough. Zzz. I don`t like to go oversea like that. =/ lalalalla. Ohwell, i hope the m`sia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112990191755396826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112990191755396826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112990191755396826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112990191755396826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay_21.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112982735911402216</id><published>2005-10-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:55:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly, it dawn me</title><summary type='text'>After so many frigging years after being in primary one patient, i realise why i was put into that class. Thats somthing i`m lack of. lalallalaa. Zzzz. I`m beginnig to hate my contradicting character. It`s not bringing me anywhere. =/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112982735911402216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112982735911402216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112982735911402216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112982735911402216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/suddenly-it-dawn-me.html' title='suddenly, it dawn me'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112982107315372270</id><published>2005-10-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:11:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lindsaylohan; over</title><summary type='text'>I watched the walls around me crumbleBut its not like that will build em up againSo here your last change for redemptionSo take it while it lasts because it will endAnd my tears are turning into time I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye[Chorus:]I cant live without youCan't breathe without you I dream about you honestlyTell me that its overBecause the world is spinning and I'm still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112982107315372270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112982107315372270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112982107315372270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112982107315372270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/lindsaylohan-over.html' title='lindsaylohan; over'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112973231358576573</id><published>2005-10-19T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:20:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss PLdays. I dowan go back TP</title><summary type='text'>Day out. ((:Yes. All the picture we took today. YAY!!! (^^,) we just snapped and snapped and snapped. Wahahaha. &gt;.&lt; I love snapping nonstop. lalalalala. And since i was free, i just upload all the pic. YAY!!! HAHA.Anyways. Grandme irritate me. When i wanna go out, she doesn`t wake me up. She wake me up once and if i don`t response, she just goes off. And when i wake up and realise i`m late, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112973231358576573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112973231358576573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112973231358576573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112973231358576573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-pldays-i-dowan-go-back-tp.html' title='i miss PLdays. I dowan go back TP'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112964473782788446</id><published>2005-10-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:12:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally unsound</title><summary type='text'>My world is crumbling back. Nothing new. How great. Oh. I don`t wanna go on ranting anymore. Want a entry, friends, cheer me up first. It isn`t the same. The change; is it me or you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112964473782788446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112964473782788446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112964473782788446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112964473782788446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/mentally-unsound.html' title='Mentally unsound'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112955610958795844</id><published>2005-10-17T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:36:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>traa laaa laaaa</title><summary type='text'>Met michelle at heartland. She was late. !@#$%^&amp;*(). HAHA. Then applied for the cs cashier post but they dowan me. Cos i`m seventeen. Liarr. They exployed my school`s nt butch and not me. )): BAHHHH. Then popularrr`s hope also not high. Cos there are a whole stack of applicants. Zzz. I need a fucking job t kill time laaa. Not to kill time actually, but to get away from my grandma. =/ BLAHHHH. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112955610958795844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112955610958795844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112955610958795844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112955610958795844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/traa-laaa-laaaa.html' title='traa laaa laaaa'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170972.post-112946401869839780</id><published>2005-10-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:00:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding on</title><summary type='text'>Oh. Happy third month anyhow. Hmm. Grandma bought the skII mask for me!!! We are gonna share. Wahahahhaa. So fun!!! But still, she suck cos i haven`t forgiven her about yesterday. But never mind. I`m not a very petty girl. So i shall be nice to her only tomorrow. She better not irritate me today. BLEAHS. !@#$%^*() Anyways, i got my miniature version of the clinique products already. YAY!!! x))))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112946401869839780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112946401869839780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112946401869839780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112946401869839780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/adding-on.html' title='Adding on'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112946364539582544</id><published>2005-10-16T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:38:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be fair</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I`m gonna write this. To be fair to you, I think i should at least tell you the shit i should tell you. But i ain`t giving it all this time. I`ve had my fair share of tears and pain already. I think i`ve had it up to the brim. Figure out what i`m saying. If you don`t understand me, till now, i`ve nothing to say already.I`ve had it here. Sorry if i seem fucking unreasonable, overly sensitive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112946364539582544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112946364539582544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112946364539582544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112946364539582544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-be-fair.html' title='To be fair'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112944806701909365</id><published>2005-10-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:34:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><summary type='text'>Yeah. I am acting all unreasonable and shit again. Oh fuck that. Yes. If i ever tell any of my friend how i spent today. Their reaction answer would be the same. Yeps. But fuck. I just won`t learn will i. HAHS. FUCKING ILLUSIONS. Memories that is eating me iside. Fade away fast. I`m on the verge of another breakdown. I pity my granny. I`m gonna meet her later in town, since she`s already in town.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112944806701909365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112944806701909365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112944806701909365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112944806701909365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_16.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112938909727959354</id><published>2005-10-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:11:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GRANDMA SUCKKKK</title><summary type='text'>ARGHHHH. Yeah. She can be such an angel at time. BUT SHE FUCKING SUCK when she becomes very fucking dependant on me. I HATE IT. She makes me feel so pressured when she can`t survive alone. She makes me feel like slapping her damn face. She always need someone to accompany her. Her lifelessness feeds on all my free time. And it takes me loads of effort to get away from her. DAMNIT. FUCKIT. Think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112938909727959354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112938909727959354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112938909727959354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112938909727959354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-grandma-suckkkk.html' title='MY GRANDMA SUCKKKK'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112934757817063361</id><published>2005-10-15T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:22:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one fine day ((:</title><summary type='text'>OMG. SO FUCKING CUTE RIGHT!!! Now you see the similarity. HAHAHA. Okay. This is random. Anyway, I`m fine already. That`s why i love friends. ((: I guess it all voice down to the confidence and trust. I guess i gotta learn. After hearing something, i guess my case is nothing. I guess i shouldn`t be acting like this. I guess i should be the one who goes around consoling people. I think that i`m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112934757817063361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112934757817063361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112934757817063361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112934757817063361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-fine-day.html' title='one fine day ((:'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112929151119981939</id><published>2005-10-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:54:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For me to know and you to find out</title><summary type='text'>lalalala. Yes. If i tell this to anyone who is concern about me, i reckon they might hit me on the head hard, or not add on fire to this stupid thing i`m feeling. I don`t fucking know. OUH!!! Yesyes. My point is there. I mean, it`s like i don`t wanna find out anything. It isn`t easy for me to trust anyone. And yes, i might trust you this minute, but the very next, i won`t. I hate myself for being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112929151119981939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112929151119981939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112929151119981939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112929151119981939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-me-to-know-and-you-to-find-out.html' title='For me to know and you to find out'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112926236321730017</id><published>2005-10-14T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:01:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz</title><summary type='text'>Back from chalet. I think this is the only chalet whereby we all could have good sleep. HAHA. Cos only 5 pathetic soul stayed over. HURHURRR. BLAHHH. And damnit, i am so scared of bbq food now. HURHUR. Cos i bbq`ed three times in just two days please. *pukes* But jols bbq got stingray.  x))) And yes. Good job man. You all did a wonderful job. *patonback*. HURHURRRR. -______________-||| Fcuking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112926236321730017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112926236321730017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112926236321730017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112926236321730017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112895686244270915</id><published>2005-10-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:07:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><summary type='text'>I went to do my hair treatment and my hair is 100percent much better than just now already. LOL!!! The state it was in was totally pathetic la can. HURHUR, Now at least it looks like hair now. HAHA. Anyhows, this week is gonna be rather fun pack. x)))))i am doubting you. Cos of something i saw. You type similar. And what more. Hrmm. Don`t let me find out. If you want to, keep things under wrap, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112895686244270915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112895686244270915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112895686244270915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112895686244270915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112887862060127042</id><published>2005-10-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:23:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay. rantsrants.</title><summary type='text'>i swear this is gonna fucking pollute my blog. But not that i give a damn anyway. Public blogs are meant to be polluted. Wahahahhaha. &gt;.&lt; Read it with caution. Oh yes, If this reminds you of yourself or someone you know, it is by yes, pure coincidence. ;)lalalalalalala. Yes. Some people loves to publicly say that they fucking recieve alot of stupid fucking unwanted msges from pple they don`t want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112887862060127042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112887862060127042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112887862060127042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112887862060127042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-rantsrants.html' title='okay. rantsrants.'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112887095465244685</id><published>2005-10-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:15:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m a HAPPY HAPPY GIRL!!!!</title><summary type='text'>lalalala. Went to sakura for brunch. YAY!!! Food makes me happy. lalalallala. Daddy is in a good mood too. HAHAHA. So we talk and eat non stop for two hours, twelve to two. HURHURRR. And i reckon nobody will be able to recognise me when i go back to TP. HURHURRRRRRR. Justin say one. :'(( Anyhows, headed down to golden mile. Cos in the morning, i told daddy that i wanna go to KL to buy things. B+I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112887095465244685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112887095465244685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112887095465244685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112887095465244685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-happy-happy-girl.html' title='I`m a HAPPY HAPPY GIRL!!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112878511399029763</id><published>2005-10-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:25:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>covered up</title><summary type='text'>The previous entries, i suppose, i disturbing to many. So i reckon another entry to cover it up would be better. Nonetheless, those opinion still stands. HAHA. Anywhos, yesterday marks the end of my supp paper. I reckon i`d still fucking fail fodev. !@#$%^*() HEHS. Zzzzzz. Anyways, yesterday`s trip to the opposite a1chendol shop was fruitful. I gotta eat my cuttlefish chip. WHEEEEEEEE. And fries.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112878511399029763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112878511399029763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112878511399029763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112878511399029763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/covered-up.html' title='covered up'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112875137525616594</id><published>2005-10-08T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:02:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gag</title><summary type='text'>Oh fuck. Why is the PL lesbian`s getting so disgusting _|_~ DAMNITDAMNIT!!! Where has all the cool and attituded blue batch butches senior gone too. Where has all the green batch cute bbutches senior went to? Where has all the white batch pretty and cool passives seniors went to. Oh god. No more. NO MORE. What is left in PL makes me wanna faint. What is worse, the pretty passive is stuck with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112875137525616594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112875137525616594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112875137525616594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112875137525616594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/gag.html' title='gag'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112866137248967774</id><published>2005-10-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:02:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHHHH</title><summary type='text'>Oh yes. Submission by five. I fucking haven`t dowel nor finish spraying. So fucking dead. But i reckon i can finish it laa. HAHAHA. =/ lallalalalalala. Stay tune to get a peek at my beee-yoou-teee-fool sculpture. ((: Fuck. Dennis and the other lecturer had better pass me. Or drastic action like killing them might happen. HURHUR. =/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112866137248967774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112866137248967774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112866137248967774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112866137248967774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/bahhhh_07.html' title='BAHHHH'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112860444122329570</id><published>2005-10-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:14:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last day!!!</title><summary type='text'>One last day to my supppaper submission. Then i`ll have around four weeks of hols. =]] But damnit, others have around sixweeks plus loh. Zzzzz. I so wanna cry. =[[ anywhos, many people came back and then tadang, my sculpture is further modified into something i don`t even fucking recognise. OMG la. LOL!!! But whatever it is, i hope the fucking paint can dry by tmr or i can prepare to go jump down</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112860444122329570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112860444122329570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112860444122329570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112860444122329570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-last-day.html' title='One last day!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112853401025375444</id><published>2005-10-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:40:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><summary type='text'>I wasn`t in an very articulate mood to blog. But now, after some talk, i am. HURHUR. I think i`m abit fucked up la. Want people to see my point and the agree with me and then tell me mroe stuff to like add on oil to fire then i happy. LOL!!! Oh well, whatever. I am just being very very me today!!! For once. X)))JustIN  [ Neo GENESIS ] says:u sometime can be, siao ting dong, siao char bo, loner, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112853401025375444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112853401025375444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112853401025375444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112853401025375444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112844141769783431</id><published>2005-10-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:56:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><summary type='text'>Oh fuck. How pathetic. I have to resort to blogging private entries to make me have a good night sleep. With my head wanting to just burst out, and me wanting to just scream out. Right, how the fuck can anyone sleep like that. Tell me, who? Zzzzzzzz. I needa life. Friends, where are you? HURHUR. *waves the white flag* Last question for all, especially those who were once my closest friend, do i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112844141769783431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112844141769783431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112844141769783431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112844141769783431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112843795272279214</id><published>2005-10-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:59:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tra la la</title><summary type='text'>A situation could rapidly escalate from a tiny touch of jealousy to a great big dose of all-out resentment -- via one sentence, spoken in the wrong tone at the wrong time. It can't hurt to have someone on your side who's an expert advisor/negotiator. This situation does beg a question, though: How does it feel to be on the other side of the coin? Aren't you usually the peacemaker? Regardless, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112843795272279214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112843795272279214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112843795272279214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112843795272279214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/tra-la-la.html' title='tra la la'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112835411797625001</id><published>2005-10-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:41:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four more days</title><summary type='text'>BLAHBLAH. Four more days to supp paper submission, which means i am free from that day onwards to do whatever fuck i like. Yes!!! I reckon i`ll be rather free since i doubt there`d be any more available jobs around. *sulk* There goes my "makemoney" plan. )):Whatever. I`ve learn to accept it, my plan always never work. BLAHHHH. Same goes for my diet plan. *wails* BAHHHHHHH. Anyway, i think i`ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112835411797625001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112835411797625001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112835411797625001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112835411797625001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/four-more-days.html' title='four more days'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112826268890018571</id><published>2005-10-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:18:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my slipperr</title><summary type='text'>Okay. Woke up pretty late. lalalallala. And dad had already left the house when i woke up. LOL. But who cares. Headed to town in the afternoon. Lunched at tangs before heading off to shop around. lalalalla. Isetan, wisma, taka then PS. BLAHBLAH. I do that weekly. Boring ol` shit. Can`t singapore government build more shopping centres and import everything from japan, hongkong, taiwan and aussie. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112826268890018571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112826268890018571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112826268890018571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112826268890018571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-my-slipperr.html' title='i love my slipperr'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112818136974537075</id><published>2005-10-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:42:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edits</title><summary type='text'>Maybe all this is stupid. I`m just being a stupid kid, always wanting things my way and all. But come to think of it, what i wanted was just happiness. Too much to ask for? Not as if i`m like building my happiness on someone else`s unhapiness or that sort. BAHHHHHHH. I reckon every relationship is about the same. They do meet the ups and downs. It is all about acceptance and all. And like i said,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112818136974537075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112818136974537075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112818136974537075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112818136974537075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/edits_01.html' title='edits'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112817768795263854</id><published>2005-10-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:41:28.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahhhh</title><summary type='text'>Nothing much to update. Life is mundane. It is nothing like months before. It makes me cry thinking about it. I hate to know whats happiness and then not get the kind of happiness after awhile. It makes me cry. It makes me wanna just stay ignorant at times. I don`t know why i`m feeling so crappy now. I don`t know why. I miss the days outside taka. I miss the days whereby you just wanna bring me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112817768795263854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112817768795263854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112817768795263854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112817768795263854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/10/bahhhh.html' title='bahhhh'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112809797344859733</id><published>2005-09-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:32:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*()</title><summary type='text'>BOOOHOOOO. I typed everything and my itchy hand did something and tadang, everything is gone now. BLAHHHH. I swore i was totally speechlessly exasperated. Yes, i know it doesn`t make any snese. Who cares. Nvm. I still don`t want to sleep yet, so i`ll type it all out. Again. =/ Even though i feel that i should get plenty of rest, since my grandma and daddy are sick. I`m like the last one standing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112809797344859733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112809797344859733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112809797344859733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112809797344859733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112809797344859733.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*()'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112805523096376323</id><published>2005-09-30T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:40:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-__________-|||</title><summary type='text'>MAOMAO!!! Why does friendster wanna add in the who viewed your profile thing? I feel that my stupid privacy is stolen away. BAHHHHHHHHHH. =/ Okay, that`s crap. Yet, true, NO? *bites*Anyways, i`m suppose to be going to town now. But i don`t have a single idea about everything. And it is so stupid. =/ And i so wanna scream now cos i am hell bored. What`s worst. Nobody is online. BAHHHHHHH. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112805523096376323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112805523096376323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112805523096376323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112805523096376323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_30.html' title='-__________-|||'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112800945602220515</id><published>2005-09-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:57:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i`m as good as dead</title><summary type='text'>lalallalala. So good so good. I am gonna die soon. _|_ Thanks to the poohbear picture which i put on my dp. Aunty saw it and ask. Where you got it? From your friend house? AHHHHHHHHH. _|_ Considered as dead ah. Dead. Wahahahhaa. LMAO!!! I`m still young and i don`t wanna die in my family`s hand at such a young age. _|_ BAHHHHHHHHHAnyways, i`m back from school. Boring ol` shit. A fuck to it. Really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112800945602220515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112800945602220515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112800945602220515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112800945602220515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-as-good-as-dead.html' title='i`m as good as dead'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112792257088845396</id><published>2005-09-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:49:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)):</title><summary type='text'>Wellwell. Another day at the fuckedup workshop. Seriously, unless i can go out and have fun, even if it means rotting outside taka`s lvl four area, i might just die soon of boredom. *stabs* BOOHOOHOO. I wanna work, i wanna play and i just don`t want the school to start. Cos poly life really doesn`t appeal to me. I miss PL`s life. The afterschool outing at least four times aweek really motivates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112792257088845396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112792257088845396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112792257088845396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112792257088845396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=')):'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112782982762316335</id><published>2005-09-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:12:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring boring Boring</title><summary type='text'>lalalalalla. Back to school again to do my sculpture. I`m hell tired of it. I just hope that i can complete it as soon as possible laaa. Zzzzzzz. I need some life!!! No one know how much you mean to me.No one understand how empty it feels inside when i miss youNo one knows what is going through my brain everytime.Mo one knows what i want.No one can tell me howta make everything right. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112782982762316335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112782982762316335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112782982762316335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112782982762316335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring-boring-boring.html' title='Boring boring Boring'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112774475869045189</id><published>2005-09-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:19:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sing*  happy birthday to me</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I love everyone that remembered my birthday. X))) The msges, the midnight phonecall, the presents and the many promised ones, and the meetsup and promised meetups. LOL. X))))This once again proves my point of something. Rant bout that later on. I`ll go on with what happened today before going on with my personal ranting. ((:Woke up, went down for breakfast with daddy and grandma. Rare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112774475869045189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112774475869045189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112774475869045189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112774475869045189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/sing-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='*sing*  happy birthday to me'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112771634237828603</id><published>2005-09-26T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:32:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalal</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!So, going sch isn`t such a bad choice. BLEAHS, shirin don`t laugh at me anymore. HERHHHHHHHHH~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112771634237828603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112771634237828603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112771634237828603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112771634237828603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/lalalal.html' title='lalalal'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112766061222491648</id><published>2005-09-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:03:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma always make me happy</title><summary type='text'>lalalalla. I love people who make me happy whenever i`m with them. Not many people can make me smile from my heart. Grandm is one of the few. ((: I love her so muchOkies. I got two angpow in the morning. YAY!!! That means i am richerrr. X))) Morning felt great. I don`t know why. Sundays morning always feel good when granny is around. lallalala. Then daddy`s gf made us mashpotato for breakfast. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112766061222491648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112766061222491648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112766061222491648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112766061222491648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/grandma-always-make-me-happy.html' title='grandma always make me happy'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112757555692395285</id><published>2005-09-24T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:25:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things get me thinking</title><summary type='text'>Okay. An update on what i did today before i start ranting about stuff. This is gonna be a fucking long entry. Believe me. LOL. Most do not need to read true everything. HEHS. But nevertheless, i reckon whatever i write is worth the read. NO? LOL. Fine. Met the ahgang over at serangoon. YAY!!! They came out of the train cos mrzeng wanted to take the party world coupon from me. HEHS. Then headed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112757555692395285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112757555692395285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112757555692395285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112757555692395285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-get-me-thinking.html' title='things get me thinking'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112748880372482719</id><published>2005-09-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:20:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang!!!</title><summary type='text'>Anyways, i am so frigging right. Fodev is the only subject i failed. LOL. The rest ain`t good la. Those non`design subjects i did relatively alright la. Like comdi and cretive thinking. At least it was b`s la. LOL. The rest of the subjects are crap. C's and d's. LOL. Whateverrr. My results are total crap. BOOHOO!!! BAHHHHHHHHHH. )): I promise to put in effort next term. I promise to complete my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112748880372482719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112748880372482719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112748880372482719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112748880372482719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/bang.html' title='bang!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112740255864415754</id><published>2005-09-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:22:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sculpture suck!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yes. I fucking hate supp papers. !@#$%^&amp;*(). GRRRRRRRRRR. Fodev simply suck. I reckon it is the only subject that i fail la. Okay, maybe i failed colour too. But fuck colour, it isn`t my core subject. BAHHHHHHHHHHH. GRRRRRRRRR. If i didn`t fail fodev, i would be happily spending my holidays now. *CRIES*Anyways, back to school. Boring. Lee kept talking non stop. I guess he can only rant about this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112740255864415754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112740255864415754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112740255864415754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112740255864415754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/sculpture-suck.html' title='Sculpture suck!!!'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112730985135021676</id><published>2005-09-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:49:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thoughts</title><summary type='text'>lalalallalala. Home now. Was at zh`s house the entire day cos that poor guy is sick. Aww. Poor dearie. Get well soon alright. ILU* mwahmwah.Anyways, i feel like revamping my site soon. lalalalala. Will see to it. Maybe something like my lj skin. Who knows. I know i am tired of this pressing kinda skin. Sian`ed ah. LOL. And it has been eons since i last touched my html stuff. lalalallala.Find a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112730985135021676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112730985135021676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112730985135021676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112730985135021676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/food-for-thoughts.html' title='food for thoughts'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112729344805512114</id><published>2005-09-21T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:31:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PID`ians chalet</title><summary type='text'>Woke up pretty late on the first day of chalet, thinking that i`ll be late. But in the end, i am like he earliest. HURHUR. =/ Idiot pls. LOL. Loitered around hlm, waiting for  zh and all to arrive. They arrived and we went grocery shopping, without buying anything. HURHURRR. Got real bored so we went to the busstop to wait for justin. While waiting for justin, weijie acted cute. HURHUR. Pls do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/feeds/112729344805512114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8170972&amp;postID=112729344805512114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112729344805512114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170972/posts/default/112729344805512114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexplicable-infatuation.blogspot.com/2005/09/pidians-chalet.html' title='PID`ians chalet'/><author><name>ceejayyy</name><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-8170972.post-112705564709276712</id><published>2005-09-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:56:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHHHHHHHHHH</title><summary type='text'>Okies. I think i`ll prolly get nagged by zh if he sees this again. LOL. He has been nagging about me spending too much. BAHHHHHH. It is just in my genes to overspend la. =/ And moreoverrr, i have the excuse to cos it is somewhat near my birthday. And grandma loves spending her money on me. =X And think, what is towning without spending, RIGHT? 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