<?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-1299847507503072627</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:47:06.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS FARGO BEEYOTCH.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3211124973365016318</id><published>2009-06-07T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:20:58.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressurection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You resurrected from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;You came back.&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;I wished you hadn't, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my heart isnt racing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's ice cream never tasted better, 5 cancer sticks in one go satisfied my paranoia sitting beside you.&lt;br /&gt;If i were you, i would have vanished, and never returned.&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly into the walls, thinking on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts cloud my mind, so misty i cant think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;Cos deep inside i know, game over.&lt;br /&gt;Why hold on to something you know you could never get ? Let go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3211124973365016318?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3211124973365016318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3211124973365016318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3211124973365016318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3211124973365016318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ressurection.html' title='Ressurection.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5721324491460716484</id><published>2009-06-04T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:47:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You're a jerk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5721324491460716484?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5721324491460716484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5721324491460716484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5721324491460716484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5721324491460716484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1238249508846649383</id><published>2009-06-03T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:24:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auf Weithersen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Goodbye is a word i never intend to say to a person.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if much love and care was poured in, without a tint of regret.&lt;br /&gt;It happened. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should really start meditating.&lt;br /&gt;These multiple occurances is making me deprived.&lt;br /&gt;Of what i had imagined it'd be like ever since 12.&lt;br /&gt;"oh here it goes again."&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights and nervous breakdowns all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Strike 3.&lt;br /&gt;Fareed is prolly sick of my same ol' shit, but hes hanging in there.&lt;br /&gt;For me, for his BFF. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And from the bottom of my heart, i would like to extend my deepest gratitude towards his never ending encouragement and his own style words of wisdom. =D&lt;br /&gt;"As i was just about to anchor my heart, he pulled back the rope and stabbed it off."&lt;br /&gt;23 gunshots would have not have caught a person dead, but three heartbreaks in a row seems enough.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1238249508846649383?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1238249508846649383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1238249508846649383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1238249508846649383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1238249508846649383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/06/auf-weithersen.html' title='Auf Weithersen.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6124809492481576113</id><published>2009-06-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:31:48.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As you had it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;As you screamed.&lt;br /&gt;As you prayed.&lt;br /&gt;As you longed.&lt;br /&gt;So very badly.&lt;br /&gt;For this thing called affection.&lt;br /&gt;And when it was finally delivered, you felt you have just struck a royal flush.&lt;br /&gt;So very near to impossibility, yet achievable.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time of abandoning.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;Time span between texts grew from hours to days.&lt;br /&gt;What more meet ups.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you;re tired. And broke.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. &lt;br /&gt;Cant push it underground, cos your name is screaming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know im trapped, i want a vacation now.&lt;br /&gt;I wont let you murder me, smother me nor bury me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6124809492481576113?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6124809492481576113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6124809492481576113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6124809492481576113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6124809492481576113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-you-had-it.html' title='As you had it.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-450566039331911418</id><published>2009-05-31T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:52:28.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MeekahRun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Go girl.&lt;br /&gt;Questions left unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not even bothered tryin to answer.&lt;br /&gt;Lay down the honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;How preposterous it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Work is so mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;current=keemy1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/keemy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcam-ed with Keemy yest.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, never fails to make me feel like hot pee.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. He has taken yummy to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;To a level no guy has reached. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, imma bit biased. Smooch me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-450566039331911418?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/450566039331911418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=450566039331911418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/450566039331911418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/450566039331911418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/05/meekahrun.html' title='MeekahRun.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2908700181857570259</id><published>2009-05-25T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:13:16.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White ponies and lavender lilies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I cant seem to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They somehow forgotten how to shut.&lt;br /&gt;My body refuses to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Who inconsiderately kept wandering.&lt;br /&gt;To places, and thoughts that kept my heart beating faster, rejuvenating the fluttering butterflies in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Ive never wanted something so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Will i get away victorious this time ?&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate trophy is worth 120931 times more than an Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, in love indeed i am with my new shoes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2908700181857570259?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2908700181857570259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2908700181857570259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2908700181857570259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2908700181857570259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-ponies-and-lavender-lilies.html' title='White ponies and lavender lilies.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1556155099175038735</id><published>2009-05-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:15:21.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP my dear friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syed Faruk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met in 1998, you were the golden boy in class.&lt;br /&gt;Your skin's so pale, your hair was golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;You were the only malay boy in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, we randomly scored the same marks for our malay papers.&lt;br /&gt;Which unfortunately sparked off a stupid rumour abt us liking each other and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pri sch stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;We had a chance to sit beside each other for a period of time, sandwiched between Kenneth and you was indeed fun.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how you and Kenneth would cover your books during Mental Sums, so i couldnt get a peep.&lt;br /&gt;And when my sister would appear at the corridor, youd be like "EH TOYOL !" cos of her hair, how you would call me Fat Ham...&lt;br /&gt;Having the class gathering in March was so fortunate, and you turning up was a blessing considering you being MIA the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, having to know you in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;May god bless your soul. Amin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1556155099175038735?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1556155099175038735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1556155099175038735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1556155099175038735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1556155099175038735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-my-dear-friend.html' title='RIP my dear friend.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9043039362830701386</id><published>2009-05-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:29:56.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you, im homophobic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Call me whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Anger fills me.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i despise you.&lt;br /&gt;In every way.&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of your body is fuelling the rage in me.&lt;br /&gt;You had no right whatsoever to vent your anger on me.&lt;br /&gt;What sorta good friend scares the shit out of another ?&lt;br /&gt;Am i over-reacting ? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;Spore is taking my bff away this sept.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to get a bf to sorta replace him.&lt;br /&gt;Any takers ? HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9043039362830701386?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9043039362830701386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9043039362830701386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9043039362830701386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9043039362830701386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-im-homophobic.html' title='Fuck you, im homophobic.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4133279170172618845</id><published>2009-04-26T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:37:00.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday wasnt good enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=P25-04-09_2143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P25-04-09_2143.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=blogP25-04-09_214edit7-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/blogP25-04-09_214edit7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=blogP25-04-09_2149edit-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/blogP25-04-09_2149edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped work, hung out with Fareed.&lt;br /&gt;Rode to town, parked, and walked.&lt;br /&gt;Window-shopped, people-watched, starry-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how i got so egg-ed up over where the hot boys are ?&lt;br /&gt;Now im pretty much satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Hot boys do exist here. Middle of the day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an eye-opener, pretty much shows how much im lacking behind.&lt;br /&gt;Im so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ninabu luh. I wanna get the top from FourSkin.&lt;br /&gt;27 bucks only. Its like a jersey top. FUCKING CB NICE AND CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;I need moolah.&lt;br /&gt;After much town-ing, we rode off to East Coast, ate and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome night. =D&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be with Fareed around !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4133279170172618845?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4133279170172618845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4133279170172618845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4133279170172618845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4133279170172618845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-wasnt-good-enough.html' title='Yesterday wasnt good enough.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4334841351008435259</id><published>2009-04-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:01:28.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Seriously, where the fuck are the cute boys?&lt;br /&gt;Cheebai.&lt;br /&gt;Being with a good-looking bunq everyday is not helping much.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Fareed to his bff's pit.&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the ex hotyummysteamy patricians at ? Knn.&lt;br /&gt;Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;Only got Bo, who came with his fuckinghotcbdamnpretty gf. *slaps nehneh*&lt;br /&gt;Im giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start hanging out late at Haji Lane.&lt;br /&gt;I sense a glimpse of hope there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The indie scene hot boys.&lt;br /&gt;Eh sudah.&lt;br /&gt;As ikin would say, "Siallah ema, dorang tgk kau, dorang lari bodoh."&lt;br /&gt;There goes my self-esteem/confidence/pride. Thanks sister.&lt;br /&gt;Thats just what i need.&lt;br /&gt;And I can just kiss Halin goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking need to start taking pictures man.&lt;br /&gt;My album is in need of an update.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr sheesha ! WOOT.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4334841351008435259?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4334841351008435259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4334841351008435259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4334841351008435259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4334841351008435259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/04/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-341095673199399586</id><published>2009-04-05T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:36:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew me up, anytime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=gggg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/gggg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halin.&lt;br /&gt;This guy posseses it all.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe im a bit biased.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, other than him, ive got noone in mind thats worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Worth my effin time.&lt;br /&gt;He'd be the cure to my gayism.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-341095673199399586?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/341095673199399586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=341095673199399586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/341095673199399586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/341095673199399586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/04/chew-me-up-anytime.html' title='Chew me up, anytime.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1350029027120562880</id><published>2009-04-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:55:58.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAKNESS 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Woah chibai.&lt;br /&gt;"Jason would you fuck Emma?" HAHALOL. CB.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what you get when u have Philip as your dear manager.&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm and ill camp myself in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Peeling eggs or just sitting on the kitchen top with my lesbolove, V.&lt;br /&gt;Jason will come in, smiling sheepishly, with Philip in a corner, taking off his pants.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be deep in a conversation with Philip while Jason starts takin off his top.&lt;br /&gt;But fuckinhell, i couldnt help but to fucking look at his bighardmadeofsteelivebeenworkingoutalot body. GAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;People have always asked me what kinda body i like.&lt;br /&gt;Now bitches, i have a living proof to show what ive been describing.&lt;br /&gt;MEATY AND HARD AND LEAN.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, but its sad hes leaving us so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yest was his last, and he HUGGED me goodbye. HAHA. Chew on that Philip ! HAHALOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, i offered to shake his hands, but he chose to hug me instead. Hmm. =)&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be untouched and are better left as savouries.&lt;br /&gt;FOOHH. Tmr pay day baby.&lt;br /&gt;Im in terrible need of a retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly going shopping with my italiano babe and my lesbolve. =D Yay!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1350029027120562880?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1350029027120562880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1350029027120562880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1350029027120562880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1350029027120562880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/04/weakness-20.html' title='WEAKNESS 2.0'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1685241942022087084</id><published>2009-03-26T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:01:44.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful indulgence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Green trees.&lt;br /&gt;Red roses.&lt;br /&gt;A bucketful of blood, sitting by the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel right.&lt;br /&gt;Something is terribly amiss.&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak, agitated.&lt;br /&gt;Im drowsy, but my eyes refuse to shut.&lt;br /&gt;Pls, let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend didnt turn up today. :(&lt;br /&gt;"Sick".&lt;br /&gt;1.8m man reported in today.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome dude, enjoy your stay while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs De Souza. + scandal with V Ban. Cantek.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1685241942022087084?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1685241942022087084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1685241942022087084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1685241942022087084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1685241942022087084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinful-indulgence.html' title='Sinful indulgence.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3379730385761886487</id><published>2009-03-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:24:59.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take my hand, and make me drown in your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yesterday was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;For that good few hours while she was next to me most of the time, i swear on-lookers thought i was a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i mind, of course. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Lying beside her on the bed, talking, making fun of our foreign colleagues, giggling, was amafuckingzing.&lt;br /&gt;She's just so fun. &lt;br /&gt;And its reassuring to know that we could click so well with each other, considering we knew each other for like a mnth ?&lt;br /&gt;Philip's hot cousins were there and i fucking didnt even cared LOL.&lt;br /&gt;V was there tailing me wherever i went and i was like OKAAAY ! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sucha cutie slut she is.&lt;br /&gt;And i even forced her to drink before she was going off.&lt;br /&gt;And being so fair, she flushed almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Her cheeks were red, it was kinda cute lah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Shes like "fuck emma, im red ! I dont wanna get drunk in the bus !" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;F lah, shes a good friend. And thats it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3379730385761886487?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3379730385761886487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3379730385761886487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3379730385761886487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3379730385761886487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-my-hand-and-make-me-drown-in-your.html' title='take my hand, and make me drown in your world.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-711076260837219829</id><published>2009-03-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:42:45.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.A.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Update: Ive not conquered my fear.&lt;br /&gt;Correction. I thought ive conquered mine, but turned out, im still afraid.&lt;br /&gt;My fairytales dont usually last long. &lt;br /&gt;He's gone. Dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was impromptu lol.&lt;br /&gt;Rad had a birthday chalet, and so the 4 of us went.&lt;br /&gt;Food greeted us, kids annoyed us and the 100 bucks cake was delisch ! &lt;br /&gt;Rad's bf didnt make it in the end cos according to Rad, he chickened out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells...next time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i met up with Fareed and Nicholas at Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;Ate and zoomed to CHIJMES Le Barroque.&lt;br /&gt;Met Neek's friends there, fuck they were like 3/4 high already. CB.&lt;br /&gt;The live band was awesomeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;And fucking hell, Sarah bought me a shot with some whip cream shit on it called Blowjob or smtg and i had to fucking take it without the use of hands.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, picture that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun nonetheless. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Girls are fucking crazy especially when they start puking.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-711076260837219829?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/711076260837219829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=711076260837219829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/711076260837219829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/711076260837219829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/soab.html' title='S.O.A.B'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4599501166125759131</id><published>2009-03-05T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:35:31.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night under the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;More like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I fought with Fareed.&lt;br /&gt;With my mom, cos she thinks i spend too much on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;My mood is at its ultimatum.&lt;br /&gt;So low, you wouldnt even wanna Superpoke me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I had my Typhoid jab today.&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Vanessa. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lappys are fun when u have a cam on it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh cmon, you would wanna be seen with her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=Snapshot_20090305_6blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Snapshot_20090305_6blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=Snapshot_20090305_8blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Snapshot_20090305_8blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=Snapshot_20090305BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Snapshot_20090305BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, muttons to midnight really cracked the shit out of me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4599501166125759131?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4599501166125759131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4599501166125759131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4599501166125759131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4599501166125759131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-under-stars.html' title='A night under the stars.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3482021046646675896</id><published>2009-03-04T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:59:51.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster-prone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Im disaster-prone.&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointment-prone.&lt;br /&gt;Just plain fucking unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=Snapshot_200903kkk04_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Snapshot_200903kkk04_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun as hell just now. :)&lt;br /&gt;And hey, no news at all.&lt;br /&gt;Im melting, rapidly fading.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though ive lost something.&lt;br /&gt;Tremendously close to my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3482021046646675896?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3482021046646675896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3482021046646675896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3482021046646675896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3482021046646675896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/disaster-prone.html' title='Disaster-prone'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5173931902134963721</id><published>2009-03-03T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:21:54.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing towards me, girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;When im with him, im thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;I know im heading towards the wrong turn, but hell, you're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Temptations elude my mind whenever im with you.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna go out of my league, and run through the terrain, skin pierced by the thorns, bloody, and make me feel damn good and secure.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away from the norm.&lt;br /&gt;Pain never felt this good.&lt;br /&gt;You're my sip of sin for now.&lt;br /&gt;V, you're simply breath-taking, you make me wanna drown in my puke.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5173931902134963721?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5173931902134963721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5173931902134963721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5173931902134963721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5173931902134963721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-goodbye.html' title='Swing towards me, girl.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9028389307003236704</id><published>2009-03-01T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:14:52.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive found you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Love is about conquering your fear and setting your heart and soul free. To soak in the bliss and warmth of his arms, to know theres someone out there who would do anything for you, who would stand by your side through thick and thin, who would wipe your tears and kiss your eyes and laugh with you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive conquered mine. And i adore you, love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9028389307003236704?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9028389307003236704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9028389307003236704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9028389307003236704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9028389307003236704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-found-you.html' title='Ive found you.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4700168348283959643</id><published>2009-02-28T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:41:26.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was mere bullshit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Having promised me the Flyer, a movie and a boozing session, a day later, you stood me up.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 2 hours not knwing what the fuck was going on could have driven me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were just welling up in my eyes, waiting for that perfect moment to roll down.&lt;br /&gt;After yest night, i think im able to say FUCK YOU right in your face.&lt;br /&gt;Im just not game enough luh okay. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;Ive gotta admit my feelings has evolved into smtg else. &lt;br /&gt;Argh, screw you. Im not gg to punish myself for shitniezzles.&lt;br /&gt;This is so secondary school. Only my feelings are much more fragile now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for work tmr. :))&lt;br /&gt;Its about time to try smtg new. Smtg so new, my momma's gg to be so proud of me im staying a virgin till i get hitched. &lt;br /&gt;It IS possible right ? HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4700168348283959643?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4700168348283959643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4700168348283959643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4700168348283959643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4700168348283959643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-mere-bullshit.html' title='It was mere bullshit.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3003646898063193594</id><published>2009-02-24T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:31:26.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry bomb and candlesticks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;Make room for the prey&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm coming in&lt;br /&gt;With what I wanna say but&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;And I love the pain&lt;br /&gt;A breeding ground for hate but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To handle everyday&lt;br /&gt;Like the one that just past&lt;br /&gt;In the crowds of all the people.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i took that from "Miss you love" by Silverchair.&lt;br /&gt;I got hooked to that song the instant i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what you learn from that song."&lt;br /&gt;Its about love. Durh. Being doubtful, afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes courage. Tons of it.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit i dont wanna fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Not now. Time is just off.&lt;br /&gt;And im in no mood for love.&lt;br /&gt;But you made me wanna fly high with you up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is beautiful, serene and blissful.&lt;br /&gt;"The one that always make you laugh will make you cry most."&lt;br /&gt;That struck me. It sent chills down my spine i swear.&lt;br /&gt;Why must he mention that before anything ?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my vision of tomorrow(LOL) recognised that and rang the sirens in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a warning, bitch. &lt;br /&gt;But ironically, i still want him, i still wanna give him a shot.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck luh. Screw me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3003646898063193594?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3003646898063193594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3003646898063193594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3003646898063193594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3003646898063193594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherry-bomb-and-candlesticks.html' title='Cherry bomb and candlesticks.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-900542694317617981</id><published>2009-02-17T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:21:56.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing the light of your halo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Bliss and doubt entwined.&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know if this is right, but everytime i talk to you i get this feeling. I dont know if you feel the same way. But its something beautiful. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;I was 97% into sleeping, my sister was like EMMAAAA WAKEEE UPPP !&lt;br /&gt;I swear i didnt even hear my message tone ring.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes were just like 0.0&lt;br /&gt;Why this sudden message ? Why why why ?&lt;br /&gt;Its never supposed to turn out this way. &lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what exactly im feeling right now, but i do love talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;God. So wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Fight this temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so weird, everytime i speak to him, my heart jumps all over the place. I have no idea what the fuck that means but yeah. HAHAHA. Its smtg good for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking sacrificed sleep, American Idol and even Man Utd soccer matches just to talk to that skelly. Now you tell me. Worth it or not?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-900542694317617981?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/900542694317617981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=900542694317617981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/900542694317617981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/900542694317617981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/embracing-light-of-your-halo.html' title='Embracing the light of your halo.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4212179590537819776</id><published>2009-02-13T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:18:16.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Valentines trauma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Salad, rojak and to top it off, some keropok.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,applaud. God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, I cant wait for next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Screw tmr. Valentines dont mean nothing. Lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;But but, ive got some plans made just for tmr just so i dont sulk at home, being dateless.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to have a picnic at Sentosa with my friends ! =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, anything to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it will be fun. Ill make sure of it. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Oh cmon, its 938pm, and still no sign.&lt;br /&gt;Its this mixed receptions that annoys the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;One moment "eh i miss your laughter.", the next moment "kau jer boleh layan merepek aku!"&lt;br /&gt;Im like okay. So we ARE BFFs. Oh whatever, gee people need to stop screwing with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'd stay up all the way to 445am just to chat uh. When i know ive got to wake up in 1 hr time for work, its like it didnt matter uh. All that mattered was that i got to talk to him and OMGGG i didnt even care abt eyebags or being drowsy at wrk. WHAT IS THIS SIAL. fucking bull.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, last Saturday was random, unexpected and a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that got me to go with Fareed to the Impromptu thing, id like to thank whatever that thing is.&lt;br /&gt;And thank god i was dressed up luh. Imagine if i werent, Fareed would have pissed in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;"Fareed kau nk sheesha tk ? Alah cam biaser ah, 4 org jer"&lt;br /&gt;HAH KAU. We reached there, only to be greeted by like 14 people ? Bloody hip hoppers.&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo yo. But seriously i underestimated the amount of talent our local hip hop scene could offer. I mean the beats and rhythm down to the lyrics, it was maddd.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually grooving luh. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;And omgz, the DJ was like heating up the whole place. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;That impromptu thing really lived up to its name. Literally.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0173JJJ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0173JJJ.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Impromptu thing with Freaaaky Z.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0193JK.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0193JK.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. muker bodoh.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0194eeeeBLOG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0194eeeeBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muker bodoh no.2&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0179S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0179S.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey fareed, cnfm trok pic ni pat facebook. mau bet pa ? lol. =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4212179590537819776?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4212179590537819776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4212179590537819776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4212179590537819776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4212179590537819776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pre-valentines-trauma.html' title='Pre-Valentines trauma.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7609357708376787760</id><published>2009-02-06T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:54:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit never tasted any better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;61.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky number for today.&lt;br /&gt;At least, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Hunger feels good.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;People are crafty, bitchy and narcassistic.&lt;br /&gt;Over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;Teens in Singapore are just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;And you.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was i thinking sia. Cb luh.&lt;br /&gt;Call it stupidity or desperation to fit in, whatever you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;That small alien has got me sunk into his world.&lt;br /&gt;Boobs or ass ? Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;He's just erm. Full of life, passion and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I guess hes does what he does cos he wanna get noticed, making up for the small size he is ? Lols. &lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, i do think he has self-esteem issues. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA, im not that much of a loser after all.&lt;br /&gt;To think hes like the dopest luh. Cb.&lt;br /&gt;"Girls think im disgusting. Ive got crooked nose. Sweaty palms." Oh fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay like right now, at this moment, i dont think i LIKELIKE him, i just think hes cool. And that i LIKE him as a mutual friend.&lt;br /&gt;i DO look forward to talking to him, only because he excites me. &lt;br /&gt;In a good way, motherbitches.&lt;br /&gt;And HAHA, apparently Ikin saw him in the train just now ! Lol, pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Burn is like HES CUTE IN A COOL SORTA WAY. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Darn. Work;s fun, food's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;No feed through mouth nor anal, piercings are orgasmic and i love my mom ! =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7609357708376787760?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7609357708376787760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7609357708376787760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7609357708376787760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7609357708376787760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/vomit-never-tasted-any-better.html' title='Vomit never tasted any better.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9086171784020930824</id><published>2009-02-03T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:23:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go far, far away from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Im nver gonna be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was full of you.&lt;br /&gt;What ifs. Hows. Whys.&lt;br /&gt;Im crazy. &lt;br /&gt;It was so easy. Why so ?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly cos of my desires.&lt;br /&gt;You're Noah's Arc.&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever knew if it really existed.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i dont know if you're even real.&lt;br /&gt;Amafuckingzing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i realised today that it's abt time i take charge of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ive wasted to much time idling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=taus.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/taus.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Jondayak at 6am.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=taufiq2ed.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/taufiq2ed.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so not his hair please.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9086171784020930824?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9086171784020930824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9086171784020930824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9086171784020930824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9086171784020930824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-far-far-away-from-me.html' title='Go far, far away from me.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7894165205407121028</id><published>2009-02-02T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:54:22.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlarged earlobes anyone ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Hey, its been pretty long since i posted a piece of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been spicy these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, the usual, life doing its thing.&lt;br /&gt;Obriens has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Im broke as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I love the new friends i made.&lt;br /&gt;Esp si dayak who watches anime. =D&lt;br /&gt;Henderson Waves is such an awesome place to go chill at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=a1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/a1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its by far the windiest spot ive been to.&lt;br /&gt;It got so chilly at night, i actually shivered.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, ok maybe not to the extent of shivering, but fuck it was damn cold.&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt like you wanna bad-looking but good-hearted kinda guy?&lt;br /&gt;Who serenades you with his mad guitar skills and beautiful sensual voice...&lt;br /&gt;Whose face reminds you of all the hot guys you know, combined...&lt;br /&gt;Whose ideal date would be kite-flying and blowing bubbles in the swaying breeze...&lt;br /&gt;Whos willing to help you be "cool", instead of demoralizing you...&lt;br /&gt;Who's so influential, you are determined to peirce you lips just so you can stand proud next to him...&lt;br /&gt;I know. He's a dream. A dream that might just turn into a nightmare with one wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuckit, forget it. Ive promised, no more heartaches.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7894165205407121028?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7894165205407121028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7894165205407121028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7894165205407121028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7894165205407121028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/02/enlarged-earlobes-anyone.html' title='Enlarged earlobes anyone ?'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-171254539757295631</id><published>2009-01-06T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:48:39.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Sometimes i wished you would save me.&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up till its over.&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever, i just wanna you to know that im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Noone understood what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;Cos noone knew.&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away if you may.&lt;br /&gt;Why you asked.&lt;br /&gt;I could have died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Cmon SOAB, you could do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Dont lose faith in yourself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-171254539757295631?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/171254539757295631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=171254539757295631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/171254539757295631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/171254539757295631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-me.html' title='Save me.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2269189853934689895</id><published>2009-01-04T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:42:41.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nipple turning and wine fit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;Greatest heart-felt condolences towards Travolta and his family on the demise of thier teen son. :( &lt;br /&gt;It was really shocking, having to tune into CNN and there it was under latest "TRAVOLTA'S 16 YR OLD SON DIES OF SEIZURE"&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of helplessness and "what ifs" starts to set in.&lt;br /&gt;Ive always have this sorta rewind in my head, a prelude to death.&lt;br /&gt;And to taste what death feels like, those final seconds before everything comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks of your entire life ? Bright white light ? Pain ?&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll never know, till your time's up.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i went to sleep yesterday night without his voice ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;No image of him either.&lt;br /&gt;And so i thought confidently to myself, this is it, IVE MOVED ON !&lt;br /&gt;God, i deserve a party for this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, ever since New Years, i stuck my ass to my couch with my laptop on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;My sis starting school tomorrow, job hunting returns tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, 2009 is supposed to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe im just being pessimistic, its only been 4 days into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Relax, the moon is glistening, the sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be good, everything is under control.&lt;br /&gt;Except my god damn nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Cmon cupids, i made a wish at the stroke of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;How long does it usually take for a wish to be granted ?&lt;br /&gt;You jollywell know what i want. =D&lt;br /&gt;Hardy hardy hardy, you're my current soundtrack in my jukehead. &lt;br /&gt;Psssssst, *waves pinky in the air* *blows an air kiss* *winks*&lt;br /&gt;And fuck you, im not crazy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=P03-01-09_1752editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P03-01-09_1752editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIASOPHIASOPHIA&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=P03-01-09_1745editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P03-01-09_1745editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing dress-up!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=P30-12-08_1626editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P30-12-08_1626editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Ahmad Haziq, born on 30th December 2008. Welcome nak, imma teach you how to smoke pot when you turn 12. =D I bet you'll so look up to me. HAHA. Cos im that cool. Oh you bet mothafuckas.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2269189853934689895?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2269189853934689895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2269189853934689895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2269189853934689895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2269189853934689895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/01/nipple-turning-and-wine-fit.html' title='Nipple turning and wine fit.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7364884651125285777</id><published>2009-01-02T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:18:22.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme some love, 2009 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;I am in serious need of love.&lt;br /&gt;Love as in jobs, money, freedom, clothes, license and a hothothot bf.&lt;br /&gt;I know, you might be thinking hah too much.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care. I need to spice up my life.&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been pretty bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, ive made some pretty amazing friends, kissed some delisch lips and went for some really gore-worthy, blood-sucking and throat-slashing dates.&lt;br /&gt;I need some walks by the beach, holding of hands, kissing of palms and staring of eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Ill prolly save them for 2009, theres still 11 mnths to go.&lt;br /&gt;6kgs to lose, extensions to the hair and vavavoom clothes, and im set.&lt;br /&gt;Set for the year, set to make a mark for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of basking in the shadows, giving up before i even try and feeling suicidal after some people-watching at town.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to stop wanting to be someone else, and just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;2009 also means having to let go some of my male BFFs to the national service.&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs sluts, those man-whores would be out sooner than i'd imagined. =D IMY !&lt;br /&gt;What else is there in store for me...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, to erase selected memories of certain people, certain occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Getting tipsy has their consequences obviously.&lt;br /&gt;But one memory id never erase, cos i wouldnt be able to anyways, is locking lips under the moonlight with our drunk friend. HAHA LOL. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I asked Fareed what he liked about himself, and he gave me a dozen of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;When he asked me reciprocately, i was lost for words and i was disgusted with myself for that. &lt;br /&gt;There has got to be something...&lt;br /&gt;Funny ? Nice ?&lt;br /&gt;Two words i truly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;My god, what have i become ?&lt;br /&gt;Im too succumbed in this current tidal wave that has befallen upon me and i am struggling to stay afloat. Really, really struggling.&lt;br /&gt;I need to love myself more, thats for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;When i said i see no point in breathing after what happened between us, someone should have shot me in the guts.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much much much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, i would never let anyone take advantage of me. &lt;br /&gt;Ive been made a fool quite too often in 2008, it made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;People kinda call them sons of bitches ? Familiar with those ?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start anew, with everything.&lt;br /&gt;Its about time mothafuckas. Lick my sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve at Azzucar with what i treasure most in the world, the thunderbolts, electric pulses that keep me alive. FRIENDS! =D &lt;br /&gt;Peektures after the jump.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0132ediited.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0132ediited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who shines.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0127editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0127editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves come as a pack.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=n789339163_1231297_3586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/n789339163_1231297_3586.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls just wanna have fun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=n789339163_1231298_380ediited5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/n789339163_1231298_380ediited5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends till 40.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0124editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0124editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN0125editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0125editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year bitches. Be merry, dont fret. Not even at the slightest thing. =D Ily!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7364884651125285777?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7364884651125285777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7364884651125285777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7364884651125285777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7364884651125285777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2009/01/gimme-some-love-2009.html' title='Gimme some love, 2009 !'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6611796176943458425</id><published>2008-12-29T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:14:52.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhuman, fucked really hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not a bird, not a plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its my heart, and its going gone away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My only weakness is you, only reason is you, every minute with you i feel like i can do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time i hear this part, flashbacks to those period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regrets and lust entwined together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like it matters now, *grits teeth*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job-hunt with my cousin was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Often misjudged, my heart would always go soft for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe cos i love her mother alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i felt like it is my duty and responsibilty to love and care for her like how her mother would if she were still living today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Noi. Always. And im here whenever, for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh we went Tanglin Mall for one of my interviews, and what a surprise !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was snowing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fake snow, like how everywhere else is fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living it up to its reputation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After job hunting, Noi waited for her BFF to finish work and so i zoomed off with Fareed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rode to City Hall, sat in the drizzle, puffed and talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual. Whats new aye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bitches, whats your new year resolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me, im entering the 20s zone, which is bittersweet for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a full grown adult now, i wanna lose weight, find an Edward/Landon and get a stable job by 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ultimate wish is for my mum to fully recover. Insyallah. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peektures after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P26-12-08_2011JPGblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P26-12-08_2011JPGblog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P26-12-08_1956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P26-12-08_1956.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told ya it was snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P26-12-08_193501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P26-12-08_193501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jubilant kids and their first time with fake snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye now, ill see you in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6611796176943458425?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6611796176943458425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6611796176943458425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6611796176943458425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6611796176943458425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/superhuman-fucked-really-hard.html' title='Superhuman, fucked really hard.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1063242158125993630</id><published>2008-12-23T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:13:07.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry merry holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P23-12-08_1915.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P23-12-08_1915.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy xmas sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Town is packed like a damn tin of sardine just like years before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only this time, people are more stylish, presents costlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The atmosphere was pretty decent, considering i dont celebrate Xmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its kinda hard for me to embrace the Xmas spirit, its too merry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, that doesnt really make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know whether i should head down to Home in Xmas for d parteh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds fun, the code thats going on and shiz, but idk yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh i was on a job hunt just now with Fareed. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for coming down and sharing the paisey-ness with me best buddyforshizzle. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mum was really sweet, she texted"Are u along searching for a job ? My baby, ma really sad see you struggling to get a job ! I will pray for you okay. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That just made my day, just to knw she cares as much as i do for her, it just proves a mum's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These few days, ive been really emotional coming to terms with her condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thank god shes getting better, and a day that comes along, i just feel blessed to have her around, staying strong for me. And my sis that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, and god knows how much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1063242158125993630?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1063242158125993630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1063242158125993630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1063242158125993630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1063242158125993630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-holidays.html' title='Merry merry holidays.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9111877305857122655</id><published>2008-12-22T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:32:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke in various.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so broke, financially and emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday wasnt too keen on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from the random kbox session and night safari trail along Geylang, everything else was shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, Nabil's sister wedding was like a trip down TKGS seniors lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw a couple of my seniors there, all dressed up, looking matured and smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I-just-graduated-from-NUS-beat-that-motherfuckers-and-i-have-a-damn-future unlike the rest of you. Gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After, we were just discussing of how to spend the rest of the day, and so Man suggested karaoke. Oh how fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering how the boys conquered the 2 mics, fuck i wasted my 4 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As 2 hours of screaming and out-of-tune singings, we headed out to Geylang lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand in hand, with the boys guarding Syaz and me, we strolled down the infamous lorongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were flabbergasted by the sights we had to endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay maybe some of the girls were really hot, but thats not the point here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just by looking at their faces, I cant help but to wonder what these girls were thinking standing there in a bra and a micro mini. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, some of the guys were groped and punched in the tummy. LOL Faris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But like yeah, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, called Kkay, Ray and Ayu, were supposed to go clubbing but Kay had no moolah, so  we planned to go chill at Ray's place instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 midnight, Kay, me and Syaz were sitting at Simei Mrt, waiting for that 1 call from Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not, he didnt call nor pick up any of our calls till like 1.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we were stranded, with nowhere to go, it was like the worst ton ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of the night was like spent with strangers =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pics after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0079JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/DSCN0079JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D wedding. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P20-12-08_2115JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P20-12-08_2115JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, thats Haikal singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P20-12-08_2119JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P20-12-08_2119JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P20-12-08_2117JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P20-12-08_2117JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again. Only with Boon Chai at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P20-12-08_1956JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P20-12-08_1956JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rizal ohlala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P21-12-08_0521JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P21-12-08_0521JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Kkay at 520am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P17-12-08_1351JPGeditted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/P17-12-08_1351JPGeditted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh me and my baby Sophia. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and i just wanna add, i wish the best to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been a turd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9111877305857122655?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9111877305857122655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9111877305857122655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9111877305857122655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9111877305857122655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/broke-in-various.html' title='Broke in various.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4542211479843201286</id><published>2008-12-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:10:11.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks that turned into magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is supposed to be magical, as potrayed in some movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But is there really such a thing ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive just finished watching A Walk to Remember, and it killed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fucking cried at 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then i was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, Shane West would have made a hotter Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twilight, then this movie, wtf man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It actually made me repel towards love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i know such love doesnt really exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe im wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay maybe im a bit biased. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant help it can i ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute actors sealed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howww to find angelic romantic good-looking guys in Spore ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One could only hope for such love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4542211479843201286?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4542211479843201286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4542211479843201286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4542211479843201286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4542211479843201286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sparks-that-turned-into-magic.html' title='Sparks that turned into magic.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1731824091882857851</id><published>2008-12-10T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:02:09.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt fats, melt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P10-12-08_1531.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P10-12-08_1531.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to SIA clubhouse just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With them little brats, Hilmi and Hilda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare say im pretty satisfied with my workout. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All hail treadmills and whatever those machines are called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am supposed to meet Ami just now. Damn him for losing his cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called his house just to hear his mum yell "Dier belom baleeeekkk! Satu hari tak balek !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chill ah makcik. Gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2am now, 5 hours of sleep has made me woozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get online bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entertain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swagga like us is so awesome, its on repeat on Itunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1731824091882857851?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1731824091882857851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1731824091882857851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1731824091882857851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1731824091882857851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/melt-fats-melt.html' title='Melt fats, melt.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5241556743221007173</id><published>2008-12-06T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:21:39.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all kinds of means and forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not liking what im going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one single bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My voice wavers whenever i speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes hurt from the sleepless nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive looked forward to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like how a girl would look forward to blowing a candle on her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at the concentration of pure joy and estaticsm potrayed by that kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her grin, her hands clapping and all those screams of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how loved she must have felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, good things come in small packages, in small doses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its meant for you to savour while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to give u a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing you sad fucked me up, a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is that ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is that i care for you so much ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I yelled to myself to stop all this bullshit which i know im causing it to my ownself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im scarring my own heart, with my own hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were never to blame, i took it too far, i was in too deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because i was never used to all these, joy rides and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Initially, i was pretty damn sure i could suppress all these when i decided to pull you closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i was fucked right in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare say i couldnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a force so strong, you swept me right off my feet but failed to bring me back to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats exactly how i feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny thing is that, im fully aware of your current status, Syaz's advice and even im friends with your **.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my heart still wouldnt be content in just going back to what we are supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should start changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos this is getting ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well pictures after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/edit-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sean Faris da PIMP. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P06-12-08_1211JPGblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P06-12-08_1211JPGblog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faggots.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P06-12-08_121801JPGblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P06-12-08_121801JPGblog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowles and Ems =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P06-12-08_2001JPGblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P06-12-08_2001JPGblog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam faham. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5241556743221007173?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5241556743221007173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5241556743221007173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5241556743221007173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5241556743221007173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/karma.html' title='Karma.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-632801242132168402</id><published>2008-12-02T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:38:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anesthesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There isnt a day that passes without you bursting my brain cells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everytime i look at that full length mirror, that crave just builds up even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each time i look back, regret just fills up the air spaces between my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every night, i lift up my hands and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fareed is willing to be my PI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i thought was brilliant considering i need hard evidence to finally have a chance to fuck him off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not making the kids nor wife happy, so tell me whats his purpose in this house again ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pay the bills ? Even i can manage that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-632801242132168402?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/632801242132168402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=632801242132168402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/632801242132168402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/632801242132168402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/12/anesthesia.html' title='Anesthesia'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3239043336611928981</id><published>2008-11-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:10:34.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the reason why im thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were my sinful indulgence, and each time i get to savour it, i want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What i need right now is a tub of Ben&amp;amp;Jerrys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like what i saw yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tina was right, it killed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart squealed out of pain, in utter silence for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt confess to anyone because its wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im fully aware that my actions/feelings are my mistakes caused by my sub-concious mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wished this sinful double-choc caramel fudge would just leave me, for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before it gets out of hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3239043336611928981?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3239043336611928981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3239043336611928981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3239043336611928981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3239043336611928981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6642982613979986827</id><published>2008-11-23T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T02:49:12.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of cherry chopstick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just what did i get myself into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Ewan yest, after a mnth or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It went so horribly wrong, i felt betrayed by my ownself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I allowed myself to indulge into his potrayal of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i was backfired. It was worse than watching Cast Away on a saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes my precious Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Fareed, but he had other plans past midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; oh DILFS who sell Nike shoes are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has been pretty gloomy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a getaway. From everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no intentions of running away from the problems im facing now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A break from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home home home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme ask a normal teenager, whos pretty damn happy with her parents, what its like to go home or stay home the whole day ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i can bet the answer would be "Oh pretty darn normal, i have my own room, i play the net like the whole day...my parents would just mind their own business."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes i do wish my dad would just let me be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean i know those skeletons in his damn closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just sick. Sick to my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel trapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My perogative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im turning 21 next year for fucks sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; oh Djamel is omghot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6642982613979986827?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6642982613979986827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6642982613979986827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6642982613979986827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6642982613979986827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/11/taste-of-cherry-chopstick.html' title='Taste of cherry chopstick.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4726768825851263318</id><published>2008-11-17T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:50:51.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can touch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things i keep hidden within these aeortas of my tar-ish heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just afraid of the consequences once i let them dogs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There's only 1 thing 2 do, 3 words 4 you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like seriously i should stop having unhealthy infactuations. It kills me whenever i have these unhealthy bugs infecting me. It caused me to have sleepless nights, butterflies in my tummy and uncontrollable depressions whenever hes not there for my eyes to savour. Im sorry to whoever that i ignored, screamed at and cursed. Cant help it bitches, imma slut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like for example, I like this guy ive met at work at the mo. Hes not handsome nor smart. But i have like a serious major crush on him. Why ? Cos he seems FUN. Ive discovered something im not so proud of myself. Im into fun now. Which is so wrong. Maybe im going through some metamorphosis or smtg. Cos this is not who i used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever we are having right now, even if its a transparent knot tied in between our genitals, im loving it. Cos i simply adore you. As simple as that. I know i cant meet you as often as i would love, those sweetcherry olives memories keeps me going. Oh fun-o-fun, please come again. Except now, without strangers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4726768825851263318?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4726768825851263318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4726768825851263318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4726768825851263318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4726768825851263318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sober.html' title='Sober.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-557662189192565561</id><published>2008-11-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:36:31.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma stay for a little while longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's been crazy lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busted my feet at Zouk, ambulance came, and god you dont even wanna know the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But other than that, its the love dept that has been shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda realised i get bored easily, which is pretty damn bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i kissed him gdbye and wished him the best of luck in his damn future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cursed for awhile, but its all gd in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like i give a flying fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, hmm i love doing unpredictable things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall not go into details, but the rush is addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes i thank whoever created the idea of "whatever happens there, stays there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets just say i need that kinda thinking once in awhile now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-557662189192565561?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/557662189192565561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=557662189192565561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/557662189192565561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/557662189192565561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/11/imma-stay-for-little-while-longer.html' title='Imma stay for a little while longer.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8518009958172970045</id><published>2008-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:31:41.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Id wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again, maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It irritates the shit out of me whenver i think about wht you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, im not going to let that dampen my spirits nor affect the nature of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hari Raya was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got to meet up all my beautiful and hothot cousins of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As years pass, our ages go higher and i must say, so do the prices of them baju kurongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mine and my cousin's cost a total of 1000 plus already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, but its worth it, both are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The remarkable day was filled with laughter, food binging, endless phototaking and of course moneychianmoola. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All them kuih and dishes sure didnt help with my weight issue. BAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, on a lighter note, here are the pics after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_427765005lblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/1_427765005lblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_995657877lblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/1_995657877lblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9378bloh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9378bloh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9396blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9396blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P01-10-08_2303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="467" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P01-10-08_2303.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9353blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9353blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well thats about all that im willing to share. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest are kinda private cos they are either ugly or too prasan-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8518009958172970045?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8518009958172970045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8518009958172970045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8518009958172970045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8518009958172970045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexy-girls.html' title='Sexy girls.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5362000928965626125</id><published>2008-09-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:11:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted from my brain space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Officially, im singular, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an awfully silly, childish and awkward bitter argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started off yesterday, and it dragged till today, cos i couldnt resist giving that much-needed-maturity boy a piece of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i dont wanna come off as mean, but hell, i think half the smses i sent were not comprehended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving along the express train...to nowhere, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, at least im smiling, goddamnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a day away from Hari Raya, and its bittersweet for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait to meet all the tremendously missed cousins and aunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course not forgetting those whom has passed on to be with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will always forever remain in my heart and those sweetcherry memories shall live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be quite honest, im abit dumbfounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant really think sanely right now, apart from the tiny cracks on the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall head on to Nippon Paint and get those paint that could cover hairline cracks and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laugh with me, damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those whose wise enough to tell me to get on with my yayahood, thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means alot to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its back to unplanned car trips to parks and doodling on random chests. Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going to rock my yayahood and you told me to prove it to you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monseuir, i am. You just have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously if i were to tell anyone about you, they'd laugh at my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Emma, mtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant tolerate that, hell no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got a golden pusseh to take care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, having said that, i feel so so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5362000928965626125?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5362000928965626125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5362000928965626125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5362000928965626125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5362000928965626125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/deleted-from-my-brain-space.html' title='Deleted from my brain space.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4575823436681415005</id><published>2008-09-28T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:13:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set me free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOAB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, feels good to finally execute a little retail therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Badly needed, considering the last one was like a month ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand in hand with sis and mom, us trio ran to Tampines Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought clothes for the little Hilman and myself DUH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to buy this flowery dress from MNG, but fuck its like 90SGD, and mom said it looks as if the colours ran out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So im like alright fuckkit, lets go somewhere esle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came across these super cute tops and dresses at Miss Emily which are to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i bought a dress and a top which set me back like a 100bucks, but its worth it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, i need hair extensions. Its either that or im chopping off like a half length of my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously dont know what else to do with it, it sucks so bad. Yes. thaaat bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, Murgs pahtee yest was funfunfun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yesyesyes, finally i met up with my boys !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did things which i totally didnt expect at all. LOLs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells, like they say, you tend to get carried away whenever theres booze and great friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohfuckyou Murg, you lost so much weight ! Look so ravishing now lols. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4575823436681415005?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4575823436681415005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4575823436681415005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4575823436681415005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4575823436681415005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/set-me-free.html' title='Set me free.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1902910981314191877</id><published>2008-09-24T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:26:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts fills the air space in my brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im really starting to question my doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom triggered it. Damn, thank you mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed home the whole day with the beloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was telling me the yays and nays of relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was quite taken aback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here i am, thinking that i might just have found the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, thats fucking dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, hes just one of those rides at the amusement parks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos on the other hand, i dont really think he, as a 20 yr old, is serious about this anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no loss here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do like him, but not in that way like like-like, you know. LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im meeting my girls tmr for buker. Thats gonna me a breath of fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a breather in my freaking life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mundane damn it, its been so mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRACE TRACE TRACE &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;55 by the end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 for me and 5 for you Mr Md Fareed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOT. Cant wait lah seyy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1902910981314191877?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1902910981314191877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1902910981314191877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1902910981314191877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1902910981314191877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/doubts-fills-air-space-in-my-brain.html' title='Doubts fills the air space in my brain.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6339578021128778502</id><published>2008-09-22T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:00:40.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gimme the green light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so ready to go right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last saturday was a big lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of us broke, he got pissed cos of my indecisiveness, and i got mad at him for getting pissed at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, after breaking fast at Macs, we decided to walk all the way to Dhoby from CtHall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We caught 'Mirrors' at The Cathay. It was quite shitty to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so obvious he got bored with the plot, and i got pretty sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We barely touched the popcorn, but due to our insatiable thirst, we finished the large-sized F&amp;amp;N Grape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, fucking hell my nose was having a freaking party in the cinema i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt stop sneezing and he couldnt stop fidgeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, it was so irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By far, the worst cinema experience ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His bald head feels like freshly shaven satin cloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just freaking imagine that lah okay, be creative people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IMYYYALREADYWTFREALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh btw, my boob surgery went prettay smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im fine. Just that it still hurt a weeny bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG GEES, i had a prettay wild wild wet dream last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh shut up Hema. IMYWOMAN. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You;d better turn up at Murg's bash this Sat plsplspls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I terribly miss our thrashy midnight dose of horny chats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6339578021128778502?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6339578021128778502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6339578021128778502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6339578021128778502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6339578021128778502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-light.html' title='Green light.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2772474972176637842</id><published>2008-09-17T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:25:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going for a mini surgery tomorrow, and im pretty skeptical about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont ask my why, cos im just going to answer "its a girls thing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dont bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched Oprah's Big Give on tv the other night, and i cried thrice in an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Human beings are amazing and truly diversed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone could be so gold-hearted and angelic in her spirits, and the person standing next to her could be so heartless and torturous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite honestly, i dont know which category imma fall under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fuck, obviously i dont have a heart of some murderer lah okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh inpromtu movies are so bloody fun imma do it every weekend and pretend we didnt even plan it at all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it burns a hole in my pocket everytime i pay for it. OMGZ its like 10 bucks per tix ! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh muddCD, you're missed and i cant wait for Saturday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me well, people of hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its always nice to know you mean alot to a certain someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes life worth living, makes me smile at everyone, even to the ahpek crossing the road now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2772474972176637842?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2772474972176637842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2772474972176637842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2772474972176637842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2772474972176637842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4623535729556817879</id><published>2008-09-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:58:34.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer drugs, designer friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night Safari with him was enlightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pussycats in the dark never fails to captivate me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures during the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh dont mind the quality, my camera's having a bitch fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9171editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9171editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9165edtted-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9165edtted-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9166editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9166editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9167editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/DSCN9167editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P07-09-08_1404editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P07-09-08_1404editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's bald now, and soon, he'll be battling fires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So people, if ur house or whatever that might just catch fire, dont hesitate to call 995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll be running in those hot fireman uniform and you can just orgasm, watching them sacrificing their lives, holding on to that water hose tight, shooting water at all the right places. HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O lala. I'll miss him fo sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buker just now sucked though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just found out one of my blind side traits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a very,very, very jealous girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh girls, be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4623535729556817879?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4623535729556817879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4623535729556817879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4623535729556817879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4623535729556817879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/09/designer-drugs-designer-friends.html' title='Designer drugs, designer friends.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8404485775577768634</id><published>2008-08-31T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:12:11.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not in love anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, im happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive just saved myself from future heartaches and scars on wrists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh barack obama, you should be so pleased with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be proud of me, mama of sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you monseuir, deserves a better girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hotter, much much hotter, and hotter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope she turns out to be a hot sonofabitch who would eat you alive.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be, ill try my best to smile for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive done my part, now its time you do yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8404485775577768634?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8404485775577768634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8404485775577768634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8404485775577768634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8404485775577768634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8319146703015756559</id><published>2008-08-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:22:08.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of rotting cherry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a bad, bad, fuckingly bad joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certainly i didnt think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, he benefitted from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOAB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i dont even know what to do anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At sucha tender age of 20, real love seems fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should just carry on having fun, and keep him at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything i need to know is pretty much laid out for me, its now up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A part of me is crushed, a part of me still holds on to that lit candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pretty much realised Ive been a bit stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But imma be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is just a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lets promise ourselves to be single okay ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agent Sophie Neveu, please decipher that for me ? 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8319146703015756559?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8319146703015756559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8319146703015756559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8319146703015756559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8319146703015756559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/smell-of-rotting-cherry.html' title='The smell of rotting cherry.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3192625498472847776</id><published>2008-08-24T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:07:32.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Vivo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P23-08-08_20452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P23-08-08_20452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturdays are always good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most awesome day of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, it was a bit different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually it'll be spent with Syaz&amp;amp;co, but this week i went for the quieter getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Vivo it was. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner, Zara and Mini Toons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was pouring so bad, but getting drenched didnt even get to me a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He made it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But phuck, im sick now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3192625498472847776?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3192625498472847776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3192625498472847776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3192625498472847776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3192625498472847776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vivo.html' title='Viva la Vivo.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7393813390239374104</id><published>2008-08-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:11:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder across my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P22-08-08_194701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P22-08-08_194701.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's always hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never orders his own food at fast food chains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random squeaks. The way he screams to screamo songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, even if the lyrics dont match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes was the soundtrack of my summer, unlike any other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, so bring on the rain baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got fucked at the feet just now at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy fuck the fucking pallet jack scraped the behind of my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pain, it felt like someone stabbed my sole, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It freaking diffused through my whole body, and when it reached my brain, i kinda went nauseous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i cannot cannot cannot stand the sight of blood nor wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was tearing so bad, i felt so embarassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just scared of pain lah okay. It hurts a fuckload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant even take a bath like a sane bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, life as a crippled is hard sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7393813390239374104?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7393813390239374104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7393813390239374104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7393813390239374104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7393813390239374104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/thunder-across-my-heart.html' title='Thunder across my heart.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1692406603908035970</id><published>2008-08-19T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:14:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i just give up ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner 6 hours ago was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That picture of us is so magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just so happen im your biggest fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you is as sweet as cherrypie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma dance and drink in your studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll follow you. Wherever. Whenever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you dont do those stuffs, twat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww, you're mah loosah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still havent submitted the form for the grad ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due in like fucking 2 days. And ive got work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's like at the other end of Sg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother of hell, i wanna skip work tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its killing the last thread of tolerance i have towards boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so need a pump of PABAVOOMBAMBAM in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now. Cmon. Dont be shy, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1692406603908035970?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1692406603908035970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1692406603908035970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1692406603908035970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1692406603908035970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/paparazzi.html' title='Paparazzi.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-221143495996730378</id><published>2008-08-18T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:20:06.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love shits in your face sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is truly, truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can fucking turn its prosterior in your face and blasts a loud stinking fart in your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you can do is to stop inhaling and curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its still early, but already i can feel im stopping myself from inhaling a couple of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can someone please tell me how you tell if the guy is really in love with you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, im so having a major crush on some girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like how i felt back in those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes super cute, adorable, funny and cute. And cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i just mention cute 3 times ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, guess i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, if only. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime i look at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes me higher than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-221143495996730378?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/221143495996730378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=221143495996730378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/221143495996730378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/221143495996730378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-shits-in-your-face-sometimes.html' title='Love shits in your face sometimes.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6427307968199489539</id><published>2008-08-14T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:15:18.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild and pumping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been hanging out with sis's brady bunch pretty much lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Practically every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It kinda boils down to the ultimate reason why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEY ARE THE SHIT YA'LL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny as hell they can fucking amuse 37 people at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just know how to have fun, maybe thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need people like them. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering i didnt have a chance to be in a mixed secondary school, having crazy-ass kick-ass boys like them in my class, bending all possible existent rules, proving that they can get away with anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, most of the time, these boys sure know how to get away with fucked-up shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zagazaa, i love them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work just makes me sigh. Alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not for SkinnyS, i wouldnt even survive one whole day there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The drivers are totally getting on my last sensor nerve, Brahim is fucking annoying (in a serious way), Chinaman made me cry, and my job, is making me braindead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not for the pay, i would have planned my great escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The insults have become intolerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hahaha, I have no shame in showing a chain of my thoughts sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They deserve it. Fucking sons of sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SkinnyS, you make me mad at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like being clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not fun at ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random peektures from the recent jumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P09-08-08_191601.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P09-08-08_191601.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P09-08-08_191501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P09-08-08_191501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P09-08-08_1917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P09-08-08_1917.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P02-08-08_2230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P02-08-08_2230.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P26-07-08_211401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P26-07-08_211401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syaz, if not for my sister we would've not met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fate babe, fate. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6427307968199489539?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6427307968199489539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6427307968199489539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6427307968199489539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6427307968199489539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/wild-and-pumping.html' title='Wild and pumping.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1628427605265212238</id><published>2008-08-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:24:01.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like rolex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P04-08-08_1644.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="291" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/bra_ttzie/P04-08-08_1644.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your baggy jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your skinny bod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your pure bliss mini goatee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just sitting next to you pops goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a new chapter ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are going on a ride of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fasten your seatbelts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1628427605265212238?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1628427605265212238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1628427605265212238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1628427605265212238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1628427605265212238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-like-rolex.html' title='Just like rolex.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8755786448356615479</id><published>2008-07-31T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:19:13.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there new guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so i find the new guy at work really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skinny, tall and he has pretty decent features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baddaaa badddaaa tatttamm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fights at work are lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Sheng Controller VS Ah Pek security guard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, the security guard is damn irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every morning, before he gives me the pass, he'll say this exact sentence with the fucking grin on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"(while giggling)Girrrrl, sorry ahh, i have to look at you from head to toe now, especially your shoes, if not kena scold later by the manager..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG I GET IT YOU CHIBAI AHPEK. &lt;em&gt;nabei teng&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is really no need for you to repeat every fucking morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope just now's problem can get him sacked or at least transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know sometimes when someone you like/really like as a friend kinda say things that really corrodes your heart, you kinda like instantly shuts off, then run to the nearest toilet and think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about whatever he said and analyse to what level of truth his judgement is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or simply whether he really means it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then when both of you are alone, you kinda ask him about it, he'll be like "Can u stop taking things to heart ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, just to let you know, how is that ever possible when i think the world of you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 years of living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to 8731 more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; to all of you who took the time and effort to wish me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all the love that this corrupted world has to offer be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you guys. Really i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special thanks to Fee for singing the birthday song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was like the sweetest wish lah. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; fareed thanks for the Dark Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG DARK KNIGHT IS BY FAR THE RADDEST MOVIE IVE EVER WATCHED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8755786448356615479?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8755786448356615479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8755786448356615479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8755786448356615479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8755786448356615479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there-new-guy.html' title='Hello there new guy.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4553215637331676067</id><published>2008-07-29T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:09:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, im really over birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im turning 20, like so fucking what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, of course im grateful towards God for the life that He has given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulilah. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What im saying is that, ive yet to embark on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel sick whenever i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all you suckas out there, you can suck on your cat's tits for all i care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, ive realised im addicted to 18+ yr olds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are so much more fun than you expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like cherry coated heart-shaped candies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im kinda sick of losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you;re a loser, imma just say it to your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mtfz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4553215637331676067?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553215637331676067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4553215637331676067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4553215637331676067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4553215637331676067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-time-for-regrets.html' title='No time for regrets.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8578963075480784828</id><published>2008-07-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:52:59.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in hell, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why oh why do you guys love letting me go through this ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It aches. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh btw, its really not that fun after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It actually feels oh so dirrty.&lt;br /&gt;And to conclude everything, you're a piece of thrash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, kinda sad aint it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i guess you've gotta live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether you like it or NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8578963075480784828?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8578963075480784828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8578963075480784828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8578963075480784828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8578963075480784828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-see-you-in-hell-baby.html' title='I&apos;ll see you in hell, baby.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4261050335065885960</id><published>2008-07-24T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:54:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrifying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being tangled sucks. Big balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like and hate him at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's yummy, thats one, and oh i found out he lies too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty fucked, I can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4261050335065885960?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4261050335065885960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4261050335065885960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4261050335065885960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4261050335065885960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/electrifying.html' title='Electrifying.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-377572997232652541</id><published>2008-07-20T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:35:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All over you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're despicable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Im not ready for a relationship. You alright with that ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those words could have knocked me out, not for my strong heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a motherfucking-cocksucking-cumlicking cunthead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im pissed. Terribly disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would dare say it was kinda unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things rarely go your way, don't they ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Id just take this in my stride and life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pure asshole at its best, lusty son of a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking advantage is your forte i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i hope you'd get a taste of sweet tangy revenge sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just unfortunate I see you at work everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I'd shoot you at your doorstep and throw your dead body into the Pacific for the Great Whites to devour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-377572997232652541?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/377572997232652541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=377572997232652541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/377572997232652541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/377572997232652541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-over-you.html' title='All over you.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7561067182328720809</id><published>2008-07-15T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:47:07.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be struck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so false news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Bahi;s mom who passed away, not his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, news like this also can get mixed up. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Bahi and his nonsense already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wooheehee he;s coming back tmr ! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i dont think i'll be expecting the same Bahi to appear at work tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to pluck out my wisdom tooth yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my ass is too scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so i just have to live with the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god, the pain has decrease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im able to eat, laugh, shout and swallow saliva as per normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay me. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think today was the longest time i spent with Zilch at TI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually, he'll come back, pass me his documents and drive off for his 2nd trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came back at 11.50am, talked till 12.45pm. Jyeaheeheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was raining like so heavily at like 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He couldnt go off cos he;s like riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we waited till like 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Yong had to go Ghim Moh to his gf's hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like "SHIT".  Act only ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OMG LAH its like raining. Then how Zilch wanna send me home !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheng was like "Aiyah go home only lah...noone can send you mah chibai ninabuey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smiled. :):):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chibai, was wearing his helmet all, then suddenly Sheng's lorry was honking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheng was like signally at me to run, and that he;s sending me home. WTFFFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moral of the story, dont get too happy too early bitches, you'll never know what'll hapen next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; omg the "Scratch &amp;amp; Play" is soo fuckingly addictive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear if i had enough money, i;d have bought 50 bucks worth of tickets and scratch all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have no idea wtf is "Scratch &amp;amp; Play", go scratch your chibai/lanjiao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Singapore Pools and ask the Aunty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7561067182328720809?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7561067182328720809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7561067182328720809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7561067182328720809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7561067182328720809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-be-struck.html' title='To be struck.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4470122432056833873</id><published>2008-07-09T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:01:31.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch just asked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like freaking 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time i go out, what time come back sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hahaha, Zilch didnt ride to work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XF fetched him cos it was raining terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coincidentally, Yong was on leave today so that leaves Man to send me and Zilch home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor fella, the torch has been passed down to him from Bahi to send asses home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not for long Man, dont sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What total manwhores these dickheads are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just telling them about this drunken girl, who happens to be a friend, been fucked by 2 guys in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a video came out of that malicious act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both were like "OMG WHERE THE FUCK IS THE VIDEOO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im like cmon lah, shes my friend for the love of mother and child ! Gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They could even continue, "Eh ema, why u never tell us u got this kind of friend one!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i knock my head against the spiked fences ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4470122432056833873?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4470122432056833873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4470122432056833873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4470122432056833873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4470122432056833873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck-heart.html' title='Fuck the heart.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-35233389832540496</id><published>2008-07-08T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:34:57.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Faris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was doodling at work just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And suddenly the thought of cute names flashed through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what would i name my son/daughter ? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright alright, if its a son, Sean Faris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If its a vagina, Id name her Adrianna Farisha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dang. Now i feel like giving birth already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch went to A&amp;amp;E just now for a much needed x-ray of his lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope everything is okay. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so obviously he didnt turn up for work just now. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANDD OMGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what might have happened to Bahi's brain, maybe lightning stroke his bike or smtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came to work today with dirty blonde streaks on his whole head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like WTF. Seriously. Its hideous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now its appropriate. MUDD REPP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sad. I kinda miss his old jet black hair already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope he'll wake up to his senses and realise how fugly the blonde streaks looks on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look in your mirror Bahi and smash it. That'll work i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless you, son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a 'session' immediately to get over ETHAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-35233389832540496?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/35233389832540496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=35233389832540496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/35233389832540496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/35233389832540496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/sean-faris.html' title='Sean Faris.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2616839555457227533</id><published>2008-07-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:04:40.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just him alone could make me smile and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never really gotten over his voice, his comfort, his jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was different from the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His character was colourful, heart like cherry pie and voice like sweet hummings of birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were nights when he couldnt call, and i'd not sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Id open my eyes, mind set thinking to what he might be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was like as if the night isnt complete, like there is something i missed on my shopping list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pull a card baby, and it turned out to be a Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a big damn joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i did fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It felt real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only reason was cos i was blinded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was never an 'us' in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could i be so foolish ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts the fuck out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first cheena love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So-called love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe more of a dagger piercing through your vagina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2616839555457227533?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2616839555457227533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2616839555457227533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2616839555457227533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2616839555457227533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/alex.html' title='Alex.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5788249123540124308</id><published>2008-07-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:12:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked taitee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so Dennis seriousy resigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That really explained why everyone has been so moody this past weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know Dennis might be quitting and yet noone told me a jizz of it. Thanks ah eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, i wore slippers to work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, like how it is for the past 1 yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just now had a fucken twist to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in the middle of doing my work, but i needed to go outside to check some PODs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The security guard stopped me and told me i needed to change my slippers into boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i just replied, "oh okay, yeah ill do it tmr." and proceeded to enter the warehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he called his supervisor and stopped me. I cursed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, his sup has decided not to allow me in unless i wear boots like right then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like where in the hairyness of his butt cheeks am i supposed to find boots ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was already screaming "WHAT THE FUCKKKK".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, i didnt complete my work, i sat outside till the clock strikes 530.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so utterly ridiculous. Fucking security guards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer by Neyo is so sexy, its near orgasmic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about orgasms, i massaged Zilch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay maybe orgasm is too strong of a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5788249123540124308?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5788249123540124308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5788249123540124308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5788249123540124308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5788249123540124308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/naked-taitee.html' title='Naked taitee.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8414238610769225338</id><published>2008-07-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:04:57.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just discovered that Dennis is no longer my in-charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some new guy came in today, Raymond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks pretty okay, bald.Hes pretty laid-back, he laughed at the lame DJ's jokes on radio for fucks sake. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i thought Aszmi is back from his reservice today.&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOO. Hes only back like on this Friday. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And fucking assholes today...hmm lemme recall whats the daily dose of "DisturbiaEmma" for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh i remember now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sort of wore a green dress just now and its kinda see-through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah yong just had to say "Eh ema, you wearing black today right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shrieked cos i didnt know it was that see-through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow i screamed "Eh i wear today ok!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bahi as usual just had to add on "OMGGG EMA IS WEARING UNDIES TODAYYY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT MEANS THE OTHERS DAYS ALL SHE NEVER WEARRR!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Millions exclamation marks thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Motherfuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;ohyeahZilchsentmehome:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holding on to his fleshy waist is the sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;chalet with the prettyheads this friday!YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8414238610769225338?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8414238610769225338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8414238610769225338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8414238610769225338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8414238610769225338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/07/closer.html' title='Closer.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4213123050002351123</id><published>2008-06-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:18:46.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The gang met at Newton Circus for some seafood fest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HemaWhore needed to satisfy her crave for lobster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But LOL she got scared by the "100gm $6".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a total asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes the lobsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, me and Whore ended up sharing a plate of white carrot cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest had like seafood and shit like gong gong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like WTF is gong gong !? Ergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sure is fun when the whole gang gathers. Miss them lots. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to top the cherry on the sundae was RAYYAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god he could book out in time to join us ! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pics from the Newton jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_2057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_2127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_2020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinky and the Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_2212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adek and abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_223701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_223701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brothers till 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_2217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason for my expression was that Plai tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P27-06-08_221401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P27-06-08_221401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4213123050002351123?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4213123050002351123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4213123050002351123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4213123050002351123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4213123050002351123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/makan.html' title='MAKAN.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9042012655900474674</id><published>2008-06-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:28:13.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunks are bull.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work was total shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its quarter mnth end now, and so everyone is busy and that would mean they'd get frustrated more easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that suck for me cos whenever i turn to Bahi or Yong for an answer, they would just answer "Fuck off" or "You're so irritating/stupid lah Emma !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, i think just now Bahi is bleeding from his cock cos he was obviously PMS-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of me says go search for another job but part of me still wants to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gees. Oh wells, let time take its path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch sent me home just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom called like a quarter to 530 and i was like SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to fetch me from work, of all days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ive already like asked Zilch to send me cos Yong wanted to go drinking with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy already lah, then parents just had to call and ask wanna fetch or not. WALAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i told them i'd be late cos lots of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;530, vroom vroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;545, reached home. Mom just reached home too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gatal eh kau, tadi kan aku nk amek ! Saper antar kau !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just gave a grin. CMON MOTHER. UNDERSTAND UNDERSTOOD LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gathering tmr at Newton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a fucking Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know whether i wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hema The Slut will be there. Sam the Saint's gonna be there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2 favourite people. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont think Ray can make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Havent called Kay. (Im still scared to call him cos of what happened that night.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont know if hes like super mad at me for pangsey-ing him. Shit lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sleeping like a dead pig already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPAIN VS RUSSIA TONIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay pls at least let Spain through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Portugal and Turkey are all out already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not, im not watching the finals "EURO2008" !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're losing one loyal and valuable supporter already "EURO2008" !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9042012655900474674?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9042012655900474674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9042012655900474674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9042012655900474674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9042012655900474674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hunks-are-bull.html' title='Hunks are bull.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7973139265113153946</id><published>2008-06-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:58:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy ? Really ? For shit nuts ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought my new phone to work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone was like "Yah lah emma, show off lah...u want me to publish on the newpaper not..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chibai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, Ah Yong and Bahi were at my last nerve just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking hell, they were provoking the fuck out of me the whole fucking time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess they were that bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But never mind. Thank god ive got a high level of tolerency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Triple H and Ah Sng LOLOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, but what happened after work got my heart racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh you looked really sexy just now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMFA. WTF really. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Zilch, u just made my day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7973139265113153946?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7973139265113153946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7973139265113153946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7973139265113153946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7973139265113153946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexy-really-for-shit-nuts.html' title='Sexy ? Really ? For shit nuts ?'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5248117745273041002</id><published>2008-06-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:41:45.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double grooms, double brides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weddings galore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rad's brother and sister both got married on the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN9032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Double Happiness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coolsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nursi and Shikin actually came down too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and apparently, Hakim was supposed to come too, but he was too heaty and feverish and so he cancelled on it. Bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a pretty 'loud' wedding, considering we sat right infront of the blasting speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shouted to each other throughout the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty fun, you might say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It actually made us really exhausted after the whole event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, Ayu was obviously not enjoying a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But heyho. It was pretty bearable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN9044editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN9044editted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TKGS girls. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the wedding, we headed towards E!Hub for bowling !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bowling is addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once you bowl, you cant stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After each game, you cant help it but to press on the "Start New Game" icon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gees !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5248117745273041002?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5248117745273041002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5248117745273041002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5248117745273041002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5248117745273041002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-grooms-double-brides.html' title='Double grooms, double brides.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7070033613235225145</id><published>2008-06-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:23:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the black and white rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still couldnt fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Switched off the lights, turned to my comfy right, hugged my bolster and closed the eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it. Clock just striked one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got up, switched on sister's lappy and watched Lost&amp;amp;Delirious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty disturbing, raw emotions potrayed well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Innocence and naiveness can be so self-destructing, never knew that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homophobia. Homos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking good movie. Love love love. Anyone can fall in love with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyfucking-one. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to have dinner at Newton with the homos but it was cancelled cos some couldnt make it. Fucking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Postponed to next Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gees, am thinking of what to do tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a wedding to attend, but somehow i dont feel like going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna SHOP.SHOP.SHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the moolah in my hands is never enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;Get Smart is apparently smart enough only for the todlers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome punchlines but really dull plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.5/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7070033613235225145?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7070033613235225145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7070033613235225145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7070033613235225145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7070033613235225145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-black-and-white-rainbow.html' title='Over the black and white rainbow.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8731663095133458622</id><published>2008-06-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:02:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened at work today set me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is she really that pretty ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as far as im concerned, she is alright lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prolly a 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, things are getting outta hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One outrageous, embarassing and dignity-piercing joke after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean i dont mind if its just me and the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in times like these when she is involved, its kinda not funny anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i confronted one of them about it, he said im just being 'over-sensitive'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i really ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be embarassed infront of someone you dont like is really something worth killing a soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why is it that you love being ohsogentle and actohsopretty infront of 'em ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, im not jealous. Really, no. Hell no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It kinda gets under my skin when you tell me there's like practically 4 guys after you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why ? Cos i have no fucking clue what you want me to do ! Quit it momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a higher paying job and take care of your little kid. That'll do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a happier note, Wangwei finally sent me the pics from Sunday FUNORAMA AEROHUB'S STYLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate at Sakura Buffet, played pool and bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun with em boys. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=026blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/026blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Sng and mon ami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=033blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/033blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i present you the most annoying motherasshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=034blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/034blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blurry. But who the fuck cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8731663095133458622?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8731663095133458622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8731663095133458622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8731663095133458622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8731663095133458622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/outta-line.html' title='Outta line.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8458597909721896977</id><published>2008-06-02T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:14:21.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havannah's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet party, delicsh food and awesome ambience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Maressa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, you've hit the 2-0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you look absolutely amazing that night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Post party baby : BFD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray, Hema, Mira, Sharon, Sam, Plai and I headed towards BFD for a coupla drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A toast to big boy, Plai Khamsangon turning 22 on June 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best wishes darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n596635887_637020_480blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/n596635887_637020_480blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready at Mira's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n596635887_637046_3866blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/n596635887_637046_3866blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the party itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n596635887_637023_1151blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/n596635887_637023_1151blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the Hawaiian princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n596635887_637281_8076blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/n596635887_637281_8076blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BFD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8458597909721896977?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8458597909721896977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8458597909721896977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8458597909721896977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8458597909721896977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/06/havannahs.html' title='Havannah&apos;s.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3104397594057575997</id><published>2008-05-30T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:30:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im smiling today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running through the monsoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beyond the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the end of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the rain wont hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fighting through the storm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i lose myself i think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together we'll be running to somewhere new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nothing can hold me back from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in a jovial mood just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just by looking at the assholes at work, brightens up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their stupid faces, ridiculous jokes and merciless English, are like party poopers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But besides that, i dont know what contribute to the HAHAHEHE mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked into the office, like a bird chirping, saying HELLO HI to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aszmi din turn up today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is really of no difference. Yes really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing WOW really happened in office today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch sent me home! Yay me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No points for guessing my happiness today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents were like "Hey you've not saved up enough for ur sch!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And suddenly my heart said "FUCK SCHOOL."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, all i want right now is a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friggin life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real job. Kick ass salary. Fab wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maressa's party is tomorrow, and and its gg to be at ECP.Im not sure whether boozah's gg to be served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one thing for sure, im looking forward to meeting the brothers. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3104397594057575997?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3104397594057575997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3104397594057575997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3104397594057575997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3104397594057575997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-smiling-today_30.html' title='Im smiling today.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2153297055969795990</id><published>2008-05-24T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:39:22.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never can get enuff of FuckHoles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I met Afa after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met her at Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked to NAFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met her soon to be boyfie there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked a bit, discussed his artwork whatever nort, and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a bus to Marina Sq, and met up Fareed there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to bowl, but fucking hell the whole god damn place is booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ended up hanging out at Starbucks, doing what we do best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afa went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Fareed rode to Parkway and ate LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to play pool, but i was sneezing like an antelope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P5220240blogg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P5220240blogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofP5220244blogg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/CopyofP5220244blogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P5220239blogg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/P5220239blogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2153297055969795990?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2153297055969795990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2153297055969795990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2153297055969795990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2153297055969795990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-can-get-enuff-of-fuckholes.html' title='Never can get enuff of FuckHoles.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-2125232146351509304</id><published>2008-05-18T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:28:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr Inverter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspected Dengue. wtf sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Syaz, Nabil and Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bil had free tickets to Escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so we escaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bil has discovered his phobia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE VIKING. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loser lah, viking is the shit sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could feel my soul being pulled in and out of my body sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Superr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inverter was shitass too. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man left soon after to meet his other friends at town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bil was like "Kimakk, gi town nie jam buat aper sak, limit2 korang lepak, baik lepak pat sini sak...waste time and money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was indeed right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syaz was like "If you guys are gg town, baik gi clubbing sak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was indeed right too. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i had no mood nor energy for either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, it was me, Syaz and Bil to the finishing line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked, puffed, ate, laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alas, the town boys came back to Tamp to lepak AGAIN at 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, what assholes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGOMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yest's wee hours was the shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At like 3am, Zilch switched on his webcam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like super randomly. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even at such hours, where most people would look like fucked up zombies, he looked so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lollipop is sucha horny song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JB is the only place where i dont mind splurging on SHITS such as KOKO CRUNCH and YAKULTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-2125232146351509304?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2125232146351509304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=2125232146351509304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2125232146351509304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/2125232146351509304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-inverter.html' title='&quot;Mr Inverter&quot;'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3675203702621890191</id><published>2008-05-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:29:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Honey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i cant stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a long time running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i cant stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you hear my heart beating ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can u hear the sound ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i cant help thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i dont look down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i looked up at the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i could see at the way gravity turns for you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i looked up at the sky and saw the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the way the gravity pulls on everyone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch presence today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some heart crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilch to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Texts of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thoughts ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories flashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assumptions made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never assured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;yes.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Farz yest night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely chat. Loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh gosh. THE DREAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wet and wild dreams involving your friends of the &lt;strong&gt;same sex&lt;/strong&gt; are hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok thats just wrong. So wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls at my workplace are already celebrating mothers day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One is even younger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walaowey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3675203702621890191?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3675203702621890191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3675203702621890191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3675203702621890191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3675203702621890191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/05/dark-chocolate.html' title='Dark chocolate.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1195964034146455863</id><published>2008-05-13T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:59:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can u just wipe out that uncircumsized motherfucker from the face of this earth ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please oh please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. Some people survive on a sole purpose of pissing the fuck out of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a happier note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really have no idea whats in Azmi's mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he playing with me ? Fucking hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dude, whatever game you're playing, stop. I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But damn it, I cant help it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gees, I was speechless when you freakingly brought the past up. FUCKING HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you leave me breathless...breathless..." Oh asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss, please leyyy, dont fire him leyyy! Ninabu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes Fareed's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went KG to eat mee goreng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to watch a movie. BUT FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturdays are like fucked lah okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Town was so full of shitheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NS boys everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course NS boys spend their Saturdays either clubbing or watching movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Result : All thearters full. FUCKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;so fareed and i walked all the way from Dhoby till Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked at town, people watched, talked cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun lah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Fareed around, it can never be boring. Like omgz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pics after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8827blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8827blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh the matching nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8828blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8828blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fareed, dont cut your hair. Its rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8837blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8837blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your ex brought our friendship. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1195964034146455863?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1195964034146455863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1195964034146455863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1195964034146455863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1195964034146455863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/05/fire-red.html' title='Fire red.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3181538477627522256</id><published>2008-04-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:16:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Saturdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8747editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8747editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just have to love Saturdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was born on a Saturday and fuck its not surprise Saturdays are my most favourite days of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Kay and Ray yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been 321 days since we trio last hung out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay has always been busy with his dance, and of course Ray, busy serving the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i met Ray at 8.15(he was 30 mins late, that whore) at Simei MRT platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travelled to Dhoby and met up with Kay darling. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8757editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8757editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8758editted-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8758editted-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After about 1 1/2 hrs of laughter, Kay went on to join his dance crew, and Iswan(Ray's seargent) joined us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Licks lip. Iswan is, yes, drooling hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked all the way to Forum from Dhoby. Um yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entered some bar at Cascaden in Ming Arcade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, Emma is hanging out with NS boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck i knew Aliff was damn familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's Ken's friend !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And haha, Ken was there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a cool hangout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the botak guys were friendly and yes this particular indian baldy was super hillarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloated and woozy, Ray and I took a cab home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8768editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8768editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8771editted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8771editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasted and ruined. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3181538477627522256?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3181538477627522256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3181538477627522256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3181538477627522256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3181538477627522256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-saturdays.html' title='Love Saturdays.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-828120389298633155</id><published>2008-04-09T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:55:14.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my mom.</title><content type='html'>Mom is at the hospital right now. Doctors are yet to diagnose what is wrong with her. My heart sank everytime i thought of the worst. Tears flowed freely from her eyes the entire day just now. My lips were heavy to open, my mind was blank. I couldnt coax her, as i couldnt find the right words. Im devastated myself, and if she continue crying and feeling so low, i cant help but to feel scared too. My only wish right now is for her to recover. I miss her usual self, laughing and joking at the workplace. Now, she would just whisper, smile at Wayne and Zahid's gay antics. I know that deep in her, shes feeling fucked up, traumatized and worried. I told her to be strong, for her sake and of course ours'. Im pretty damn sure shes gonna be alright. Oh god, help me on this one. Bless my mom and help her recover. Make her strong to face this obstacle.I stayed by her side the whole day just now. Just as i wanted to leave, she locked her eyes into mine, and that struck me. Oh my god, Ive never felt any more worse leaving her alone in the god forsaken ward. She waved at me, and i told her, "Be strong !". I closed the door gently behind me, and she was still looking at me through the glass panel.I forced myself to look away, and walk.Ive got to be strong. This is an obstacle that would be over. Soon.Insyaallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-828120389298633155?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/828120389298633155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=828120389298633155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/828120389298633155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/828120389298633155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I love my mom.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3956171542314252469</id><published>2008-03-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:07:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vouchers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Cali Fit just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels great to step in there, having not gone there for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked to Taka after sweating those fats off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopped by Pull and Bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw this amazingly cute dress which fitted me quite nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 75 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ekin009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="900" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/Ekin009.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its grey with white mini polka dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved it, it was like love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought i could use the 100 bucks taka voucher but fuck i couldnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is applicable only at Taka Dept store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn. I was so crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ended up buying make up. LAWL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3956171542314252469?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3956171542314252469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3956171542314252469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3956171542314252469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3956171542314252469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vouchers.html' title='Vouchers.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-3075384351187263401</id><published>2008-03-23T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:39:09.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away. Sial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was pouring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like god din care at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh cmon, spare me this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got a pit for the love of mother and child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plan had to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos everyone is already psyched. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Andre at White Sands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got his balls excited by buying the much anticipated Ben&amp;amp;Jerrys lip balm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flavour a la "Cookie Dough". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since then, he couldnt get enough of fake cookie dough spread over his lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made our way to Downtown, caught up with Ira, Syaz and Acap at BK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought sticks, drinks and other necassary pit shit, and took a cab down to Pit 61.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noone was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was only us and our god-forsaken umbrellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hair was gone, my make up has started to fade, and obviously everyone was pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"FUCK THIS PIT IS SOO GOING TO COCK UP" HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited under the umbrella, standing beside the wet pit, puffing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;soon before long, the rest arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the chicken wings are burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets just say, it was midnight when everything started to feel like a god damn party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some captured moments after the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8540ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8540ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nigger, Skinny, ME and the Bdae girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8543ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8543ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8545ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8545ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8541ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8541ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man in Coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8550ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8550ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tormented cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8546ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8546ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nabil the hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8554ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8554ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy loves Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN8557ETDBYFARGO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8557ETDBYFARGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess whos drunk in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-3075384351187263401?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3075384351187263401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=3075384351187263401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3075384351187263401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/3075384351187263401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away-sial.html' title='Rain, rain, go away. Sial.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8376107004312732211</id><published>2008-03-12T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:44:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend to Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th February 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a Friday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of putting on some fucked formal clothes on and heading off to work, i put on shirt and shorts and hailed a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Heng Hann's home. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how i love Melville Park, its so...comfortable. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray continued sleeping with his girl, completely ignorant of my presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I switched on MTV/Travel&amp;amp;Living for 5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snoozed for like 3 of those hours. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally at 4pm, Ray woke up ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called Mira, double check where to meet, what time and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Great World City at 6pm. " Alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah called me. Ayu called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i decided to bring my girls along with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free tickets to WATER HORSE THE MOVIE. LOOOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was erm oh so fucking BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god for their accent which kept me awake for like 2 hrs !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AYE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, took a bus to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah introduced us to "Blue Light", which was captivating. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was windy, and yeah, a good place to hang out. Sitting down on the ground. Yess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fareed called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My girls wanted to leave, but i didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so Fareed to the rescue! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My girls left, met KKay at Youth Park, and headed towards Parkway Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a cab there with Mira and Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mira headed home, and alighted us at Marine Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Fareed at Macs, and the rest is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3am, and we are still buzzing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost stories kept our eyes opened, fries kept our stomachs at bay, and ciggs kept our brains functioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5am, and the yawns started to kick in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a quick wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6am, and poker was on baby ! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7am, finally decided to take a bus and head home to fucking sleep damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8th February 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 1.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray had to meet his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i went straight to Sam's place first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hema darling was already there and so were Plai and Murg. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i reached, i could hear Tamil songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck, they were watching some Tamil movie. Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently Murg had been translating for Plai throughout the movie HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of booze, lots of food. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drank pretty decent amount and i din get drunk. Yay me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray got pretty emotional. Cried his gay heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam got the song "Graduation" and all of us just got into an EMO state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hugged each other, and it suddenly occur to me what great friends they have been to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE THEM. love love love. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've been the best, the most caring, unbelivably hillarious and humane. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I talked in my sleep !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;according to SAM !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHIBAI, that scared the shit out of me sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mentioned all of the classmates names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creepy of what !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8376107004312732211?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8376107004312732211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8376107004312732211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8376107004312732211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8376107004312732211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-to-remember.html' title='A Weekend to Remember.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5775820003363675914</id><published>2008-02-27T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:18:25.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Flirting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You caught me at Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept me guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept me anxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why? Just what is your motive ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im confused god damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it feels great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You asked me why i stopped contacting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you made a wild guess which was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were shocked. Were you supposed to be shock ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont wanna be called a slut, thats why i did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're the slut now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thank god, you were born with a cute face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos if not, i would have sworn off your face that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annoying male species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywaysss, Im leading a normal, happy life right this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more heart aches, i mean serious ones that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to gym yest with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was caught completely off guard when i saw HER standing at the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY WAS SHE THERE ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i could stutter was FUCKFUCKFUCK under my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad could just laughed. H a h a. I didnt find it amusing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i can say, the night ended pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad, consider yourself lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be grateful, for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5775820003363675914?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5775820003363675914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5775820003363675914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5775820003363675914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5775820003363675914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/02/guilty-flirting.html' title='Guilty Flirting.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-9027183060553622244</id><published>2008-02-22T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:01:42.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday once more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fridays are always so dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had our gathering yest after so many failed attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss them tremendously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made our way to Toa Payoh, cozied up in Sam's crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chips, pizza and cupcakes decorated the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sum it up, they were basically all death penalties for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so i faithfully stuck by my 1 litre bottle of green tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music filled the atmosphere, gladly played by our resident DJ, Mr Bryan. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's prolly glued to his Mac notebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, Sam's surprise completely caught me offguard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, the surprise came in a form of a human being apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, his guest appearance was bittersweet for me honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all i can say, im kinda relieved i got it out of my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont wanna jump to conclusions, make assumptions or cry over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever happened, that was me. Sober or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head is still playing pictures of what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i can tell it will remain in a playing mode as long as god knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and btw, i dont get guys at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make up your god damn mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its really getting to me. Really badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-9027183060553622244?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/9027183060553622244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=9027183060553622244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9027183060553622244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/9027183060553622244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-once-more_22.html' title='Yesterday once more.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6056413500295203964</id><published>2008-02-18T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:50:35.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys are a bunch of liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That piss the shit out of you, the ending of your every nerve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this sec, i hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honesty isnt part of your dictionary, i reckon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does it take for a guy to stop dissing you in front of others ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And takes you seriously, no matter how fugly you look ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so sick of this shit, it makes tear whenever i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How pathetic can one get, i know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear me out, god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a new lease of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna start afresh, just like how a toddler feels, entering the gate of his first day of primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6056413500295203964?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6056413500295203964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6056413500295203964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6056413500295203964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6056413500295203964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/02/liars.html' title='Liars.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5677374629466800744</id><published>2008-02-13T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T05:34:56.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them called MY GIRLS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a good six years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had our fair share of ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cries and laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never trade anything else in the world for the enchanting friendship that we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We think we are the coolest, the best, even though we know deep down inside, we are by far the most pathetic bunch any 19 yr old would come across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT FUCK, we are cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit i was really glad Farz called me up to join you guys for Nurieks bdae bash. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay me. Yay us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sluts, im really looking forward to March 8th and 9th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing would come in between of us on those forsaken days. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=47b7d707b3127cce98548a9e124c0000002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="272" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/47b7d707b3127cce98548a9e124c0000002.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad Janes at Midnight hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=47b8dc29b3127cce98548b7e00ae0000002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="321" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/47b8dc29b3127cce98548b7e00ae0000002.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keteks at its purest state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=47b8dc29b3127cce98548b7600a60000002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="285" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/47b8dc29b3127cce98548b7600a60000002.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiles are like ants with them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love love love you guys. BFFS BITCHES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a cycling session just now with Hema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, just me and her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a whole 2 hours, we rode around ECP, in search of hot guys, the breeze was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cap nearly got swept away into the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would have been disastrous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a tormenting ride, we headed to Subway and gobbled down a COLD CUT TRIO sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked and chat, and laughed, it was time to head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hema, you're a great bitch. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s you're hot too. &amp;amp; horny as fuck. LOOOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5677374629466800744?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5677374629466800744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5677374629466800744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5677374629466800744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5677374629466800744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/02/them-called-my-girls.html' title='Them called MY GIRLS.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-8085205680102041062</id><published>2008-02-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:31:30.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Kentucky Kid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i saw the MTV Ad for the show, i was like what the fuck, whatever...some moto-real life documentary shit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT THEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking hell. IT WAS NICKY HAYDEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. OMG. OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hes damn hot. Thats all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to see him swerve around those turns, its super orgasmic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been quite a while since i last updated...been kinda busy with work and projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060208&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helped Kkay with his Grad Proj. I was called in to be the camerawoman! Lols. And his actor was none other than his own flesh and blood Danial Ashriq. I must say Danny is really talented and undeniably gorgeous. Im really proud to announce that we finished the shooting in less than 1 day ! ((: Super draining thats for sure. But hell, the bloopers really made our blood pumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070208&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed off to Pasir Ris park for a family gathering. Had a mini picnic. Food was always delisch, as it was lovingly prepared by Mak. (: "Pitched" a tent, lol. Ive began to realise how lazy my family has become. My uncles were dozing off half the time, and the aunts would just eat and laze around on the mat. Well, as for me, lazing around bores me to death and so i rented a bike for 3 hours and rode around the park. Accompanied by my lovely cousins, Aqilah and Hilda. But the day ended good, stomach full, energy used up for good and skin burnt like fuck. Yeah, it was great. I swear. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080208&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met my girls at ECP. Had fun blading didnt we girls ? ((: Company of them girls is always fun, enlightening and random. Love you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going to quit my job. Tolerance for biasness has dropped to zero. Nil. Zilch. I love you guys(Ah Sng, Ibrahim, Ah Yong). But the boss. Its always the boss. Fuck. It sucks to be working under a biased boss. You feel rejected. And i dont like that. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-8085205680102041062?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8085205680102041062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=8085205680102041062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8085205680102041062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/8085205680102041062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/02/kid.html' title='The Kid.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-735099037809603724</id><published>2008-01-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:14:28.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a BRO's night. Oh hell yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an awesome, amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to one of the best buddies, making it a memorable night.&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with an atmoshere that is comfortable to soak in, being surrounded by close friends was a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Fries, chicken wings, calamaris...the food was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;As our mugs clanked, it was a toast to him and and our friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Plai Khamsang.&lt;br /&gt;Half a yr of friendship brought happiness and plenty of laughter into my life...and the rest im sure.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great friend, or shall i say GEREK GILER, posessing a heart made of gold. (:&lt;br /&gt;I still remember your first day of school, and i thought you were some kid from Mauri. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate every single bit of friendship and time we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be missed dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon ! Thailand better take good care of our crazy thai bastard ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to Ray, Kkay, Murg, Joey...friends till 40 ! Love you guys... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the pictures after the jump. @ Bali House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image025edittedblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image025edittedblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Heng Hann. (2nd guess...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image035edittedblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image035edittedblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my beloved little boy Kay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image047edittedblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image047edittedblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the KK, Murg. (No lamp needed here. LOLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image063edittedbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image063edittedbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Noriko and the wonder of her Japanese eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image064edittedbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image064edittedbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The players. HAHA keling kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image072edittedbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image072edittedbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_672305934ledittedbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/1_672305934ledittedbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my boys. I love them very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image040edittedbb-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/blurpiez_8890/Image040edittedbb-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plai, see you soon. (: Gonna miss ya ! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-735099037809603724?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/735099037809603724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=735099037809603724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/735099037809603724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/735099037809603724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-bros-night-oh-hell-yeah.html' title='It was a BRO&apos;s night. Oh hell yeah.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5407969898434395244</id><published>2008-01-19T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:19:14.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are like sweet apples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather has been playing games with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For hours, it could be scorching hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the next coupla, it'd be raining cats&amp;amp;dawgs.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty draining day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worked at 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the way till 11.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, i know...like wtf, only 2 hours ?!?Fuck you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished the my work okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then met up with Rayyan for school to meet up with the delisch Naidu regarding the Grad Proj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were supposed to meet him at 1.15pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But met him at 1.20pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we had nothing with us at he point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we sat at one corner, thought of the abstract and objective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did mine in like 4 mins, and had Naidu's approval in a 23 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Were you a doctor before this?" LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naidu couldnt read my handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he made me read it aloud. Knn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Rayyan had some difficulty with his thingie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Naidu made me help him and ended having to wait for him to finish his lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For fucking 1 hr 45 mins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. i was fucking pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Rayyan and NAIDU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promised Fareed to meet him at fucking 2.45pm at town sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But met up at 4pm instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked, ate, talked, ran around, slapped and annoyed each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been eons yrs since we last hung out.i missed my buddy. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;i enjoyed every single hangout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fareed sent me to ECP by his priceless Vespa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with my TKGS sweethearts, Ayu, Adlin and Rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Adlin's bro birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had something like a surprise party BBQ at ECP for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sweet.&amp;amp; so we walked all the way to the pit, sat down, ate hotdogs and sang birthday songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was alright lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw my primary school friend, the 'famous' Khairil Ashraff there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was kinda of weird cos i knew noone there cept for Khairil and Zaki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest were soccer mats and jc minahs. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chao-ed at 11pm...cos there was really nothing for us to do there. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zahid is coming today to repair my terminally ill computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, best wishes to him and lets all pray he can do a miracle and save my computer!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5407969898434395244?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5407969898434395244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5407969898434395244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5407969898434395244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5407969898434395244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-are-like-sweet-apples.html' title='Friends are like sweet apples.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-1006693695479387109</id><published>2008-01-14T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:40:07.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The withered Delilah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im withering away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is drying up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel suffocated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its yet another failed attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really need to attend some fucking seminar on how-to-make-a-relationship-work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"MAKE IT WORK BITCH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to take a breather, go out of the country or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A much needed or rather, deserved break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait to start my advanced dip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hopefully without anymore sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough is indeed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worked full day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waved, smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat promptly, trying not to meet him in the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He talked to Ah Sng, and i spoke to Ibrahim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart raced. I couldnt think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He walked towards the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stared at Ibrahim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;, sorry eh tadi ter-call uh, nk call Zaini..." wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah he called me at 7am this morning, just to say oops wrong number. MTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he whispered something to Ibrahim, and i had no fucking idea what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Ibrahim replied something like "Naughty...naughty eh..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a random feeling that he stored my number under Zaini's name, to prevent his GF from suspecting any rotten rat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart sank, I was torn apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so 'spare tyre' lah cb. KNNCCB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget him. Forget everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is not meant to happen in my god forsaken workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the fuck do u take me for ? &lt;em&gt;Nabei lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-1006693695479387109?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1006693695479387109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=1006693695479387109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1006693695479387109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/1006693695479387109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/01/withered-delilah.html' title='The withered Delilah.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6579544167222895443</id><published>2008-01-10T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:41:09.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running through the monsoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rain wont stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so does my train of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant stop thinking about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should really stop this cos i know its unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the gloomy weather is not helping a single bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work was fine today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did crossword puzzles with the help of Miller LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spoke a few words with Zahid. Biggest fluke of the day lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First working day without the presence of Nana whom i miss dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more lepaks in the toilet le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god for the existence of Ibrahim, Miller and Thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who will not fail to add colours to my life in the god-forsaken office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zaini had a minor accident today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 3 trucks collision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh you better check your behind and your front leyyy! Simi lianchao lah!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ever sophisticated words that comes out from Ah Sng's pie hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something bothered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked Ibrahim who was involved in the accident. (whether it was him or Zaini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he answered me "Zaini uh...kekasih kaoooo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was flabbergasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIKE SINCE FUCKING WHEN SIAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really damn shocked uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to know whether that mtf told Ibrahim about that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chibai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like hello. Ive got taste lah okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"si tuer gatal tu" HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to meet Fareed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my mom just had to have a menopause fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i had to stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its about time lah, been a super long time since ive met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Michelle is in town !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay. I truly miss our hang outs. Haute couture at its best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you fucking rich sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet up soon, Mitch the Bitch. LOLS. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Im staring at a broken door, theres nothing left for me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My room is cold, its making me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im waiting here for so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together we can run to somewhere new." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6579544167222895443?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6579544167222895443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6579544167222895443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6579544167222895443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6579544167222895443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-through-monsoon.html' title='Running through the monsoon.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-4634061103514623890</id><published>2008-01-07T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:01:59.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just where the fuck are you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will i see your face again ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday, i wait, and wait, glancing at the clock whenever i can, wishing that you'd be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11am, strike, 2pm, strike, 4pm, strike, 5pm, strike, yet again. Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It came to a point where im exhausted of waiting, of hoping that i'd see your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime i scanned my card, walked through the door, i'd turn my head to the right, my heart would be racing, full of enthuse, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you were never there. Why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to see you quite often in the afternoon. But now, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had prepared for the worst. That you've quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But heaven was nice on me on last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.30 pm. I was ready to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell would i expect to bump into you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were talking to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to say this two-letter word to you so much, and when i didnt, my heart crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mommy was beside me so i couldnt wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My instinct whispered to me "TURN BITCH, TURN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so i turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; you turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. But i couldnt utter a single word. I was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We locked eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i knew things were never like it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to that bastard. Fucking sonofabitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished i could pull you aside for 2 mins and talk things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things just couldnt get any worse for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow. I'll talk. &amp;amp; you'll listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you called my name, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my life's begun. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new year, a whole new chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The year started shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is waiting to burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was never satisfied with the outcomes of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never did go my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My way or the highway?" &lt;/em&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books aside, time to plan out my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-4634061103514623890?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4634061103514623890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=4634061103514623890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4634061103514623890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/4634061103514623890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-where-fuck-are-you.html' title='Just where the fuck are you ?'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6799504628459719886</id><published>2007-12-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:27:09.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the rain is pouring down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello fellow humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Hari Raya Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom cooked some really delisch hari raya dishes today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so my aunts and uncles flocked my house to get some taste of the delicacies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turned out to be a pretty mundane day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray was supposed to come to my house to study PR but he cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so im left alone to mug. Pretty shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PR is getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres so many things to memorise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it seemed that I dont givva fuck anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got no mood to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sis is not home, she went over cousin's for a sleep-over. Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on a lighter note, ive got to know this malay guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hes much older than me, which is pretty hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hes from the same workplace as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So im not quite certain if thats a good or bad thing. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He asked me out for a movie on Monday and i kinda agreed. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know, im not going to commit 100% cos im not too sure if i wanna go in deeper with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna be open to everyother relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah...I dont wanna get tied down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No strings attached". Beetch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Ray, youve promised to get me into NICOLE SHERZINGER'S shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont care ! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh cmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its about time bitches. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6799504628459719886?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6799504628459719886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6799504628459719886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6799504628459719886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6799504628459719886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-rain-is-pouring-down.html' title='When the rain is pouring down...'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-6162167030205246452</id><published>2007-12-15T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:36:35.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY HUD RAYYAN HENG HANN! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE, AND STAY AS FUNNY AND SELENG AS ALWAYS !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh i love this boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of life, passion and...shit. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hillarious as always, he even makes fun of himself. Coolness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bro, lets stay bro-ified forever ok. BFFS (&lt;strong&gt;BRO-FOR-LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;) Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started the day with a grp study at MP Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 6pm, Ray went off to meet his girl to have dinner at his hse. (&lt;strong&gt;WINK2&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I had to waste time with Kkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking 5 hrs man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sat at Macs for like 1 hrs eating gross shaker fries. (&lt;strong&gt;Its soo salty!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then 8pm. We decided to proceed to ECP to walk2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat there for 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ALAH fuckkit, lets go to my hse!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so we went to Kkays hse which is 20 mins away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked at his hse till 11.15pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so we had a small party for Ray at ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was supposed to start at 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ended up kicking start the party at 12.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thanks to keling kia and puki kia. &lt;strong&gt;(thats Murg and Plai respectively&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought Glenn's &amp;amp; some Sharks. LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played cards. Did card tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank. Got tipsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabo-ed Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they went off to Clarke Quay to further their drinking &amp;amp; having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to go home since i had work that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dropped me off and i reached home at 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 7am. Dazed and cursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fuck, i had fun. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate Sundays for 2 reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Tmr is Monday and that means sch/work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I'd be too lazy to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am with my Journalism textbook in my hand, and the other chatting and updating this god-forsaken blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmr is my Journalism paper. Like woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, im sitting on the fence for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not that nervous for the paper cos im aiming for a B. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey at least i do get to go back to school. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, I missed school okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those boy-watching, slacking in the canteen and saying Hi to random foreign people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so Hema went shopping and burned 300 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shizzles babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn i need a wardrobe rejuvenation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a shopping spree badly. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna grab dresses, skirts and shorts. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&amp;amp; its all because of y0u..." Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im kinda happy with what is turning out at my workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive made more friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which in turn means that working full time after school ends will not be so bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly, we could click. HAHA. Malay guys...owells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-6162167030205246452?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6162167030205246452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=6162167030205246452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6162167030205246452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/6162167030205246452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7996666492625371534</id><published>2007-12-13T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:19:55.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEKTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overdue Images&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8329blogsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snap a class picture before everyone leaves. (some aliens missing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/DSCN8338blogsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray's soccer tournament. I was a&lt;strong&gt; WAG&lt;/strong&gt; for a few hrs. ((: Proud of it tho. LOLS. They lost though. Through a fucked up penalty shootout. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; oh i saw this guy's pubics. It was as thick as Amazon's I swear. Shaver ? Pls ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii319/iamfargo/shorts-nicole-ritchie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes perfect. I wanna be just like her. Minus getting pregs with some punk dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7996666492625371534?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7996666492625371534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7996666492625371534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7996666492625371534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7996666492625371534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/peektures.html' title='PEEKTURES'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5738530428709235036</id><published>2007-12-13T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:43:56.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we are trying too hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever experienced &lt;strong&gt;forced love&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is there even such a thing ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im trying hard or rather my best to love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever he asks me whether i love him, i stutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos in my mind, i dont. Neither does the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow i dont wanna lose him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what the fuck im feeling right now...but it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldnt say hes my dream...cos simply, he's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'd dare say hes my rebound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive yet to get over Travis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE TO FUCKING GET OVER HIM. PERIOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime his name pops into my mind, tears would well up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like why cant it be him ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for that matter, why cant it be anyone that i already had my heart on ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want Travis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you want me to reciprocate your love and devotion you had showered me, but i just cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesnt feel right to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It felt wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like im lying to myself, and im torturing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its going to be the end of 2007 soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time for new resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe 2, maybe 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other happier news, Aszmi has been really sweet to me. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i really appreciate it okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S I really dig those chinky eyes of yours !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5738530428709235036?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5738530428709235036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5738530428709235036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5738530428709235036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5738530428709235036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-we-are-trying-too-hard_13.html' title='Maybe we are trying too hard.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-5070015726251607517</id><published>2007-12-13T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:27:19.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we are trying too hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-5070015726251607517?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5070015726251607517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=5070015726251607517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5070015726251607517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/5070015726251607517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-we-are-trying-too-hard.html' title='Maybe we are trying too hard.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-264035630659474253</id><published>2007-12-11T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:47:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to believe it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not over tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not make it through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i wont go home without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are an amazing guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im glad to have found you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But love takes time to develop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is moving way too fast for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need time to breathe and think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lepak-ed with sis and her friends yest night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun, the atmosphere filled with laughter and smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its exams period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow i dont feel like studying ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like wtf is wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait for the papers to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its gonna be party all day long for me baby ! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-264035630659474253?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/264035630659474253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=264035630659474253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/264035630659474253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/264035630659474253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-to-believe-it.html' title='Hard to believe it.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299847507503072627.post-7660087135527744703</id><published>2007-12-06T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:04:07.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more coming in class during breaks, no more bingo/taiti in class, no more smoking breaks in the bee-infested area, no more anticipation to see Shekhar, no more ham+cheese sandwich, no more drawing on Ray's arm during class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck this. I hate this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when you are secretly in love with your classmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing you everyday brings light to my eyes. LOL. *whateverr*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish i could confess to you, but i dont know if i should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its not going to work anyways since home was never here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i kinda know where your heart lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you know what, im not gonna bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it kills me to say bye to you everyday after class, that goodbye hug always leave me smiling right to when i board the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matters of the heart is never easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love cant be forced. It takes two to clap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know where i stand. And im aware of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i dont talk to you much in person, cos im afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to impress you so much, it comes to a point where im cautious about every word im about to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You told my friend u liked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why did you change your mind so quickly ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did i do ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like you asshole. I know you can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know you're not reacting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i know. I know what your answer would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im accepting my fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'll still love you. No matter where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant never let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos im in too deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished you were the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s Hema, you are one wonderful woman. And i love you! Ty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299847507503072627-7660087135527744703?l=strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7660087135527744703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299847507503072627&amp;postID=7660087135527744703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7660087135527744703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299847507503072627/posts/default/7660087135527744703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strikedelilah-itsfargo.blogspot.com/2007/12/finale.html' title='Finale.'/><author><name>Fargo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743975208392819704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
