<?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-8950540</id><updated>2011-08-02T16:24:08.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY THE FORESKIN BE WITH YOU.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-5728255209579623311</id><published>2009-10-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:50:04.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Square One.</title><content type='html'>Single Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always patient, always waiting for me to come back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comforts me like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always there when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the Best Listener and Friend too but she's not a living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my Pink Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Baby! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-5728255209579623311?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5728255209579623311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=5728255209579623311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5728255209579623311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5728255209579623311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back To Square One.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-6583089517365726983</id><published>2009-08-13T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:11:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xojbvg0ilZM/SoQtGdnXWmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bN_c4OuGC4Q/s1600-h/big_729222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xojbvg0ilZM/SoQtGdnXWmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bN_c4OuGC4Q/s72-c/big_729222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-6782405999566388291</id><published>2009-08-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:56:30.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be the same again.</title><content type='html'>once bitten twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychemicalromance&lt;br /&gt;linkinpark&lt;br /&gt;limpbizkit&lt;br /&gt;coldplay&lt;br /&gt;dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;evanescence&lt;br /&gt;fortminor&lt;br /&gt;googoodolls&lt;br /&gt;maroon5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all come back to me, i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-6782405999566388291?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6782405999566388291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=6782405999566388291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6782405999566388291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6782405999566388291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-be-same-again.html' title='Never be the same again.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-698538699773657982</id><published>2009-07-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:09:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection.</title><content type='html'>who doesnt want to be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt want someone perfect for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;something that we always want to be but still ever so far away, out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;ever so beautiful dream that we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;In reality,&lt;br /&gt;Forget perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard not to be useless.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to appreciate what i have before it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;notice all the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her crystal watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her pretty eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her cheeky cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her cute little dimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her cute nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice her......ever so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Smile that tells me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world matters anymore, i just want to be around your arms, my head on your chest, thats my world...my everything............my perfection. - zainon's smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-698538699773657982?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/698538699773657982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=698538699773657982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/698538699773657982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/698538699773657982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfection.html' title='Perfection.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-3949545698639687167</id><published>2009-06-10T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:13:14.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Back</title><content type='html'>And i'm back with a new skin!!&lt;br /&gt;It's very Cutexzxzxzxzx i know.&lt;br /&gt;It's all done by my Baby, Zabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who just entered my life but it feels like we're together for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so good to me right now....most probably it's because i'm with her!&lt;br /&gt;Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's GooooooooooD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-3949545698639687167?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/3949545698639687167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=3949545698639687167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/3949545698639687167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/3949545698639687167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-finally-back.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Back'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-180177928561487906</id><published>2008-06-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:56:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg there are webs here!</title><content type='html'>yeah, i know i havent been posting for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i'm either really lazy or forgot my password or i was addicted to lesbian porn so didnt have time to blog or most unlikely, i got some other better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer would be the most unlikely one.&lt;br /&gt;A New Hobby has taken over my gaming days.&lt;br /&gt;Deleted every single games i have except microsoft games which i cant delete and if i can, it's too troublesome to find out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gonna finish army soon but the days aint passing fast enough...it feels like 4 years when it's only 4 months left. Problems everywhere in camp, everyone's wearing mask and be a fren to ya cos they wanna you to help them on something. It's Bullshit. But still it's much better than all the other last camps i've gone to. Still i'm complaining. damn it. nothing's good in camp, all da rules and shit....u got to kill me if u wan me to stay in army for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i gonna end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i gonna blog real soon again alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-180177928561487906?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/180177928561487906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=180177928561487906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/180177928561487906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/180177928561487906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-there-are-webs-here.html' title='omg there are webs here!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-7573608507625304335</id><published>2008-02-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:49:55.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone just like that</title><content type='html'>death is so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this is so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant swollow this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt accept death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-7573608507625304335?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/7573608507625304335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=7573608507625304335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/7573608507625304335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/7573608507625304335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2008/02/gone-just-like-that.html' title='gone just like that'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-6260252429060733848</id><published>2008-01-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:17:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just cant put it down in words.</title><content type='html'>it's just seems that songs i listen nowadays reminded me of....well, the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song playing is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just got nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else could me feel better except being emo and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just want you to know that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could unwind time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-6260252429060733848?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6260252429060733848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=6260252429060733848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6260252429060733848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6260252429060733848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-cant-put-it-down-in-words.html' title='i just cant put it down in words.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-743396331148938633</id><published>2007-12-05T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:12:26.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Escape.....Has come to an End.</title><content type='html'>I Really couldnt believe my MC is going to be over real soon.&lt;br /&gt;It is almost UNREAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, gotta face the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Every End Is also a New Start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....yeah...wish me luck on my new camp although i'm going to STAY IN CAMP till the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Think of it, i don really mind actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Need to rush to work early(in other words can sleep around one hour more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Need afraid of the gate checks in case i bring psp or some illegal stuff like the fucking burned cd which have nice songs instead of the fucking radio with 32897427 adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can finally spend lesser time on the com? i actually spend literately the whole day on the com during my mc. It's in My Blood now... OMG. I Gonna eat rams for breakfast later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually do some real socialising instead of talking to people in the game and call that socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally, the most Obvious and Important Reason of All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on transport&lt;br /&gt;on dinners&lt;br /&gt;on suppers&lt;br /&gt;on going out after my book out&lt;br /&gt;on buying snacks for my late night movie&lt;br /&gt;on buying random stuff to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically on filling up my whale-like appetite and on transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a year to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on Danny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to wad i donno....don ask me, I'll just fuckin fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i need more time with my com before it's gone!&lt;br /&gt; -sign out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-743396331148938633?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/743396331148938633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=743396331148938633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/743396331148938633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/743396331148938633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sweet-escapehas-come-to-end.html' title='My Sweet Escape.....Has come to an End.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-1994682550689238531</id><published>2007-11-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:35:57.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>This is my Timetable for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playcom&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Playcom&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;And it just goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAAHAHAHA I AM ENJOYING IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i cant imagine how i am going back to army la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song So Suits my TimeTable.&lt;br /&gt;Just replace playcom,eat,sleep to slash,dot,dash respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving Life&lt;br /&gt;She's my Gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are u.&lt;br /&gt;where am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1994682550689238531?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1994682550689238531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=1994682550689238531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1994682550689238531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1994682550689238531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-34918915501147498</id><published>2007-10-25T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:08:17.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSS!!!! FINALLY A CAMP CHANGE!</title><content type='html'>For Those Doesnt know, I've been planning to get out of seletar camp since MAY.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got out of that shitty camp, and to a decent one, Pasir Labar Camp.&lt;br /&gt;New, Clean and So much better.&lt;br /&gt;Cant Wait to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I Already went for my operation and i now don have bird bird liao so no need serve NS liao. HAHAAHAHA NO LA JOKING LA. But seriously, i did went for an operation regarding my leg injury so now i'm CAST. Painful and Itchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, Change Of Camp Would be One Of My Best Birthday Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Whole New Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song Is the Song that i wanted to put in my blog once i got posted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanting to do that since May too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at this corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Very Chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Very Song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself that this Day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me recall some scenes in camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people telling me that i couldnt make it out here, stop trying, they wouldnt let me go and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank them, The More They Say It is Impossible, The More I want to Show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Keep Believing that I Could Do It and I Finally made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling is Just.....mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song Describe It All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-34918915501147498?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/34918915501147498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=34918915501147498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/34918915501147498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/34918915501147498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/10/yessss-finally-camp-change.html' title='YESSSS!!!! FINALLY A CAMP CHANGE!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-5607038755082452329</id><published>2007-10-15T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:29:48.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...yes My Plans...!</title><content type='html'>After almost 3 weeks of holidays, i finally reached the 2nd last day of my official holiday. Basically i have been clearing My Leaves since 1st of October and now I'm going for something big. 2nd Part of my Holiday but there's something attach to it...well i don know if it's good or bad, just know that i'll not be going around much for my this 2nd part of my holiday, would be staring at the com 24/7. My Specs would be 1 metre thick and 329482kg. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind it's MUCHHHHHHHHHH better than going back to the horrible camp. Anyway, i'll still Work on my upcoming plans to officially get the fuck out of the stupid fucked up camp. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT! It's all gonnna end real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying my time nowadays...it has been such a long time since i've felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;Wish that all my plans gonna work out the way i wan them to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for.....hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-5607038755082452329?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5607038755082452329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=5607038755082452329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5607038755082452329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5607038755082452329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhyes-my-plans.html' title='Ahhh...yes My Plans...!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-1493966481996589570</id><published>2007-09-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:02:51.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Near.</title><content type='html'>I'm just waiting for September to End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Life ahead shall be waiting for me on October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they wan to make me SAF is so slow,&lt;br /&gt;Keep Dragging Stuff for Months.&lt;br /&gt;Make me Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Make Them Wait For Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Pay Back Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just waitinf for my Perrrfect Plan To Excute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But There's always What If's Wondering in My Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things might just...Slip away and i cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure everything's done my way this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Try My Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also always sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Higher the Success Rate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bigger Sacrifices I Have to Make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter wad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wan things to go your way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to somehow sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I Have to Sacrifice for everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then who's sacrificing for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's giving anything to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not talking about presents, u idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ending up Empty Handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Thought I got something in My Hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i try to Hold it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Give me Something Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1493966481996589570?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1493966481996589570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=1493966481996589570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1493966481996589570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1493966481996589570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-is-near.html' title='The End Is Near.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-1148366331398625848</id><published>2007-08-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T06:50:05.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Near.</title><content type='html'>I can smell it.&lt;br /&gt;It's really near now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it's coming&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's soon.&lt;br /&gt;New Camp,&lt;br /&gt;New Life,&lt;br /&gt;New Friends,&lt;br /&gt;New Job&lt;br /&gt;And The Old Me&lt;br /&gt;No more faking to people.&lt;br /&gt;No more that anti social side of me.&lt;br /&gt;No more that kind of life i live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thats wad i wished.&lt;br /&gt;If the new camp is worst or the same state.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't imagine wad else could happen.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is already rock bottom for me.&lt;br /&gt;If i fall even deeper after going to the new camp.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just....take it as it's fated for me to suffer now for the better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my life have stopped since i got into that camp.&lt;br /&gt;It's Big Pause.&lt;br /&gt;Games?&lt;br /&gt;Dota?&lt;br /&gt;World Of Warcraft?&lt;br /&gt;Other Online Games?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say that the person up there really don't wan me to play anymore games.&lt;br /&gt;He took away my time, my graphics card and my money to get a new com.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I get your point. Don Kill My Com Alright?&lt;br /&gt;I still want to blog and chat in msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Now, i'm more into shows.&lt;br /&gt;Heroes, The Office, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Animes Too.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto, bleach, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really got very emotional when watching shows because i'm so into the show that i thought i'm inside the show.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wish i could just throw my life aside and just go into the show.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Shows is like an Escape for me.&lt;br /&gt;Same for playing RPG games that i'm really hooked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because sometimes it reminds me abit of my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs too, Their Lyrics sometimes remind me of my life, my feelings and also my Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Reminders Could really bring me way deep Inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've lost my MP3, maybe i'll just sing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jap Song playing right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach's Opening Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Lyrics Although they sound dumb to some people but not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just keeping flashing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Remind me of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yui - Rolling Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to live in a World of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Without Conflict, Like the One I've seen in my Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I Just can't Keep it Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've Gotta say it Out what I wanna Say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Bus stop at Twilight, on the way Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Saying ByeByeBye to the Sad Backs of Others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your Face doesn't Show your Fighting pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A World like the One I've seen in my Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Without Conflict, Daily Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But in Reality, I sometimes Worry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love And The Day to Day Grind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Those Rolling Days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Would Never Hold a Lie, No Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All My Loving, Without it, I Can't Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Love Like this I've Seen in my Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers Searching for Hidden Faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But In Reality, the Days We Can't Meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue On but I Believe in Lonely Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even if You Stumble, Way to Go...YEAHH YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Muddled Rolling Star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1148366331398625848?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1148366331398625848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=1148366331398625848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1148366331398625848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1148366331398625848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-is-near.html' title='The End Is Near.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-2368239031929260658</id><published>2007-08-11T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:35:17.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Shit</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that might get me into big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I would NEVER drink like that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd time i got drunk and this time it's much worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Both Times, I sprained my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with getting drunk and spraining ankle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like peanut and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's the hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck i'm not getting drunk ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to have things go well for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just always becoming worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go back in time and fix things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanted to amend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish they have a time machine in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not talking suicidal, i'm just say that when my time comes and i go up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really wish god can let me restart my life with my memory still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-2368239031929260658?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/2368239031929260658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=2368239031929260658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/2368239031929260658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/2368239031929260658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/08/deep-shit.html' title='Deep Shit'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-5523646971145884269</id><published>2007-08-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:49:48.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Messy Mess.</title><content type='html'>Camp Stuff Not Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's not only not done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in a bloody Mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Confused about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song Somehow Sums up how i'm feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very confused and lost feeling...this is feeling is like my first day of my primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Just started out with a......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Didnt know that It Would End up Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, how long am i going to be so sad and emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Please Get me Out of My Camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-5523646971145884269?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5523646971145884269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=5523646971145884269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5523646971145884269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5523646971145884269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/08/confusing-messy-mess.html' title='Confusing Messy Mess.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-6883726452200170755</id><published>2007-07-05T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:50:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost hopes</title><content type='html'>Well, once again nothing went right but just that this time(for those that don wan to hear me whine please scroll to the very end.)Everything didnt went as bad as i thought....IT WENT WORST. omg la, i just wish all this is just a bad dream or i'm just in this long ass coma and waiting to wake up so someone plz wake me up. Oh god...why does things need to be this fucked up, it's like i just to pang sai and i end up causing the nations to declare war with each other and ALL the neuclear bombs or wadever bombs all launched everywhere so indirectly just because i pang sai it caused the world to end. fuccked up. Why cant i just pang my sai peacefully without any thing happening...cant world just freezes and let me enjoy that orgasm for a moment? Why must they force me to cut my shit half and have shit all over my ass then tell me do this and that. bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallly wish all this would end real quick. This couldnt drag anymore. By this month, i'll give it this final month. guys give me power. Power to kill everyone in my camp and destroy it. Osama if u're reading this, plz for heaven sake do something good and bomG seletar camp. one thing to remember, YOU MUST WALK AROUND 3KM FROM THE BUS STOP TO MY CAMP SO I SUGGEST U TAKE A TAXI BEFORE U BOMG THE WRONG PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, is this the life u planned for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that all this is just to let me know how's the worst is like so that i'm able to enjoy and appreciate wad i have later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knows how lonely i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how sad and dark when i'm in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is because i always talk to no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only i can see no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love No One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you No One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank fucking you, I'm hating this.&lt;br /&gt;oh god how emo can i be.&lt;br /&gt;don you think it's wasting time reading all this?&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing all this just because just because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wishes never come true before so no point saying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-6883726452200170755?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6883726452200170755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=6883726452200170755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6883726452200170755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/6883726452200170755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-hopes.html' title='lost hopes'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-1823717690842071010</id><published>2007-06-10T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:57:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need answers.</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 months at that evil camp where all the evil people gather except me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why to let me become like them i must shut off all communication and become a super anti-social. Thats why sometimes i'll be very quiet, maybe it's the influence of the personality i have in the camp. I'm really really lonely there. i'm always at this particular chair outside the office, nearest to a corner. there's this small hole that might be a drain which have a metal red cover and sometimes there's this one frog jump out and feed on the trail of ants. It's always that same frog that came out of that hole to feed on the ants...So to make more ants to come, i put a waste basket there to attract more ants. Sometimes it croaks damn loud in that hole, i'll just stare at it and wishing to see it feeding on ants. I can just stare at it all day till 5-6pm when i can get the fuck out of the camp. And of course i cant just sit there the whole day not doing anything. Those bastards will just call me to do stuff that drivers are not suppose to do. I'm a taxi driver cum bangala worker cum maid. I cum on them then they know. cb. It's always so depressing to go back to that stupid place. I seriously don mind if everyone there don give a fuck about me and just do wad they are suppose to do. BUT, they are not like that they like to fuck up things for me and always FIND TROUBLE for me. Sometimes i just wanna fucking take a chainsaw and kill them all but thats a crime right? so unfair. Well, this is the time i can train to be calm and patience even though the situation is at it's FUCKEST UP point. SAF is so freakin slow, everything u do, you'll only get the results after afew months. I'm sick of planning on how to get the fuck out of the camp  and acting like someone else i am not everytime i go into the camp. But I Must do all that because i cannot stay in that camp no matter wad. I just know that my plan would work. i just will. It's like fishing in a pail with only one big fat fish and i'm using 849723894723 hooks to hook it up. Confirm can hook the shit out of the fish one lor. That is how confident i am to succeeding this plan. But the thing is, it's taking alot of time...more and more doubts coming in one by one...My confident slowly fades down. Alot of people there always put up a mask when talking to me. Try to "console" me and tell me that "this is army, when they put u here means u're here for good, no point struggling and trying to change camp. It's useless, many people wanted to get out of here and all of them didnt make it, some waited till they gonna ord and some tried so hard that they got charged and some just gave up." he said some other stuff too but i just turned and smile at him and got up of my seat and just walked away. The more people telling me all this, the more i wan to make it happen. I just make sure i'll not be too crazy about it till i got myself into a big pile of shit. At the very most, i'll be the one waiting and planning how to get the fuck out of this camp till i ORD. I cannot give up just like that, it just something i wan to do for myself and i wan it to happen. No matter wad is the result. I'll still be proud that i didnt give up. Well, i've been talking to another me so self-consoling is something i learnt during...army. I've been writing alot when i'm doing duties at night. Sometimes i just write myself to sleep or just write till breakfast(5.30am). Most of the time it includes writing and drawing. Lots of random scribbling, drawings that i drew wad i felt at that moment. I've been listening alot of radio, gold 90.5fm and 98.7fm. laughed and sang to myself while listening to the radio and yes there's nobody in the office except me. The office's aircon is a piece of shit. Without another fan there it probably as good as a graphics card fan. no bed so i have combine chairs to sleep SO most of the time i didnt sleep which will fuck up my next day as i need to do so much sai kang. And i did most of the duties  it's even more than some people that already here for more than half a year.  Ok, enough of army stuff. I've enough of army stuff in camp, i don wan to bring it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, This Blog is mostly for myself to read and maybe some very close frenz who are interested. this blog have been more and more boring and dead. If i have a counter for this blog it would be 3 digits, u know why? because 90% of the time it's me who visit the blog...come to think of it maybe even 99%. if u're searching for something interesting to read, u would probably not come to my blog. It's just something for myself. i love to write than to talk. Although my english is not fantastic. but READABLE la. no chim chim ang moh. just primary school english. LOL. i donno, i just enjoy chatting in msn than talking face to face in a cafe. Sometimes i might be very noisy and fun thats because i wan myself to have as much fun as possible before i go in camp again...which is damn shitty. I think i used less than 30 sentences when i'm in camp before 6pm. , those sentences include "Hello, auntie i wan more rice". Ya it includes all the conversation i had to anybody no matter how short it is.  The only times that i opened my mouth is when i eat, yawn and stare at the blank or stare at the frog eating ants. And after 6pm i would call people up for a long ass chat but most of the time i didnt have the luck of finding anyone to talk for long. So just go with my drawing and writing...OK WAIT DIDNT I SAY NO ARMY STUFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...  so i made a paragraph for nothing. Ok...Weekends is always the best. It's the time i can do wad i really wan and also meet up familiar faces and be myself. And importantly i can have time with my mum. I just miss the civilian life i had. So free and now i know how to appreciate so many things that i didnt even noticed in the past. The fact that humans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans only know to appreciate something after it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Coming Tuesday, i shall get some answers for some questions itching me.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's a camp thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that i'm always lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have no one to love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Because of all that...i made some friends.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1823717690842071010?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1823717690842071010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=1823717690842071010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1823717690842071010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1823717690842071010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-answers.html' title='i need answers.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-1251700181262114281</id><published>2007-05-24T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T03:56:35.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix My Life.</title><content type='html'>It has been a MESS.&lt;br /&gt;As Usual, Army Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;This Song Playing Right Now, Hits Me when first heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Then It Became the Song That i always play as i walk my way to camp at 11pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;The People there and the Place is just "unstayable".&lt;br /&gt;Here i am fixing people's problems in army&lt;br /&gt;And I have Big Problems that i havent solve them yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, No wonder they say it's easier to be said than to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank god my shitty life in the weekdays have made my weekends damn wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;HomeClub Is Damnnnnnn bloody orgasmic after a shitty week.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since i got High Lah!&lt;br /&gt;Really Wish to go there again, music there is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Great Company, Cheap Beerrrr And Awesome Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Everything in My Army should be settling down by around mid of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fix You - Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best but &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;when you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 may is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Moments Gone Forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fuckin emo fuck shit hell nehneh pok cheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1251700181262114281?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1251700181262114281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=1251700181262114281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1251700181262114281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/1251700181262114281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/05/fix-my-life.html' title='Fix My Life.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-2839897830267213072</id><published>2007-05-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:54:58.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something crazy inside</title><content type='html'>did something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;just to get some air.&lt;br /&gt;this cannot continue.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just.&lt;br /&gt;probably just crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;I need a camp change.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-2839897830267213072?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-6375220301762398712</id><published>2007-05-13T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T05:38:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to die about</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be harder than i thought. would be posting after i get out of this piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Wish&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Beg To Make My Life Better.&lt;br /&gt;Is that something very complicated?&lt;br /&gt;fuck la. please la.&lt;br /&gt;just give it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-6375220301762398712?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/6375220301762398712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-1718475746295935759</id><published>2007-05-13T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T05:37:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to die about</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be harder than i thought. would be posting after i get out of this piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Wish&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Beg To Make My Life Better.&lt;br /&gt;Is that something very complicated?&lt;br /&gt;fuck la. please la.&lt;br /&gt;just give it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-1718475746295935759?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/1718475746295935759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-5443695436032593347</id><published>2007-04-20T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:44:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dumb Shit</title><content type='html'>I seriously dont know what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just too bored or want to have the feeling of escape or want to experience new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Reasons, I'm being so freaking dumb to escape from my camp.&lt;br /&gt;I Seriously don't know WHAT got into me to go out of that camp.&lt;br /&gt;I even thought that i'm possessed or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's That Regretting and Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Man, i saw so many signs that told me not to do it but...somehow things really got abit too perfect for me to escape then fucked. I'm fucked big time now.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday i shall post again, Wishing it's just afew Extras.&lt;br /&gt;WISHHHINGGG&lt;br /&gt;If It's only afew extras then i swear to everything i got that i wont do anything stupid or risky in army ever again, No Matter wad.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this week's not bad...i just made it damn horrible within one day.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA. I THINK I'M TOO BORED AND START DOING DUMB SHIT LIKE THIS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;I gonna throw myself into addiction in some RPG games again. That would occupy me for quite some time. It's the "GAMES IS MY LIFE AND GIRLS ARE JUST DECORATIONS IN THIS WORLD, THEY JUST THERE TO MAKE THE WHOLE PLACE LOOK NICE, THEY WOULDNT TALK TO YOU" Mode. That Mode...wont get me into any troubles...maybe some small ones like i play until my eyes explode and my brains transform in a T-rex and eat up the rest of my body. Yup Thats Just a Tiny Winy LiL Problem. DANNNY! HAVE A NICE DAY AND WEEK AND MONTH AND YEAR CAN??? NO MORE TROUBLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-5443695436032593347?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/5443695436032593347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=5443695436032593347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5443695436032593347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/5443695436032593347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-dumb-shit.html' title='Stupid Dumb Shit'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-199654929604481465</id><published>2007-04-12T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:27:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Days</title><content type='html'>At Fucking Last, My Driving Course Have Finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Have Been Staying Out Which means i'm not staying overnight in the dumb camp.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know...I Havent been updating for a Month or so already, It's Because i have no time for blogging and surfing the net when i'm in the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend i only want to spend time rolling and sleeping on my bed with AIR CON AND NOT A BLOODY CEILING FAN WITH A SPEED OF 1mm PER HOUR. And also to spend time with my mum, although we're watching tv and eating and there's not much talking, i still feel so wonderful being around with her.&lt;br /&gt;The Sound Of her Stirring her cup of coffee when her spoon hits the cup, it has a wonderful rhythm.Sound Of her cooking stuff, chopping stuff, swearing at the neighbour who doesnt know how to dry their fucking clothes before they hang them out, all those rhythms...i can remember them for life.&lt;br /&gt;And then Of Course going out with my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;thats about it that i do on my weekends, anyway it's only 30 hours for me before i go back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;The Bunks In Camp are super Disgusting, I bathe like 2-3 times a Day(morning 1 time and night 2 times). The Bunks sometime have insects flying around and invade my bed. The Worst thing is I accidently Squashedddd them and leave a Wonderful Bloody Mess which look like an alien's Cum which i never see before but i think they look like that...i think...i hope...ok fuck you all. Anyway Bunks in Camps EXCEPT TEKONG which is so wonderful, are fucking shitty and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very very emo days when staying over there every single day. Being a Anti-social Weird Guy Who Always Hiding at one Corner to Emo my brains out. I Really sooooo sad that i need to write down things that have happened today, because i have no one to talk to about it over there. Writing a diary and reading it sounds kinda dumb but i did it. But I'm not Dumb, It's the person who says that it sounds dumb is dumb...thats also me...OK SCREW YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now i gonna post all my entries that i have written on a salted-veg exercise book. But there is not much Entries i had, i only write when i'm really is feeling down Happy Reading...And Oh yeah, About the song that is playing now which is also interrupting your song that u were listening to, It's the song That i try to console myself every morning during the bustrip to the driving camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/3/07, I Thought This Day Would Never Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day Which is So Sad, So Lonely and So Frustrating that i need to write this rubbish in this crappy book. I really thought my day would be a good one because i started driving with a very nice new instructor, as my previous instructor went for reservice( THANK GOD). He could chat and point out my mistakes at the same time. Quite a Pleasant conversation for the very first time when driving in this course. Then I went to parking, this is where my day crumbles. I don't know why suddenly my parking has become from bad to worst. Then Whats Worst is, People there, they was like laughing and insulting, super discouraging lor and i got worst and worst. I Know i'm abit slow in learning at times and did alot of mistakes but i totally dont derserve all this. No one was actually teaching me, even the instructor for PARKING. He was most of the time shouting and scolding. I was abit down after that session then I went for assesment, things got worst, the old smelly dickhead already wanted to fail me at the very beginning when i start the vehicle. He's a Fucked up Piece of Shit. Said all the Discouraging stuff, Chee bye la, i was looking out for a big truck to crash with...most preferably more to his side. Well, actually i'm kinda use to those insults and stuff but the very thing that really brings me down is,&lt;br /&gt;I thought Today Was Gonna be Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/3/07, Here I Am Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Lots of Crap again. Yesterday was really slack and kinda enjoying. There was no public road driving or parking of vehicles. It was just like a funfair or theme park. There are stations like stalls in a theme park. One of the best day i had in this course probably. today was abit fucked up. We had crosscountry(uneven+hilly roads) and camoflaging the vehicle and night driving. Fucked up. Just a summary of today, I was sweating like crazy, tired,smelly and HORNY. I NEED A GIRL!!! Anyway, as usual i was fucked afew times(scolded la, not getting my ass fucked la). Then wads worst, THERE IS NO BUS RIDES. In other words, there's no time for me to date my ipod. And My ipod was under the sun the whole time. I was worrying for my ipod the whole time LA! Therefore i decided not to bring her along and rest her in my cardboard, no more sun or shocks because i'm having crosscountry again tml. Just wishing that tml will pass fast and weekends will last. I'm always waiting and looking forward to the Weekends. Real Bad. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/3/07, Cast Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day passes, more and more people have passed. In other words, lesser people are staying here. Well, this kind of psychology of forcing people to pass is really working. It was first 46 people staying together and every thing we do we must queue and it would be crowded and noisy. All these doesnt last for long, only after a month or two we left with 19 people living in blk205 4th floor 5 bunks for 19 people. Imagine how empty is the bunks. Well, I'm not very attached to this bunch of people so i don't really mind much. Just abit weird having so few people around. My bunk has only 2 guys left. Me and other guy. In this course so far, I have learnt some stuff about myself and of course driving itself, I have become stronger mentally, there are some people that i can never mix with because they irritate the fuck out of me. When i start being anti-social, somehow people really thinks that I am Gay. I guess it is because some of them came to borrow my hp to call or sms then they saw someone called "Brat Pitt's Gay"...THATS JON! I'm just too lazy to change back after Chak Did thopse changes. I also found out  that i'm abit SLOW in learning and stuff. Now I Only wish to  get out of here as soon as possible. I Really hate this kind of lowdown life. I'm Emo almost everyday, Scolded like a dog, anti-social everyday and also praying for smses or calls to talk to someone. pathetic. Thank God I have my Ipod around to calm me down and my ipod is always there for me when i'm really down(It's dying sooon T.T). Even i Finish this damn course, I have new things to worry about... Things like which camp i'm posted to? Issit fucked up? I'm only limited to EAST camps which all of those camps are Stay In Camps. I can't stay in because it would only make me a very sad, emo person. AND even if i'm staying out, I'll be travelling for like an hour or two. You all may think all these are just minor stuff, why is danny complaining so much for? Reason is...Minor Stuff Will always add up and become a Major problem which end up a sad lonely patheic emo Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/3/07, Shocking day.&lt;br /&gt;This Day was damn unexpected, so unexpected that I didnt write yesterday because I wanted write about my "Last Day" Of staying in then i thought of just writing about the Day that I Passed On My Blog Directly when i get home. Well, the Sad Truth is I failed again. Was It My Luck? Or Was it My Driving that is really bad? *sigh* It's Just not My Day Yet. but Now My bunk Left Just ME. No more chatting to anyone else. Just me and my ipod. A Whole Bunk of 10 beds, Only two occupied, one for my ipod...no la i combine beds.  No Mood for anything until i pass my dumb Driving Test. Now I Understand what they meant when they say being drivers in SAF, One of the toughest part is finishing the course and not getting into accidents. Well, it's one of my most disappointing day and probably the saddest day of my army life.&lt;br /&gt;27/3/07, The day that sucks so bad. As Emo as i get, this is gonna be a long night. Lots of thinking and wishes made but will it really come true? i cant continue to write anymore. My brains just keep stoning. Fuck. God Help me. Anyone Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/4/07, THE FUCKING LAST DAY&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's My TP, probably my last one I hope. Reaalllllllllly wish to pass this time time. I Don't want to fail...no i dont...nono. I Cannot make failure happen again! Gonna give everything i got!!! Well, not gonna say much! Not gonna sleep at my own bunk because i want to have enough sleep instead of thinking and imaging stuff....&lt;br /&gt;I MUST PASSSSSS TOMORRROWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES I WILL PASS!!&lt;br /&gt;YES I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/4/07, FINALLY THE ROCK HAS PASSED THE FREAKINNN DRIVING TESTT!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SMELALALAALLALLALALAALAAA, WHAT THE ROCK IS COOOKIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I motherfuckin passed the cheebye test by a strict tester. I feel like i'm the best driver in the whole world. Finally Bitch. Gonna jump around the camp naked now. Ciao~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats my days in my course. Pretty A Long Post huh... Gonna do Another Post About This lousy week i had. Thats All Folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-199654929604481465?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/199654929604481465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=199654929604481465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/199654929604481465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/199654929604481465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/04/hell-days.html' title='Hell Days'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-840195070142984895</id><published>2007-03-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:12:39.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic emo days.</title><content type='html'>have been into a driver course for a month plus&lt;br /&gt;not as good as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;only booking out on saturdays at 1pm then going back in on sunday at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;i miss&lt;br /&gt;my room&lt;br /&gt;my bed&lt;br /&gt;my stuff&lt;br /&gt;most importantly my mum.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant undestand why they cant give us a longer weekend break.&lt;br /&gt;well, wad shit can we do about it?&lt;br /&gt;tekong BMT was a great experience because there were great people there.&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;They all like pang sai.&lt;br /&gt;I must LOCK my cardboard at all time even if i just need to go toilet or shower for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise my stuff will be BORROWED or STOLEN.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Shit Skin People.&lt;br /&gt;Stop Praying to the Wall and Go Bang the Wall and just die.&lt;br /&gt;They donnno wads limitation until they go over it.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there some people from china but they are like always among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Nice bunch of people but don really can click with them.&lt;br /&gt;They are weird.&lt;br /&gt;Or am i?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm either alone or hanging around with afew of my chinese bunkmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one time, someone came over while i'm daydreaming with my ipod and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, Why are you always alone?"&lt;br /&gt;"Donno, Maybe everyone else are Anti-Socials"&lt;br /&gt;Then He gave me the dotdotdot face and sat down to chat with me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he spoilt my date with my Lovely Pink Ipod but it's ok, I Forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm so quiet and sometimes looking real sad till even the guy in charge of us noticed it, i dont know how but he just did. When i'm Sitting down somewhere looking for the end of never ending sky, He Came Over and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Danny, You Ok anot? Why u always look so sad? You got girlfriend problem Is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup"&lt;br /&gt;"What problem? You Can Tell me Maybe i can help?"&lt;br /&gt;"My gf problem is I dont Have A Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;"..........."&lt;br /&gt;"Danny You Take Care Ok?" Then he walks off and i continue my daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Week i only look forward to Something.&lt;br /&gt;Not to Pass My Tests or Assessments.&lt;br /&gt;Not to train hard enough to pass my TP.&lt;br /&gt;Not to driving.&lt;br /&gt;Not to Going back to bunk and rest.&lt;br /&gt;Not to have time to Slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only two things i look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;The Bus Ride from my circuit(where all the training take place) to sembawang camp(place that i sleep)&lt;br /&gt;That Bus Ride is the only Place I can totally spend time with my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a candlelight dinner with someone u love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Real Emotions will Rush Out.&lt;br /&gt;It's just My Ipod and Me.(i Make sure NO ONE sits beside me)&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a long ride, 45 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Then The Journey Begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I Switched on my Ipod,&lt;br /&gt;The Light Shined Up My Face.&lt;br /&gt;Put On My EarPlugs.&lt;br /&gt;Lie On The Chair&lt;br /&gt;Then Close My Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod would Bring me to Another World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know wad i always do when i'm alone in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always peek on My Phone for any messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Kept On Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling My Phonebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my empty Inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even msged some people but most of the time no replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As If One Message Might just popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God Did Sent Me a Message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day, My Phone Battery Got Burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Card Melted abit and The Battery Plastic Melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really pissed or anything like that although i have no more non camera phone to replace that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Now get the Message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop fucking look at your dumb phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Bother To Message You Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt Mean You See Other People Happily talking on the phone or Messaging then You'll Also Have The Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Misses You,&lt;br /&gt;No One Thought About You,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Have Forgetten You.&lt;br /&gt;You Fucking Dont Need a Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Go Back To Your Corner and Listen to Your Dumb Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This Kind Of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will This Ever End?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-840195070142984895?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/840195070142984895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=840195070142984895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/840195070142984895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/840195070142984895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/03/pathetic-emo-days.html' title='pathetic emo days.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-116816694399989225</id><published>2007-01-07T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:23:05.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Flying Purple Hippos</title><content type='html'>i have been thinking of wad title to put until i'm fucking pissed. So there u go Happy Flying Purple Hippos.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen since i last posted, happy ones...sad ones...sooo yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very happy though the title have "happy" stated there. i just wish sometimes things would work out my way. hmmm....being kinda emo when i'm at home so i'll try to go out but then no one to go out with and wan to appreciate the time staying in my room and most importantly accompanying my mum than going out alone and be emo with my pink ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it has been so long since i last blogged. My entry was abt when i just finished BMT... thats like afew months ago...ok lemme update myself abit. I was posted to RP(Regasijdiashudihuasd Police, dumbass name) which is freakin idiotic and boring. It's Like Security guard at the gate holding a dumbass gun standing there for 392847823642784232364782 hours. So as a Singapore Brave Courageous Soldier, i went OOC(Out Of Course) and then became SKW(Sai Kang Warrior) for a month or two. SKW was overall a not bad experience at least i get to book out everyday. suddenly, one day i finally got my second posting...then ironically i felt bad leaving that camp...i just got familiar with the camp, got to know afew friends, made my bunkbed so comfortable for myself, everything was so...hmmm just like how i felt when i'm leaving BMT but overall experience BMT was the best! Then first day going to the new camp...they called me to do sai kang again but it's in the office so I THOUGHT it's ok so i did everything the sirs told me to do then they fucking dragg me till 11pm! from MORNING! TILL 11PM! and it's not like i got alot of things to do! most of the time i was waiting for him to finish chatting with HIS FUCKING FRIENDS ON THE CHEEBYE PHONE. i got into the LAST TRAIN. THANK GOD I GOT THE LAST TRAIN. CHEEEE...  Then i decided to get a TWO DAYS MC. Muahahhaa it worked for the first time... YAY! then on my second day of MC....a Miracle happened! Just wad i wanted for the first ever time in NS. I GOT INTO THE DRIVING COURSE LAST MINUTE! That means no more sai kang in the office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for it the following day, saw alot of malaysians and people from china AND ALOT MORE OF THOSE BROWN POOP LOOKING PEOPLE. I hate them all. Cant they accept that we hate them and never want to do anything or go near them? fucking hell. and my bunk SUAY SUAY have two of them and one VERY DARK GUY. i wish they will just die in some freak accident while driving in the public road. they spoil my bunk la. fuckin hell...it's like dead pixels on your PSP screen...fucking Irritating and destroying your fun and the PSP. Anyway it has been a week or so...booking out sat afternoon and booking in sunday night(2130)...so fucking idiotic. every week have only 24hrs or less than 24hrs of civilian life per week. ARGHHH. 20 March, i'll be finishing my darn course then life will be fun and easy......i hope. around 40 more days from now. OH GOD LET THIS 40 DAYS PASSBY AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every bunk, there are 10 people sleeping in it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will have a buddy.&lt;br /&gt;My Bunk Have 9 people sleeping, there will be one guy without a buddy.&lt;br /&gt;That One Guy is Me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Famous Last Words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know That I can't make you stay&lt;br /&gt;But where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;But where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;But where's your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I could say&lt;br /&gt;To change that part&lt;br /&gt;To change that part&lt;br /&gt;To change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights, they cast a shadow&lt;br /&gt;But can I speak?&lt;br /&gt;Well is it hard understanding&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete&lt;br /&gt;A life that's so demanding&lt;br /&gt;I get so weak&lt;br /&gt;A love that's so demanding&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm out here&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;Of a jet black hotel mirror&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so weak&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard understanding&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete&lt;br /&gt;A love that's so demanding&lt;br /&gt;I get weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights have always blinded me&lt;br /&gt;These bright lights have always blinded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;I see you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;br /&gt;Awake and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone (Or dead)&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home(Or dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone (Or dead)&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home(Or dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to keep on livingI am not afraid to walk this world alone (Or dead)&lt;br /&gt;Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say can stop me going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Just Feel abit Lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite Lonely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116816694399989225?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116816694399989225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116816694399989225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116816694399989225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116816694399989225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-flying-purple-hippos.html' title='Happy Flying Purple Hippos'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116634543417290987</id><published>2006-12-16T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:53:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to MYYYYYYYYYYY Black Parade</title><content type='html'>I finished BMT, it was very crappy...i'm just practically waiting for meals everyday.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...Nowadays i got the feel to go club so during this block leave i already when twice...&lt;br /&gt;Well...come to think of it, i did alot of mistakes(i mean when i club) cos at times i'm either too shy or abit blur. ANYWAYS...I Find that people especially those already posted to somewhere already, they cant take the fact that i have a slack (and maybe good)vocation. They keep saying that it would be very tough and bored and got tons of guard duties. CANT THEY FUCKING WISH ME SOME GOOD STUFF INSTEAD? DOESNT MEAN U GOT A SHITTY VOCATION SO I MUST HAVE A SHITTY ONE TOO. Some think their fucking vocation is the best in whole world and no one can a better one. WHATS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!? Cant u just wish me something good and wish that i get a slack job there or something NICE? Some people are born with dicks on their mouth as a tongue. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if i REALLY get a shitty vocation, i would NEVER curse people like that, the very least i'll do is to wish him that he'll get a 8-5 job or a SIMPLE GOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of NS...ok seriously i have paused for like 15 minutes after i wrote "Enough of NS", i spent 15 minutes on writing those 3 dots. Ok...real stuff, I find my blog is more for those close frenz and for myself and NOT for the public. The reason behind is my blog is not public-friendly becos of the things i write...public would find it boring and tiring to go on reading. Well, would try to make my blog more public friendly but still would have some inside jokes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THOSE PEOPLE GOING TO CLUB! PLEASE TAKE ME ALONG WITH YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just having a urge to club nowadays...don ask me why. It's like asking why suddenly u have cravings for some dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO! I'm Freaking HOOOKEEED to this song!&lt;br /&gt;so lets.....welcome MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to My Black Parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was,&lt;br /&gt;A young boy,&lt;br /&gt;My father, took me into the city&lt;br /&gt;To see a marching band&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was,&lt;br /&gt;A young boy&lt;br /&gt;My father, took me into the city&lt;br /&gt;To see a marching band&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;And other times I feel like I should go&lt;br /&gt;And through it all, the rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;The bodies in the street&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone we want you all to know&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on, We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;Until my heart I can't contain it&lt;br /&gt;The anthem won't explain it&lt;br /&gt;A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're misery and hate will kill us all&lt;br /&gt;So paint it black and take it back&lt;br /&gt;Lets shout it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Defiant to the end we hear the call&lt;br /&gt;To carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on,&lt;br /&gt;And though your dead and gone believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though your broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches on&lt;br /&gt;And on we carry through the fears&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The disappointed faces of your peers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world will never take my (heart)&lt;br /&gt;Go and try; you’ll never break me&lt;br /&gt;We want it all, we want to play this (part)&lt;br /&gt;I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)&lt;br /&gt;Give a cheer, for all the broken&lt;br /&gt;Listen here, because it’s who we are&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man; I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy, whose meant to sing this (song)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man; I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Don'tCare&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though your broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches on&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world will never take my (heart)&lt;br /&gt;Go and try; you’ll never break me&lt;br /&gt;We want it all, we want to play this (part)&lt;br /&gt;I won’t explain, or say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I’m unashamed, I’m gonna show my (scar)&lt;br /&gt;Give a cheer, for all the broken&lt;br /&gt;Listen here, because it’s who we are&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man; I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy, who had to sing this (song)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man; I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick Of The Mask I'm Wearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116634543417290987?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116634543417290987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116634543417290987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116634543417290987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116634543417290987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-to-myyyyyyyyyyy-black-parade.html' title='Welcome to MYYYYYYYYYYY Black Parade'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116447698782412315</id><published>2006-11-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:49:47.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Passed</title><content type='html'>Weeks Passed In A Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Many Things Happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet There Is Still So Many Things Has To Be Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMT Finishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a Bunch Of New Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Hope To Keep In Touch After POC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I Changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I Still Feeling so Lost And Lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tired Of Being Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I Have Changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I Have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Seem To Prefer Telling My Friends about the happenings in my Life Face to Face Than Blogging Down Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Just.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Another Way Of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Another Way of Escaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116447698782412315?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116447698782412315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116447698782412315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116447698782412315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116447698782412315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-passed.html' title='Days Passed'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116210278931375748</id><published>2006-10-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:22:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Day Finally Has Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day that go into NS/Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel excited and also......fuck it's a weird and fucked up feeling. Will Miss My Mum, My frenz and My Room. Although i knew alot of JC nerds that already is inside, told me their experiences but i'm still abit worried about going in. Worry about wad? lotsa things. Just wish that after i cut botak...i wan to be as happy-go-lucky as i was last time(i was botak last time) All My Problems and My Hair will be cut down and thrown away. Argh...i wanted to say so much stuff but i cant. First, i only can write a post properly when i'm ALONE but i'm not...my freakin dad KEEP ON pestering me. Fucking irritating...irritating me to death and also i don have much time left, got to pack check and saying goodbye to the things in my room. Holding them and using them before i go. Sounds Weird huh. Hahas. Cant say Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Problems will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Everything is Left Unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'm Somehow Still In Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116210278931375748?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116210278931375748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116210278931375748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116210278931375748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116210278931375748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-finally-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116182290246505467</id><published>2006-10-25T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:35:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Has CUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116182290246505467?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116182290246505467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116182290246505467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116182290246505467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116182290246505467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-has-cum.html' title='The Day Has CUM.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116094667301294490</id><published>2006-10-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:17:54.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it, fuck it all</title><content type='html'>Going NS in 10 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bday in 12 days time...lol...2 days after i'm in NS. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what i think is best for me is to fuck it all and enjoy life for now until i go into Army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've made it sound like i have a breast cancer or something like that. ok now i should just spend more time with my Mum and my Good Friends! Before i tranformed into a botak and start learning how to wank quietly and with the least movement and WITHOUT PORN. fuckkkkk. It's like shitting with a cactus up your arse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NS is a good way for me to burn allllllllll those fats and pump up some muscles! I Don wan to be mistaken as a pregnant whale when i go swimming or put parking coupons on my forehead wherever i sit down. Well, NS could be fun! i could do bo liao things to people there where i cant normally do it in here.&lt;br /&gt;Like, Shouting "I CHOOSE YOU PIKACHU" while throwing a grenade, Fart as Loud as you can in master parades Especially when everyone are standing quietly, write a suicidal note and write someone's name(preferably those you hate) and drop them near the officiers office, trade FHM magazines for night snacks, last but not least, whenever you cork up...give a innocent stare at your superior then smile and finish off with a cute pose.&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS NS IS BORING AND WASTE OF TIME? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Just making myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for now just enjoy civilian life and have fun(with myself...LOL) then Most Importantly Listen to Dr Bombay Songs! Even The Tiger Took His Family still so happily Singing! His Songs are so Cutexzxzxzxzxz~! omfgwtfbbq... danny is so gay. HAHAS~&lt;br /&gt;I'm Only gay to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Since i have no one to fall in love with, i fell in love with myself and at the same time hate myself in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;And I Need A Nice Tagboard that Actually LAST.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them became some error in my blog...It's like a babe with a big juicy fat mole with LOTS of hair which you couldnt resist yourself from saying "molely molely molely molely molely" repeatedly. But I donno which brand or wadever it is called, is better. So Please do Introduce me to some nice long lasting non-lagging Tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just noticed that it has been quite sometime that i have posted a post that doesnt have any sad emo stuff in it! God Please make me a Happier Man. Woman can Make me a Happier Man SOMEHOW...HMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man+BigBoobs+NiceAss= Very Happy Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116094667301294490?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116094667301294490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116094667301294490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116094667301294490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116094667301294490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck-it-fuck-it-all.html' title='fuck it, fuck it all'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116034649138437085</id><published>2006-10-08T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:28:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooot</title><content type='html'>Songs On My Blog!&lt;br /&gt;BUTTDEE THANKS FOR YOUR KIND HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;She Helped Me Patiently Even Thought I'm Super Newbie in This Kind Of Blog+Template stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'm here to tell everybody that, i wont be drinking for quite Some Time Because i had a hangover a BAD one...headache,stomach ache, no appetite....etc. Well, The day starts like this, i woke up and online chat awhile untill..evening then jon picked me up to his house have dinner and then watch some DVDs and played some games then met seno and peter to drink. Ok...we at first went to took a look at bumble bee but we all found that it's outer look, look like crap, so we headed to The Cube, then the promotion's over so the drinks aint so cheap anymore SO seno suggested that since we are sooo budget, we should just drink the bottle of Smirnoff(Finally~) i Had at home. So i brought it down and we 3 sit down somewhere at china square with our Bottle of Smirnoff, Chips, 2 bottle of 7up and 3 guys with problems to spill. It was a very Nice experience...We Talked about Our Life, Girls, Future, Past, Problems...just everything under the Full Moon. Well...Most of the Bottle is finished by me and seno...peter just drank a cup with 90% 7up...lol...No Doubt Seno And I Love to get High. It's all Fun and Stuff...But This is the Catch, The Hangover would be really BAD for me(at least for me). Would like to have this kind of Night again BUT!!! Not Soon huh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Seno and I Are doing some "Project" And IF it doesnt go our way.....i got some leftover money... my backup plan is to use all those money to drink till we both die. wad a great plan. Really Wish This Would Work Out Fine since so many things already not working out for me...LET THIS WORK OUT OK! DON BE SUCH A BITCH AND FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always Make me play the cat and mouse game Then let me play the waiting game THEN let someone else win the game. __ LOL...Then Wait again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;What a Tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tragedy - Bee Gees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lie&lt;br /&gt;In a lost and lonely part of town&lt;br /&gt;Held in timeIn a world of tears I slowly drown&lt;br /&gt;Goinhome&lt;br /&gt;I just cant take it all alone&lt;br /&gt;I really should be holding you&lt;br /&gt;Holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the feelings gone and you cant go on&lt;br /&gt;Its tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the morning cries and you dont know why&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;With no-one to love you youre&lt;br /&gt;Goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When you lose control and you got no soul&lt;br /&gt;Its tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the morning cries and you dont know why&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;With no-one to love you youre&lt;br /&gt;Goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;Theres a burning down inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Burning love&lt;br /&gt;With a yearning that wont let me be&lt;br /&gt;Down I go&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant take it all alone&lt;br /&gt;I really should be holding you&lt;br /&gt;Holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the feelings gone and you cant go on&lt;br /&gt;Its tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the morning cries and you dont know why&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;With no-one to love you youre&lt;br /&gt;Goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When you lose control and you got no soulIts tragedy&lt;br /&gt;When the morning cries and you dont know why&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;With no-one to love you youre&lt;br /&gt;Goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Need Some Ice Cream and A Hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116034649138437085?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116034649138437085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=116034649138437085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116034649138437085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/116034649138437085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/10/wooot_08.html' title='Wooot'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-116016096514969491</id><published>2006-10-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:59:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days Are Numbered(Going to Army T.T)</title><content type='html'>Well, It's has been a long time since i have blogged...Either busy playing games/wanking OR Lazy cum Donno wad to Blog About.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been spreading this around, I'm Going IN!In Where?NS LAHS!26 oct, 2 days before my bday.how great is that.celebrating with my Officiers and Some other Unknown botaks.-.-Anyway, i don really treat my birthday as my BIG DAY...it's just like any other days but then i get free lunch or dinner. Oh Well, Ready or Not, Botaks Here I Come!Ok that sounded damn gay.not those normal gay, it's those ass fucking gay or let-you-fuck-his-ass gay.&lt;br /&gt;Lets Wish that pes C is as SLACK as i think. Well, If it's as slack as i think i probably try to work out as much as possible in my own pace since i'm so free. good time to exercise.If not slack then they make me exercise at their pace lor.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the NS shit.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing almost nothing after my ITE ended. No Steady Job. Forever Finding Jobs. Always Playing Games and Eat Eat Eat Until Like a Pregnant Hippo. Everybody have their plans and is working on it like, either they are in a poly studying(most of them finishing soon) OR already in NS and have selected a Uni they CAN and want to go. Well, basically I Wasted ANOTHER half a year of my Life. The First Half was finding a suitable ITE So I Keep Jumping Around. Everything's Just Fucked Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Halfway Writing This, I'm Also SMS-ing DYANNNNN(little miss snail) who my mum claimed that her name was like "He Yan" or "Honey", also known as DAVID's(Devi's) Sister. My Mum Got Everything Wrong So I was like Super Confused yesterday lahs...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then This Morning Before I Blog Shee SMS MEEE! So Glad to Know that the Mysterious Girl is Actually Her...Hahas. Then I'm Already Home, She Already Flew to Shanghai... T.T So Sad Lahs. I Want to Have More Shopping and Fun With Her...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her in the morning after halfway writing this...Hahas. Went for a Quick Catch up(actually nothing much cause we do chat in msn) Then It's Shop Shop Shop! Well, Shopping With Girls Are Fun Becos it's a Rare and kinda new Experience for me. FUCK MAN I DON KNOW THE WAY AROUND ORCHARD AT ALL LAHS! I Must Go Orchard More Often So Next time I Can Bring DYANNNNN or Some Of My Relatives Around hereee...! Oh Ya She Wanted To Sell Some Lladro Stuff so we went to a internet cafe to sign up ebay but fail to do it(AHAHAHA DONNO POSTAL CODE) and Only found one of the name of the Lladro Figurines(AAHAHAHA). She Got Pissed And Trusted her friends on watching the miami vice, It's Not a movie u want to pay to watch ya know? Lots of talk and discuss except the last part Nice...=P Basically Had a Really Fun Day With DYANNN!!! Wished that she come to singapore More Often...hahahas. DYAN COME TO SINGAPORE MORE OFTEN OK! OK AR! OK! STEADY LIAO! (lol Anyhow Self Proclaim =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then She Went Back to her auntie house and flew flew flew to shanghaiiii...=(&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to have dinner with Jon, Borrowed Prison Break to Him!! I wanna spread the Joy of watching Prison Break Lahss! Anyway DYAN WATCH PRISON BREAK TOO!!!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Another Nice Memories Added to My Brain...LOL...Soon I'll Leave My Brain at home and go to Army. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wished That...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is As Great as Today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-116016096514969491?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/116016096514969491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-115739217228380112</id><published>2006-09-04T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:49:32.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed It When It's All Gone.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...Things have slowly becoming normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Although things are not going well for me, I'm still Standing here smiling at everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Seriously Need A New TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need to Watch Shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cant Always Play Computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Shows Can Make me Feel the thrill and fun other people are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sometimes i seriously would prefer to stand back and look at people enjoying themselves than trying to go there and experience it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Of The Channel that i always watch is Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/irwin2_wideweb__470x352%2C0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steve Irwin the Famous Crocodile Hunter Died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's Favourite guy in Whole Of Animal Planet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Would Watch his shows till Morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look At What the People are Doing Right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Putting up emotions(a Turtle apparently) in their MSN nicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting His Websites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading More About His Histories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Browsing His Pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking About it to your Friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing His Shows and Most Importantly Steve Irwin Himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are we doing all this after he died?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why don we just do all this.......before he died?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, We Always Appreciate Things/People when It's Gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Not Our Fault Or Something we can change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just Human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115739217228380112?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115739217228380112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115739217228380112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115739217228380112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115739217228380112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/09/missed-it-when-its-all-gone.html' title='Missed It When It&apos;s All Gone.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-115503234835300469</id><published>2006-08-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T03:37:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;People Say, Shit Happens huh...but this shit i'm having now is not any normal shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the lowest point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i've been dragged by a horse when i walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i want to go out with someone, i always end up walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i'm trying to vomit out a pine cone in my throat everytime i sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe, i felt as if i'm sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night I Was walking home alone&lt;br /&gt;My Eyes look like it was closed from far&lt;br /&gt;It Started Raining but i didnt care&lt;br /&gt;The Wind So Strong, It's like Pushing me To Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The Raindrops Hit Me Like There's a intention to kill&lt;br /&gt;Lightning strikes so near, as if it's aiming for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the lowest point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i've been dragged by a horse when i walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i want to go out with someone, i always end up walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i'm trying to vomit out a pine cone in my throat everytime i sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe, i felt as if i'm sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought of My Wallet and Com&lt;br /&gt;I remember I Still Have My Phone and my Pink Ipod&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck I just had my phone in my wet front pocket&lt;br /&gt;i ran for shelter&lt;br /&gt;i ran to somewhere enclosed&lt;br /&gt;look at my phone&lt;br /&gt;wipe the screen and unlocked the phone&lt;br /&gt;Guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;It's still ok with a few drops of water on it&lt;br /&gt;but it shines like as if it is smiling and told me everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;The drops of water flow down my cheeks like it was tears from my eyes or was it?&lt;br /&gt;I put on my back pocket that it seems the most dry&lt;br /&gt;Ran Home without using my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Almost got home and was sitting down at the steps&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time i got my wallet at 39.95&lt;br /&gt;I Save Up although i didnt had much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time if i can have three wishes&lt;br /&gt;I would wish for My Wallet Back, My Com's Data back&lt;br /&gt;And Wish That I Wouldnt Lose Anything again that belongs to mine&lt;br /&gt;Pressed the Doorbell&lt;br /&gt;But it was like nobody home.&lt;br /&gt;Waited and Waited&lt;br /&gt;My mum came to open the door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I Forgot the time that passes to fast&lt;br /&gt;It's already morning at 4.25&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bathe&lt;br /&gt;Switched to the Highest temperature and put it over my head&lt;br /&gt;The Water flow down to my feet as the heat burning my skin&lt;br /&gt;Is Like Washing all My Anger and Sadness away&lt;br /&gt;Turning me Into a New Person&lt;br /&gt;I Stood There for some time&lt;br /&gt;Came Out and felt like a new man&lt;br /&gt;Thought that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;IC&lt;br /&gt;Ez-link&lt;br /&gt;POSB Card, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can all make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Switched on My Tv and say to myself&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my wallet, i cant go out much.&lt;br /&gt;My Com's Under Repair for weeks maybe months, cant play.&lt;br /&gt;Never Mind I still have a Shows to watch on my TV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After An Hour And a Half&lt;br /&gt;Everything Came Crashing On Me.&lt;br /&gt;The Tv Suddenly Switched Off and a Burning Smell Was Given Off.&lt;br /&gt;And My World Went Blank&lt;br /&gt;Saw The SCV Box With The Green Light Still On&lt;br /&gt;Stare At The Ceiling and Purple Sky&lt;br /&gt;Feel Like Dying&lt;br /&gt;Feel Like a jinx&lt;br /&gt;Feel Like There's More to Come&lt;br /&gt;Feel Like More Bad Things Queuing Up For Me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering Whats My Limit.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering Whats Gonna Happen When Everything has gone Over My Limits.&lt;br /&gt;When to Switch Off the Main Switch and Went to Bed&lt;br /&gt;Rolled up my bed&lt;br /&gt;Blankets Wrapped Me So Tight Like a Cocoon&lt;br /&gt;Wished That Nothing bad Gonna Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All My Money Going for Replacing and not for Adding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Money,&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of School,&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Time For Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Poly&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Rejections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of Life&lt;br /&gt;What Am i Gonna Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the lowest point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i've been dragged by a horse when i walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i want to go out with someone, i always end up walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i'm trying to vomit out a pine cone in my throat everytime i sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe, i felt as if i'm sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices In My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will My Application for TP be sucessful?&lt;br /&gt;Will I get into a Poly?&lt;br /&gt;Will People still Look Down On Me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I get A Nice Job When I Finish My Studies?&lt;br /&gt;Will I Become Sucessful Later in Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Losing Hope, Give me One Reason Not To. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115503234835300469?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115503234835300469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115503234835300469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115503234835300469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115503234835300469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/08/worst.html' title='The Worst.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-115394320939698628</id><published>2006-07-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:54:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Lan Shop Job</title><content type='html'>I Finally Got a Decent Job With a Nice Pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan Shop At Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Far I Know But Somehow...After so many Long bus rides...I Kinda love the long rides...Listening to my PINK IPod, Looking at the fast pace views passing by, waving to unknown people, making funny faces, watching tv mobile if there's something nice to watch and most importantly i can spend time alone...think about stuff. i would LOVEEEEEE long ride without switching buses...must find out some buses in chinatown that goes to hougang...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not gonna work there so soon yet. I got to work in parklane for sometime till around end of august. park lane's fun too...near, know the people there, near town, friendly people. Hougang...i heard some stories over there...not good ones obviously. Heard that, there will be some wanna be gangsters and naughty kids around there. Well, it would be a whole new experience for me there. Not only i'm the Counter guy and the GOD(if my manager or boss is not there), I'm also the The Bouncer Of The Lan Shop...HAHA. Fun Stuff. Hope That Job Would Lighten Up My Life. This is motivating me to go gym to buff up myself! Hmm..hope i can really do some serious training THIS TIME ROUND. haha...Have been saying i gonna do it but i didnt? I got a good feeling about this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Job Would Make a Difference in My Life, I'm Sure. Hope It Would Be a Damn Good Experience. Damn ITE...I Really Feel Like Quitting Because I'm Quite Sure I Can Get Into a Poly. Omg...Poly Is A Totally Whole New Life For Me LAH...Always Been Dreamminggggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I Deleted The Last few post...They Arent Suppose to Be There Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Also Fort Minor is Awesome band and this Song Really Shows How I Feel Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe Me By Fort Minor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like fun and games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep playing em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think back then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the right track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you've got a face to pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a concept of where I stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not gonna happen with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished you were something that you were not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You turned your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one else is around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not gonna happen with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guessThat this is where we've come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guessThat this is where we've come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not gonna happen with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Vent My Anger By Blasting Songs that are Related To What I'm Angry with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Have Weird Ways Of Doing Things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don Ask Why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm Just a Weird Guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115394320939698628?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115394320939698628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115394320939698628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115394320939698628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115394320939698628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-lan-shop-job.html' title='A New Lan Shop Job'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-115301142372286279</id><published>2006-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:57:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends And The Past</title><content type='html'>My Friends...&lt;br /&gt;The Past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Dreamy Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like to think about the good stuff about the Past, the bad stuff i didnt even put them in my memory about my past. So i HATEEEEEE to be reminded about the bad stuff of the past. I Was Young and Dumb. Whats already over, please forget it becos i already do. Take Only The Goodness of the Past which is Sweet Memories. Think About them and smile to myself about it and make my stoning session plus smiling to myself session a happy one. But I Must Not Think Much Abt The Past(anyway it's just for....well....entertainment.), Future is more exciting to think about and interesting but sometimes scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Who Dreams In The Past, Dies In The Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends...Hmmm, Friends are people i can click very well and hang around with. Well i don like to insult my frenz in Any Way. i don mind afew insults just for fun of it but going overboard is not going to make you a person that i respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really Reallly Feel that i lack of good friends spending time with me, In other words i lack of good friends.And my good bunch of friends i usually hang out with are either very busy with their poly or in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually name all My Good Friends out and wad they are busy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, His CTV(school stuff) and his gf...we hang out once or twice a week but still i miss the laughter and company i had with him. Taught me Lots of stuff in Life. My Bitch Forever! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hua, A Levels. Miss The Xia Lan ness and stories, he kinda also Train when i should i stop playing and not going overboard. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charls, School and Soccer. Love the Company and non stop Laughing but not the LATE-NESS. __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak, NS. Nice Company at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and the Other JC Botaks, NS. Fun Company And Joking Around all the time...HAHA But Not fun when the indecisive-ness of where to go(took years to decide where to go next). Fucked up thing is i only can go out with them in the week ends only. __up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, School. He's My Shi-Fu In Almost all games...Dota, WOW,etc. Nice Funny Guy who is Damn good in games but HATES when things FUCKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Work. Very Polite and Helpful Guy, Funny too. See Him As The Leader of the Our Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Hui, School and CCA. Miss Those Fishing days i had with him and Super Xia Lan-ness. Save Me From afew troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my Angels In My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds Very Gay But i don care. Thats What I Feel...(I DO NOT MEAN I FEEL GAY, I MEAN I FEEL THAT THEY ARE MY ANGELS IN MY LIFE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the guys that make me cancel all my work and other activities to hang out with in the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the guys that make me look forward to my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Those are also the guys that make my Weekdays so freaking LONG and DRAGGY but my weekends pass so fast that i didnt notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Are Friendships That Will Last Forever.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115301142372286279?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115301142372286279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115301142372286279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115301142372286279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115301142372286279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends-and-past.html' title='Friends And The Past'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-115142935164734485</id><published>2006-06-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:29:11.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOD I'VE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR THE PAST 15 MINS AND I DON KNOW WAD BLOODY TITLE I WANT.THIS WILL DO.</title><content type='html'>Well...U guys may expect tons of post while my mum and sis are gone, But NO....although i've nothing to do, bored and home most of the time. Why? Becos i have Nothing to Blog About. Want Me Whining About How My Clothes are piling up? Floor Getting Dirty? SOME BITCH UPSTAIRS DONNO HOW TO NOT LET THEIR DAMN CLOTHES AND BRAS DRIP ON MY CLOTHES WHEN I HANG THEM OUT? Yeah...i suppose no one wan me to be posting those. I Am Right. God Kill  Those Who drip their bra juice on my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...Now that my mummy is back(YEAH!), All the chores are all done without me moving around and Home Cooked Meals Are back Once Again...I'm Now Fat Like a Pregnant Whale. YAY! Well...I had a crush on SUBWAY nowadays...their cookies, brownies AND BIG ASS SANDWICHES. YUM YUM! I Spent Like 2 freaking Hours Running around Bloody China Square Area to find a bloody SUBWAY becos i heard there is One here Which will be damn good Becos i don need to go all the way to town to eat in subway. GUESS WAD. I Found it IN THE FOODCOURT! Food Bloody Court My Fren. Asked probably a million people and NO WONDER they dont know. It's Damn Small too. BUT THANK GOD THEIR SANDWICH IS AS BIG! I got a ONE FOOT TUNA SANDWICH AND ICE LEMON TEA. And then i'm done. Not only That Made my two hours of searching worthwhile, It made My Day Too! Good Way to make me eat raw vegetables. I'm a Meatarian ya know. Slowly becoming normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God Please Find me a GOOD JOB with a Nice Pay. Otherwise i'm gonna be the first person on earth to die from boredness. Even Now When i'm Having School, I'm already BORED TILL....till......I Play gameboy? ANYWAY, PLEASE!!!!!ANYONE OUT THERE, IF U HAVE A NICE PAYING JOB, PLEASE TELL ME! My next damn basic theory test is on 12/7. bloody long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh Ya I'm Botak Now...Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115142935164734485?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115142935164734485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115142935164734485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115142935164734485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115142935164734485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-god-ive-been-staring-at-this-for.html' title='OH GOD I&apos;VE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR THE PAST 15 MINS AND I DON KNOW WAD BLOODY TITLE I WANT.THIS WILL DO.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-115044473378556164</id><published>2006-06-16T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:58:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lonely Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Song For No One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;staying home alone on a Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flat on the floor looking back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on old love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or lack thereof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after all the crushes have faded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;searching all my days to find you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not sure what I'm looking for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll know where &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I see you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until then I'll hide in my bedroom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just staying up all night just to write &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a love song &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for no one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have missed my chance and watched you walk away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tired of being alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll be so good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll be so good for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you'll be so good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh....So random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115044473378556164?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115044473378556164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115044473378556164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115044473378556164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115044473378556164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-lonely-friday.html' title='Another Lonely Friday'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-115014881142502208</id><published>2006-06-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:46:51.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;My mum and my sis Went to Thailand Without me becos i have school, So I Have the Whole House to myself. Alone...At Least For 2 Weeks. I Should be happy...No Nagging, No more tolerating her unreasonable scoldings, No More Shutting Down your Computer By Switching off the Main Switch. I really should be glad...at least the first night which is tonight. But No, I'm not. I kinda feel something is missing...It's at first A Mix of happy and sad then it become like now...not really contented. Feel Kinda strange...no mood for games nor TV shows. Just Wanna Sit On the Sofa and Stone with all the lights off. Think About Stuff. Hmmm....Blogging too...i just wanna tell someone this, at least to let it out somewhere. Here i am, Blogging About it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the feeling i gonna get when i leave my mum to live somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have NO LIFE in the Weekdays. really. I have school on tues,wed and thurs only. it's all 2pm to 6pm except wed it's 8am to 12pm. Then After School And On The Two Free Days(Mon&amp;Fri), I'll Play Computer Games and Watch Rubbish Tv Shows Like WILD BOYS...LOL. GOD! GIVE MY WEEKDAY A LIFE! Well, Weekends their are more people that are free so i can like go Lan shop with them or probably Lunch or Dinner. BETTER THAN WEEKDAYS OK! Weekdays Almost everyday School Or Home. A B C D E Fucking Sian Lah. I Know I have said all this before but i just wanna say it again just for sake of letting them out and probably make me feel bettter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...Miss My Mum...and Probably wish my sis die in some horrible death...ER I MEAN I WANT HER TO HAVE FUN. And Charls was telling me i can have parties or club everyday...i told him "FUCK OFF" With 150 bucks my mum gave me, i probably blast some RNB or Techno and Dance at home And Charls Said i Can Grind The Wall. Great. 150 bucks for three meals probably five for two weeks... 150 bucks, Go Clubbing 2 times probably gone liao. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i came back home today, i went for a walk around chinatown alone. Thinking about stuff... Comparing The Past and the Present. Remember Those days we took like 1 minute or even 1 second to choose wad to wear to go out? Now especially girls...they might take an hour or even a night to think about wad to wear. And Do You Remember Those Times That Sport Shoes Goes with anything , anywhere and anytime? Haha...So Much Have Changed Huh...As We Grow Older We Change and Have More Responsibilities. Sometimes It's Scary to Think what i've Accomplished So far for my Future. Cause I have Nothing Much to Think Of. LOL. I'm a very Dreamy Person, So I can Stone well, haha...How Wonderful if I would strike a lottery and don need to work for the rest of my life. What a impossible and Lazy dream huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kinda Felt Sad/Hate/Disappointed myself...STILL in ITE and Doing Totally Nothing Serious Accept my Driving Lesssons, Blurry Future, NO LIFE, Probably Zero Self-Confidence and ZERO determintation. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant Sleep man...Donno why...Probably The Weird feeling about being alone at home at night or It's Just I Miss Ma. I felt sad not because i need to cook for myself or to do All the Chores, Just felt weird without my ma. Probably Sad is not the word la...Bahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Need Something to Watch...Something as good or better than Desperate Housewives or Lost Or Animes Like Naurto, Bleach, School Rumble, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;I Just to get Hooked to the Show.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Need The Feeling That Slowly Brings me Into The Show, Like I'm Inside the Show.&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want to Stay In The Show And live With Them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I Just Need to be More Mature and Be More Realistic.&lt;br /&gt;But Is Heaven Just Like That?&lt;br /&gt;What Is Heaven Like?&lt;br /&gt;Issit Just like Man Predicted that Heaven is Made Up of Clouds and Sunlight Shining There Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Issit in The Black Hole?&lt;br /&gt;Or On Earth Itself? Under the Deep Sea where is too deep for humans to explore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.........Do We Just Disappear? Nah...I Know Heaven's Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.....................I Can Live Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love My Ma.&lt;br /&gt;She Will Live Forever With Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-115014881142502208?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/115014881142502208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=115014881142502208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115014881142502208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/115014881142502208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114905067412102159</id><published>2006-05-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:44:34.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Fuck Man....My Habit of not waking up in time and Always Being Late Has became a Big Issue. I fucking didnt notice at first until Today. Today was my First Drving Lesson and i bloody missed it because i played some dumb world of warcraft game until 7am and it's at 12pm. Obvious i overslept. NOT only i overslept....well i think god have use afew people to woke me up one guy msg me at 9AM then he called me at 9.45am again. Then Dee Msg me. All of this i woke up and look at it and fell asleep. Thats the bloody Worst Part, woke up still sleep back. The Most CB thing is, i'm going with this fren, Jeremy then he called me at 11am, then i pick up talk abit and then sleep back...why the fuck did i do that. It's My Bloody Habit. OMG WHOEVER IS READING THIS LISTEN AND LISTEN GOOD. YOU CAN SPREAD THIS ALL OVER THE WORLD IF U WANT TO. GET READY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF I'M GOING OUT WITH ANY OF YOU AND I'M LATE, ALL FOOD WILL BE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FUCK I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I WASTED A NEARLY 20 BUCKS WORTH OF LESSON. FUCKERS PLEASE REMEMBER THIS. YOU CAN HAVE A FUCKING FEEL MEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously fucked up habit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy ass and i gonna change, at least at a slow steady pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114905067412102159?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114905067412102159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114905067412102159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114905067412102159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114905067412102159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114846974249171914</id><published>2006-05-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T04:22:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.</title><content type='html'>Even i really really don wan to go into a ITE but the matter of fact is this, It's much better option than going to work. By working, i only earn money for NOW not the future. At least Going to Higher Nitec(Higher ITE) is like a backup plan for me if i fail to go to a poly this coming Nov Intake. I mean yeah...sure there are cute girls In the Higher Nitec, but once they open their mouth and started to talk.....Totally turns me off. Well, I'm not a very good at communicating with normal tec(NT) guys. The things they talk and act, makes me wanna kill them all. Whats the best is i'm in a class FULL with NT people. Some things they say make me go "erm ok haha" giving them a very fake smile and move away. LOL i sounded like a fucking anti social. Sometimes I really wonder why i didnt study hard enough to be with my frens that are in either poly or going to University. I think i mix better with those in express than my own class(NA) and NT guys. I just suck in studies...and memorising things. Well, sometimes i wanna put the blames on my parents becos my mum is a thai and my dad's overseas, but come to think of it i should just blame myself for being so bloody playful. What My mum did is just force me to study, well for now i'm a living proof that forcing too much doesnt bring me anywhere, it just end up rebelious and play instead. And Most of my friends i hang around since i'm in ITE, were from express...Well, there are afew Of my ex-classmates i still are contact with, just afew out of 30? Yea...Just Seriously i should just go poly as soon as possible. In my current Higher Nitec Class, I think there is afew gays inside...OMG la...one of them keep coming close to me...i gonna kill him soon. Gays should just touch gays and not straight guys. It's ok hang around with gays as long as they are not touchy with me and not showing off their disgusting pics to me. ITE gays are near to the worst combination. Worst is ITE Ah beng MUDS GAYS. Thats the ultimate WORST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i'm like Addicted to Drama Series Like Desperate Housewives and Lost and Some Animes... I donno if u guys have this feeling when watching shows that u really really like but this is how i felt whe i watch shows that i really like. I feel like i'm in the show and I'm part of the show and Everything feels so real. Sometimes i even Dreamt About it. WOW right? hmmm Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...i thought of Working Out and Slimming Down But i got ZERO determination(by saying this i have negative Determination liao, LOL) But No Company(excuse) and It's sian to work out alone(excuse) and It would be nice to have someone to talk with when working out and after working out, it's just nice and better than going for a Ice Kachang ALONE which made my workout kinda useless after that dessert(excuse)&lt;---STOP IT! ANYWAY...yes i talked to myself more often...Well, i find that better than keeping things inside. Haha(Fake and Cold Haha That i usually use in my current class). Oh Well, didnt Really play WOW that much anymore, Maybe it's just i don have the company to play with....wow....Companionship Really is Important to me after mentioning two things about it...i actually can think of afew more. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Rumble is Back! Very Funny And Nice! Go Download Them! =) This Is The Lyrics Of Their Opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental Generation By Tokitou Ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Generation is full of fun and laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Generation easily hurt, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Sentimental Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute, time is carved away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's such a thing as 'Love', Thats is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This and tat are making my head spin round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's more Senimental than whats adults feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation will build the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our fragile hearts are easily hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of Sentiment, Round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Generation is full of fun and laughter It's a Generation easily hurt, but... Our Generation Is Sentimental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...It's Sound Dumb But Cute. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114846974249171914?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114846974249171914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114846974249171914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114846974249171914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114846974249171914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/bah.html' title='Bah.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114802833046257635</id><published>2006-05-19T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:45:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin, New Name.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...Find this skin is much better. HAHA...i'm lazy to make a really nice one though. Just get whats avaliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For My New Name for my blog, Please tell me no woman in the world have hairy nipples.&lt;br /&gt;Babies Will be Sucking Milk from a Hairy Nipple. Then Hairy Will eventually grow on his/her LIPS. Sexy Isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no tagboard. Coming Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114802833046257635?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114802833046257635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114802833046257635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114802833046257635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114802833046257635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-skin-new-name.html' title='New Skin, New Name.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114778090495332841</id><published>2006-05-16T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T05:01:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q(-,-)p</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Anyone To Love&lt;/strong&gt; by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another drink&lt;br /&gt;Another time to contemplate and think&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever, ever have anyone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't try&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm living a lie&lt;br /&gt;So there's a game I just won't learn&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder will I always be alone&lt;br /&gt;I take a sip and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why I haven't anyone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;My drink's done and it's morning light&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my friend but you see&lt;br /&gt;What other ending could there be&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder will I always be alone?&lt;br /&gt;I take a drink and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have anyone to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114778090495332841?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114778090495332841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114778090495332841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114778090495332841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114778090495332841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/q-p.html' title='q(-,-)p'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114777885038565441</id><published>2006-05-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:27:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>I'm like a needle in a haystack. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i'm so lost and so lonely. First Ever                      time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Noticed It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i spent My WeekDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like staring at the com 70% of the day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i go out, i went out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum went out more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just sometimes i just stare at the ceiling or walls for hours Daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Talk to Myself more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Only Looking forward on the Weekends i gonna spend Great time with my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are Not Having NS are Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are not Working Are Having NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that i feel so lonely when i'm watching Shows(desperate housewives, Lost, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cried alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are romantic parts i feel like "awwww" and wanna hug something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my pillow to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness Is a Long Term Torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Gets More Torturing Each Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got so Lost before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a nice backup plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after Another Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Ending Failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup Again And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real World is so Realistic and Cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last Backup Plan I'll be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Fail, NS here i Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sick Of ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Nitec is Still ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Of Dumb ITE people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Of People Speaking Broken English to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Muds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Those People who Despise Me For Being In ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done With ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Either Poly Or Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Are The Most Important to me, Specially My Good Friends That I Know For Quite Some Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Waiting For Friday To Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Just Waiting for the Sunrise And Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114777885038565441?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114777885038565441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114777885038565441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114777885038565441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114777885038565441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114710913326091910</id><published>2006-05-08T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:25:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Medical Check Up</title><content type='html'>From me Chasing Big Boobs Chicks To "RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG", is a very big change...wad am i talk about? i don know. oh ya it's my alarm clock waking me from my innocent angelic dream. Time for Medical Check up. First Stage Of NS fucking The backside of your life. Got My ass up and took a bus to Tiong Bahru then took another bus from there to CMPB. When i reached my stop, guys around my age one by one got down the bus and walk in a straight line to hell(CMPB). Same path same destination same bullshit we need to go thru. Can feel the NS feeling by then...well...some of them brought their healthbook or some documents or a letter. For me, i just brought myself, My IC, money enough for a plate of hokkien mee and a milo peng. The Asshole at the counter speak like i'm a bloody recruit already...He ask for my healthbook and a letter from NS but i don bring only show him my glamerous IC. Then told me to take photo for my NS card =) but hor my hair like shit that day...fuck it lor just take. Then carry on with the main thing i'm here for MEDICAL CHECK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my first check up, EARS. When to a room with two nerds inside then i'm told to go inside this stupid small room with seal tight door. I had to listen to some ant screaming and expect me to HEAR IT. fuck. i failed that station so i had to come back for some rubbish after my whole check up. Next, My Eyes. Normal. Next X-ray, when half naked into a room lean my body forward against the white screen, he took two times...he said one was wrongly taken somehow...hopefully he don take my nipples and tummy and wank to cum on it. It's no good. Next Dental, a indian lady told me to lie down on a chair and told me to be gentle...................TO THE CHAIR...haha becos it break apart somehow so before she come on to me and ride me a dick came over and shove some metal stick and move it around my mouth and say some numbers to the lazy indian lady. Next Blood and urine test. Well when i go there i just found out that i have no pee to pee. Fuck. nvm i drink 2398402380 cups of water and still nth then i go for the bloody test. he's a male nurse. The Worst Combination. Boy Meets Male Nurse+Needle to suck your blood. I can never 100% trust male nurses. Donno why...anyway lucky he didnt poke afew million times and tell u "OPPS WRONG, SORRY AR" i'll fucking stab u to death understand? stab u from leg to your heart. This time it's just one try so that guy is safe. Then continue to drink 32949324893 cups of water. Then out of the sudden i grabbed the small cup and some colourful paper and flew into the toilet and pee my life out...well it was a fountain of pee...yes i accidently made it overflow... fuck...i pee-ed too fast. then put the stupid strip of colourful paper inside then i went out. That guy at the station saw me with wet hands (obviously i washed my hands) He say "stoppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!" when i was like a metre away then say "show me your paper" then "ok pour away your pee". Then The Last Station.while walking to the last station i saw two disgustinggggggggg mud trannys. OMG LA...i wish all trannys should just burn and die. Fuckers like that can scare people ok...maybe they should put them near the toilet instead of a water tank. Scare people till they wanna pee. Anyway I really really wish i wouldnt see them at the last station. Anyway Last Station's abit fucked up everybody in that room who came for check up are half naked with our boxers on WITH FULL BLAST AIR CON to make it worst some asshole put a fan there...wtf la. anyway while waiting there there's this one mud guy and this chinese sleeping guy. I hate that stupid fat mud there listening to the radio...Oh god. u made the room a total hell. i donno who fuck farted and it was fucking smelly AND THE FUCKER MUD SINGING "A THOUSAND MILES". OMG. At that moment i feel like wank for the last time and then kill myself. Motherfucker. I wish whoever farted in that room that day will have his ass rotting and have unlimited maggots eating his ass and as for the singapore idol  who sang "a thousand miles" to make everything worst to Fucking worsttttttt, will have his mouth stuck to that farting guy's rotting ass. Then Went to see that damn YOYOYO doctor...keep acting acting cool, if u know wad i mean. He spam all the "yo", "man", "wasssup" alot of times. anyway after being so cool he called me to do the most uncoolest thing ever. "Yo Man, Pull down your pants and your underwear" Thank God I got frenz told me about this part otherwise i would just say "come again?" then kick his ass. The fact that he's already a irritating bastard i should have kicked his ass but he would fucked up my medical check up so...after that yoyo conversation i went to un-naked myself and i'm done! i'm a free man again. But i need to do some deferment so i went to main counter. Guess wad! I Saw my old classmate! Vicknesh! Haha...nice to see him there too at least i don need to go home alone. haha...anyway he came with his mum too. He need to defer becos he failed to apply for a poly this intake and he would wan to try for the next intake which is NOV intake only NYP and TP have it. So he wanted to defer lor....but guess wad! After crapping with him for awhile, a woman came forward and ask us if we came for deferment then she asked for the letter from our sch but we didnt have so she told us she cant do anything without the letter of the school so vicknesh went there for NOTHING. LOL. Nvm i tried to convince/console him that he came here for a very big purpose and that is to accompany me home. HAHA. Whenever i see him or some of my ex-gess school mates i always blank out for awhile and think of the past. It's so wonderful yet i didnt appreciate those moments. I didnt have enough yet! LEMME GO BACK! I shall one day invent a machine that i can go back time or somehow other people invented that before me then i shall use all my money and my everything just for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nowadays i've been playing World Of Warcraft Non-stop, only going out in the weekends. How sad is that. Cant find a decent job with a decent pay. 50 bucks a week. This is wad i get for slacking the whole fucking day. ANYONE OUT THEREE!!! IF U HAVE A JOB TO INTRO, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLZZZZZ TELL ME! I NEED A JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114710913326091910?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114710913326091910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114710913326091910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114710913326091910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114710913326091910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-medical-check-up.html' title='First Medical Check Up'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114490954479240477</id><published>2006-04-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:25:44.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Arent Getting Better</title><content type='html'>As my eyes are stuck to the com 3/4 of the week, i did nothing but play computer games and watching movies and shows. No tv No psp Not doing other stuff than sitting infront of my computer. i'm like more to virtual life than real life. i just kinda found out that...virtual friends should just stay virtual and my real frenz sometimes it's better for me to meet them out for a chat that to chat in the net. Just like virtual friends are like wanking and Real Friends are like Sex. You Wank When u Watch Porn(In case u didnt know, Please stop fucking your pillow or your sister or your big soft toy because that not wanking) and have sex with someone in real life not in some mirc for some CYBERSEX or also you don wank when u see couples having sex in the park or car or public toilets, trust me the guy will be horny enough to fuck your bloody ass if u don fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Sad to say that i cant say much in my blog because either it would hurt some people's feelings or it's too secretive to be revealed. So wad i'll do is to write all it in my blog and post it for A SECOND and i delete it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm going to cut botak(NS, not because i feel that botak is sexy although it is) soon if the polys don accept me.Just in NS there alot of things i couldnt do and things that i'll miss. Some things i cant control myself to do so I wish i don shout "I CHOOSE YOU PIKACHU" when i throws a grenade, I wish i wouldnt get caught holding my dick while reading a porn magazine and Lastly i REALLY REALLY wish i'll not feel like shitting in Master parades(it last an hour plus), i don wan to shit in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i cant do in NS. Well this is life. Got to get over it. Really wish to go into a poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scar that never heals up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114490954479240477?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114490954479240477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114490954479240477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114490954479240477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114490954479240477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-arent-getting-better.html' title='Things Arent Getting Better'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114428429882396721</id><published>2006-04-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:44:58.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Com = No Life.</title><content type='html'>As you all know that i have a new com(well i told like afew million people about me having a Com), so if u didnt know, you can drown yourself in pee and sing national anthem before u die. Anyway i've become a Vampire. Not sucking blood ones...I'm those who drinks ribena and sleeps in the day. I sleep at around 8am?9am? yeah...due to my mum screaming at me that i spam my air con too much and my sister talking and laughing so fucking loud like a siao zhar bo and kookaburra combined, i woke up after 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Actually staying up late(or shall i say early...LOL) is not bad. If i got SCV then I'll Stick My eyeballs to the tv. Now without SCV i can, dota(dumb game), random surfing the net(i'm innocent ok...no XXX...never), Wanking(opps...i suppose that means playing chess with my imaginary fren and watching teletubbies), Watch movies and Some Shows like Lost and Whose line is it anyway,playing my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLAMOROUS PSP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's weird know...i can NEVER enjoy a porn movie. NEVER seriously...cause mosttttt porn movies are crap...especially those which show u afew different scenes at one time. like one pizza boy send her pizza then end up sending her his hotdog and another one in the office wan to send some documents then end up 69-ing on the documents on the table and other rubbish lor...i will never like all those bullshit porn movies. If u wan, just make it a porn...no storyline(or super little storyline example while having dinner then BOOM rough sex). Anyway Some more anal train people going to NS liao...this friday going le...so sad...less people to dota and go out with. Sad. somemore now i finish my stupid ITE...bloody poly don accept me...CCB! &lt;strong&gt;Most Probably because i'm using 3rd sem results only so lesser chances than those have 4th sem which is the full cert of ite AND not forgetting those bloody people took O's.(&lt;/strong&gt;i make it bold so that people wont ask again and again why i didnt get in.) bloody sad and sick of how poly reject people like that...no reply no nothing. I find myself damn pathetic at times. Argh. fuck it...if really cannot then i just go higher nitec and go NS. Now i may need a job....maybe not...cos i have a new com to enjoy and i got lots of shows waiting for me to watch therefore...i shall let the job find me. Thank god for the new com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i feel like doing now is....find some online games and find hacks for them. Muahahaha. Evil But Very Fun. And Get Lots of Shows to watch and camp at home...WHOSE WITH ME! haha. Oh Ya...I'm enjoying my very nice new songs SO! I Must Thank Those People Who sent me songs! Especially DEE...You Sent me alot...Thanks alot then =) She's going to Hongkong...I Hope She had lots of fun and shop lotsa Stuff and bring me a present! =P&lt;br /&gt;It has been sometime that i have been clubbing due to the big hole in my EMPTY pockets. And Naruto is a bloody farking irritating anime now...dumb and lame jokes...8-10 more weeks of Filler Episodes. Bleach Bleach Bleach! I must get it from my fren but he currently always not free most probably busy sucking his grandfather's cock. Hope he doesnt see this. And if u see this i'm not talking about u i'm talking abt my another fren. =) *evil laugh* Muahhaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...my face start to have more and more pimples...OMG...i must buy a lightsaber and burn it off!!!!!!!!!!! Most likely is because my vampire sleeping time and the horniness for to spicy food. Pimples Must all die die die. GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE US PIMPLES? WHAT THE FUCK WE SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THEM? DIRTY OUR MIRROR? TO DIRTY THE BUS WINDOWS(THATS WAD THE MUDS ALWAYS DO, FUCKIN DISGUSTING)? TO SHOW OFF YOUR "GOING TO BURST" FULL WITH PUS PIMPLE AND MAKE THOSE PEOPLE WHO SEES IT AND HAVE A &lt;strong&gt;FUCCCCCCCCCCKING STRONG URGE&lt;/strong&gt; TO BURSTTTTT YOUR BIG FAT JUICY PIMPLE? Dumb pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck now everybody's either schooling or working. Nobody's like me... N-o-t-h-i-n-g to do. Anyway don u hate it when your stupid cursor fucks u up? like u suddenly wan to add something in the last sentence and when u add the stupid word then it EATS UP the words infront...FUCK LOR! Damn Irritating... Make u feel like killing your KEYBOARD only....not my new com. I shall not use harsh words on my new com...give him afew years...i'll curse like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afew Days back i watched Lost, it's fucking orgasmic la! Although some parts are fucking fake, it's still a fucking nice show. i'll WOULD like give a three thumbs up but i'm not mutated like ZHI MIN...aahahahahahha...still remember our primary school or probably singapore's ugliest and scariest face ever. I wouldnt wan to describe it here because that would kill some of my readers. Their Eyes start melting and the brain explode JUST by reading the description Of the Legendary ZHI MIN! There's alot of Bitches we made fun of. Ugly&amp;Fat ones especially. I think it's retribution for me to say all that...No Wonder i'm Fat and Ugly now. LOL. Then Girls will use me to threaten their frenz like this "If u don give me Sweets Means you like DANNYPOH" omg lor. HAHAHAHAAA.....ok this is getting lame-er and lame-er. I'm sleepy, cant help it. LOL guess wads the time now! 8am. It's like 8pm for me. Eat my "Dinner" then go Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Before i go i must say afew things. on 14th april(good friday) have this Party at COCCO Latte it's Retro &amp;amp; 1950s Evening Mafia Glamour Themed Party. The Most Important Thing About this Party is FREE FLOW OF CHOCOLATES FROM 9.30pm TO 11pm!!!!! See me Painted with chocolate and also We CANT forget My famous Long HUGE Chocolate BAR! Only Can Suck and Lick. No Biting. you Bite i Pee. Shit On Your Face. Anyway if u're interested u can either tag on my sexy board or u just msg me in msn if u have me in your list. ok...Next thing, Anyone who have a nice paying and quite slack job. PLEASE Tell me. Next...Anyone have the last 20 episodes of naruto or bleach or both PLEASE ALSO INFORM ME....PLEASE MSG OR SOMETHING!!! I Need them. Next....If anyone if u know any fun online games please Inform me also. Most Importantly u can also give me a call or msg me in msn if u wanna hang out! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Worry Be Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee Out~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114428429882396721?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114428429882396721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114428429882396721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114428429882396721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114428429882396721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-com-no-life.html' title='New Com = No Life.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-114218714586542597</id><published>2006-03-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:12:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Now that things have all slowly settled down...i have the mood to blog Again. Yes yes yes...i Know it has been centuries since i have updated....but at least i changed my blog webby! Muahahaha...i was thinking and thinking and i fucked it then got this damn crazy webby. Anyway Yesterday i went to help Ben to move his house! I think this is the 4th or 5th time helping a fren to move house! So ben have like millions of boxes to carry soo we met up and went to his old house carry his boxes up the lorry...then go to his new house....then carry up to his new house.......AND THEN GO TO HIS OLD HOUSE...again and again....this thing repeated 5-6 times. Well it's much better than staying at home have my fat ass on lying on the sofa and eat junk food and play psp and watch dumb movies WITH MY MUM...omg la...i hate to watch movies with my mum cos first...i'm always praying that they will not have sex scenes and i make sure this movie MUST NOT HAVE SEX SCENES and if there's no sex scenes...there HAVE to be some sexy lady or some pole dancing girls or just some naked bitch in the movie....so that would be the world most fucking awkward moment ever. Fuck lah...so Helping my fren to move his house...would be a MUCH better option. Well....IT GOT TO RAIN ON THIS DAY...all our boxes are made of cardboard and all are not in good shape...and now it got to add RAIN? How fucking Perfect is that? Then on our last trip...we had to get this big mother fucking bed that weighs like a whale. It's like a motherfucking dead whale....maybe dead whales are nice to sleep on? anyway....after that we went to lan....and for the first time Jian Hui have MADE a Difference in a dota Match with some arrogant bastards who always thinks when we get to kill them it's always tyco. He Made a BIG difference in the game...it's a long game and it's long enough for me to get two raipers and some owning items! I'll upload the pic in the next post. Life has been so boring for me....nothing's happening and nothing gonna happen. I Hate my ITE fren so do they. Most of my JC frenz in NS and for others it's either work or school. Lucky i got my ex-gess frenz to go out with. AND Most importantly...i Have Jon! To Accompany MEEEEEEEEEEE! but he also have some days either packed or have to stay at home so I have to wank at home all day. Hmm....recently met up with DEE, my new fren. She's Pretty and have a different character then the other girls i know(especially in secondary sch). This Different personality is a much better one than those bitches i know in sec sch and those who live near me except my mum. We had a really nice time together on that day...at least i am and i hope she's having fun too. I'm looking forward to going out with her again...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com's still dead and i'm using my mum's com to update, just praying this post will publish successfully. If not i'll just have Tammy's porn playing and The song "like a virgin" playing as the background music for the post. I think she can read newspaper when she's getting fucked la...i think if she's pregnant, after few months her unborn baby will drop out of her chee bay when she's shitting... Actually she shit also very fast but the bad news is she cannot REN her pang sai. Once after feel like got sai....she must camp in the toilet for hours... maybe call afew guys to screw her in the meantime. WAH wait the pang sai come out while having the guy licking her pussy...OMG LAH! LAU SAI WORST! LIKE FLAMETHROW LIKE THAT JUST THAT IT'S LAU SAI AND NOT FLAMES! Her cheebay not virgin, her ass not virgin, her MOUTH also not virgin liao...wads next? Her NOSE? LOL REMIND ME OF SOME BITCH. Ok...i shall stop myself here before i go on into details about the new disgusting porn coming up by tammy...OPPS...did i just leak out the secret new porn? yes i did! GO GET IT NOW! sold at all 7-11(backdoor). tissues sold separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARS out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-114218714586542597?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/114218714586542597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=114218714586542597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114218714586542597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/114218714586542597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113982907073083401</id><published>2006-02-13T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:19:01.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week To Remember.</title><content type='html'>This Week will be a one of my most happening week so far this year. I need to get a PSP memory stick then i can play the PSP all Day long and i can know if i can go poly anot then i need to know if i can defer My NS anot and.........valentine's day is Tomorrow.......that one...argh. forget it. probably go clubbing......ok no clubbing Cause i'm fuckin broke. So Stone At Home Or maybe play my PSP if i can get the memory stick and the games by tomorrow. And I'm Got A DVD Player and it's finished setting up. I can watch DVDs because Jon Passed me TONS of DVDs Movies... This Week This week This WEEK! So many things gonna happen. Just Wait And See How Things Goes. Wish Me Luck. Really Tired. Need to Rest. Sick and Tired of being In ITE and with ITE People. April is like taking Years to get there. When April Comes. I'm Done with ITE. NO more. This One Month Plus Seems Like A Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I Finally Get Into Poly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts And Worries Screaming In My Head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113982907073083401?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113982907073083401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113982907073083401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113982907073083401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113982907073083401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/02/week-to-remember.html' title='A Week To Remember.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113916149658830787</id><published>2006-02-05T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:13:26.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Posts</title><content type='html'>I read all my old posts...from the first one to the most recent one...&lt;br /&gt;After reading all of them i find that i'm actually slowly changing my character, the way i talk, the way i express myself. I'm quite embarrass to see wad i actually wrote last time...so if u're my new fren please try not to refer to my old posts...it will not make a very good start for us...haha.&lt;br /&gt;When i was reading i also felt abit how i felt last time and also think of the past lah... I've been very Bored...my computer is More fucked up as ever. It is as good as a piece of hard shit, There to collect dust and it is also something to piss me off. very useful. One Day i tell u...i gonna smuggle some bombs to singapore to specially bomb my computer into pieces. Becos of my Fucked Com i can only go online. Nothing else. Anything more BOOM! there u go. com cannot on. i cannot even go online. The Piss is On to piss me. Now becos my com is down i'm spending money like crazy on laning...so now i'm broke. I would also probably stop clubbing for now. Too Much for me....i'm saving up for a psp and a 2gb memory stick. It Would cost me near 600 bucks in all so i need to save like crazy...if i wan to save, i'll need to stay at home so that i wouldnt spend money but then again my com is down so wad i do at home? Count how many Lan Jiao Mor I Have? Or Try plant Some Hair On My Palm So That I'll Have a Hairy Palm? Basically I Have Nothing Much to do la. Without Money Equals No Life~! Maybe This is the time i get my ass to gym and run...that doesnt use alot of money huh...Yeah! That Might just work! when i exercise, not only i burn my fat hairy ass away, i got to save money too! YES! I think i have no choice but to end up in a gym or running in a park. My fat ass have no choice anymore....i read my old post about I MUST go gym and earn money bullshit...Damn disappointed lah...my determination is a good fren of my big fat LAZY Ass lah! Now that i have no choice...i think GOD have to use the last resort to take away all my money and my frenz(some in NS and others busy with their murdering projects in poly) to make me exercise! I'm sick of dota. I'm also sick of rotting. I'm sick of complaining. I'm sick of getting BORED. But Then I still have afew frenz who are free to come out to chill with me! Thanks Guys! OH YA! JON PASSED HIS DRIVING TEST!!!! JON HAVE DRIVING LICENSE!!!!Woot! Thats Glamerest Thing Ever lah! Just waiting to have hot wet orgy in his Car. LOL. Haiz...I'm back to Sleeping Late again....now is like going to 3am liao and i'm not in bed yet. I need to get back my 10pm sleep! I'll Feel God Damn Good Waking Up Early With a good Rest lah! OMG....My Keyboard Is So Ugly Now la...look so fucking dirty...probably some cockoaches living under or in my keyboard. Well...maybe really small ones. One More fucking Month and I'm Out Of ITE! Omg...u dont know how fucking excited and Happy i am lah! Heng ITE is 2 years....Anything more than that i'll just start eating people. God Please Let Me Bloody Defer My NS...I Cant Go NS Now...I Don wan to spend my 2 years in there Yet! I Always Had dream to go poly Lah.... I'm So Boring rightttt...fuck...I'm SICK OF BEING ALONE AND SICK OF ALWAYS BEING SO BORED!!!!!!  Nvm. Heere's a Song To Cheer Me Up... Love Song For No One By John Mayer. He Rocks Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Song For No One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Staying home alone on a Friday&lt;br /&gt; Flat on the floor looking back&lt;br /&gt; On old love&lt;br /&gt; Or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt; After all the crushes are faded&lt;br /&gt; And all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;br /&gt; I'm jaded&lt;br /&gt; I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; Get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Searching all my days just to find you&lt;br /&gt; I'm not sure who I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt; I'll know it&lt;br /&gt; When I see you&lt;br /&gt; Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt; Staying up all night just to write&lt;br /&gt; A love song for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt; I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt; Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt; And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt; Oh no yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt; I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt; Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt; And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt; So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; You'll be so good&lt;br /&gt; You'll be so good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113916149658830787?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113916149658830787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113916149658830787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113916149658830787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113916149658830787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-old-posts.html' title='My Old Posts'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113740154254727935</id><published>2006-01-16T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:52:22.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>AS I JUST WROTE THAT OUR TEACHERS GIVE US THE QUESTIONS FOR THE EXAMS...HE LET US COPY THE WHOLE PAPER...OMG...WAD IS MOE DOING....WANKING? LOL FUCK IT...THIS IS GOOD...I DON NEED TO STUDY SO MUCH... WTF LAH! i just Blogged about it this morning and here he is doing it again. Fine. Give me high marks and let me score then i can go poly god damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113740154254727935?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113740154254727935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113740154254727935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113740154254727935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113740154254727935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-113736875603649040</id><published>2006-01-15T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:44:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate School</title><content type='html'>If u have been chatting with me, yes, again and again i have mentioned that my school sucks. And it is gettin worst and worst as each day passes. The people there i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANT&lt;/span&gt; click with anyone there. I'm now like going school to kill time. Actually it's the worst method to kill time but i got to get my ass there so no choice. Digging my nose for the whole morning and afternoon could have been orgasmic and Much better than going school. It has been almost two years in ITE and I can tell u Everything i had learnt in one Powerful Word, Nothing. Really Nothing at all. I just learn stuff and forget the next day. So i just learnt something JUST for a week and after that GONE....GONE FOR GOOD. And the test are all crap...everybody's cheating everywhere...well i cheat too...it's like DUH...everybody cheating of course i'll cheat...otherwise i'll lose out wad...teachers don care anyway. And the exams are damn crap too. If u didnt give the teachers any problems and the teacher is happy with u, You just need to study wad he tell u. For The Last Three Exams, I studied&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ONLY&lt;/span&gt; the day before the exam day! When i look at the exam paper it's like 80% of all the things i studied came out. One of the exam is Online so it's ALL MCQ. Crap also. One day After the Exams, when i just woke up, Everything i studied for the exams BURST OUT of my brains IMMEDIATELY...it's like Motherfuckin Instant la. And i get 3points for my gpa(the highest gpa u can get is 4). WTF? My First semester i got 4point and followed by 3 and anotther 3. The Last one i expect a 3.5? Haha...i donno wad i might get but i motherfucking wan to go to poly. It's Either poly or i go to NS. No fuckin way i'm going to higher Nitec...FUCK OFF. And These Two Years in ITE...I Might have to say...I'm like surviving there ALONE...no one's helpin me much...i'm all on my own there... Yeah of course i have frenz there...but they all are fucked up...I have 5 Frenz there. Two Old Uncles. One Malaysian From a Kampong...OMG. One Explosive, Bad tempered Pimple backside face idiot. And one weird weirddddddddddddddddddd guy. He's like cut his wrist and cut his hand to form some kind of pattern...kinda freaks u out huh...so these are the 5. FUCKED UP. All of them are those i'll nv hang out with. Those two Uncles are one of the STINGYESSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT Adults i have ever seen in whole entire whole entire LIFE. So Yup, 2 years there...go into ite alone and come out alone...wow wonderful. I'm ending my ite life on april. I wish april comes quick enough before die there. Anyway, Life's quite boring those assholes who went to NS...Those bastards really have made me miss them...haha. I'm now like my ex-classmate in Gan eng seng, Alex. So freakin lonely and bored. 90% of all my frenz are very busy with their own things... those who are in poly are rushing their projects&amp;amp; preparing for their incoming exams and jon is abit free now but soon he'll be FUCKING busy. Projects will be overflowing. The Rest they are Working....finish work go home sleep. Left me. here. Blog My Life Away. Now I'm Officially an Human Owl. I sleep in the around early afternoon till at night(8pm or 9pm) Then i'm awake from then...literally the WHOLE MORNING...from 12am till 12pm...ok...I'm a Very Active Owl Can? Lemme tell u wad i did just now. I woke up at 9pm, chat abit then play some games then chat till everyone whom i chat with, went to sleep. Then i read some rubbish comics in the net(dumb) then read magazines then tried to read a book but cant...then walk around my house...lying around my bed while listening to songs...Cut my bloody toe nails. Staring at the mirror(not doing anything else...i just stared and stared for quite sometime) I Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed Someone to accompany to go for some pubs and occasionally go clubbing. I need Some night LIFE and not Staring at my com or my mirror. Anyway I'm preparing to go school as i am writing this post. It's 7.30am Now. I shall stop here and go to my Fucked up ITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to find someone that look exactly like me and is a billionaire and did very good for his O's but he is not studying anywhere now and he's alone in singapore...his parents are dead and he have no relatives. Yup...i would wish he would be friendly enough to take my place to study in ite and go NS as i can choose wad course i wan in NY Poly and enjoy my life in poly as a billionaire. God Please Make My Small Wish Come True. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113736875603649040?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113736875603649040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113736875603649040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113736875603649040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113736875603649040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-school.html' title='I Hate School'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113705104186778391</id><published>2006-01-11T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:30:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Rain...Hmmm...Maybe Weather Changes My Mood?&lt;br /&gt;Or Is it the songs i listen nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Or Is it Becos the My Frenz have gone to NS?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe It's Just Becos i got Nothing much to do then i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Sad Nor I'm happy. Sometimes I Just don make fuckin sense.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking...about alot of stuff....the past and the future and wad are the things that i should HAVE DONE. Of Course, i'm not a person that will take things hard especially now...maybe it's becos of the weather which made me so....optimistic? Nah....thats not the word. I just suddenly become very relax and taking everything easy. Yah Danny...blame the weather. I suddenly recall that jon told me about something, Jon always tell me things that are meaningful and something to really think about, in other words i take his words seriously when he's serious. Thanks Jon! He Told me about how i would use my efforts on girls to u know...be my gf? haha yea...it's kinda impossible but yea i talked to them and the thing is...i always have been just spreading efforts among a number of girls....i didnt like concentrade on one...like only talked to one and slowly going to the next level...i'm like spend my afew days on this girl then i go find another girl to talk to...it's like i already changed my target after afew days....Actually thats not true...i'm just don wan to be rejected....i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;the feeling of being rejected. So many times...i got rejected again and again when i was young and dumb. So now i tend to jump around...afew days later then slowly chat lesser liao then i go back to fuckin games...yea, i'm fuckin childish. U readers must be thinking i Know TONS of girls...But Sadly, NO i don... I Just got alot of stupid games to play. Even i got no games...i will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;go concentrade all my efforts and my everthing on her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm...Maybe i'll just stay single and just watch porn and wank when i'm horny and listen to romantic oldies songs when i feel lonely. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Love to Listen to Oldies and Watch Old Movies...abt Romance, Inspiring Lifes, Etc. Hmmm I just continue my life as a Single...and With Lots Of Frenz? I Cant Think anything to write for now so maybe if i recall anything nice to write, i'll continue in the nest post i suppose. Hmmm...Well...This Is a Song By Carpenters, I'll Never Fall In Love Again.&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Never Fall In Love Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a pin to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you get for all your troubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you kiss a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get enough germs to catch pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you do, he’ll never phone you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I’m here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I’m have here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to remind you, here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh! here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113705104186778391?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113705104186778391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113705104186778391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113705104186778391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113705104186778391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/01/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113649606856885789</id><published>2006-01-06T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:23:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Old Post</title><content type='html'>This would be a post to read and think about becos i myself would think it is very meaningful when i thought all this when i'm bathing... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing My Frenz one by one going to NS...when will it be my turn? It's not abt i'm scared to NS(anyway i'm not) It's also not abt i'm gonna miss them(althought i will). It's about...we are slowly growing becoming a Man without even knowing it. Yeah u think it's nice to be a Real Man but the thing is this means that we are going to the real world too! The Working World Is Horrible come to think of it...U'll not have freetime to go out...and if your nv do your Homework...u'll get it from your boss and if u do anything wrong there may not be a second for u. Your Pay May get deduct. You may get sack. You may not get another decent job. So much more problems and Things u cant and Must not do. I hate growing up...i wish i'm 18 every year. I know this kind of thinking is childish but then...ok i'm childish. Anyway it's kinda scary to everybody if they start to think about their future Carefully. Ok The Next Part Would Be Childish but then it would be very interesting if u guys know wad i'm tlaking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Let me give one good example. Naruto. I love to watch the first few episodes with frenz that havent watched it you know why? Because at the start it's so innocent and funny and so exciting! everything's a joke and it's so fun. Then after watching first few episodes i also miss the feelings that i had when i first watched naruto...it's like...so...interesting? i donno wad word to use. And now? Look at the episodes...it's so crappy...slowly more and more fans are not watching anymore... Anyway it's like our life. Things started so innocent and fun and interesting. Everything we do it's for fun it's just joking. Quarrels started this moment then the next moment frenz liao...And Most importantly...u Can Trust alot of frenz 100% without any worries. i really miss those days. Everything was Happy-Go-Lucky. I got no frenz that backstab me or betray me or etc. Till i started my ITE. Pieces Of Shit Start to erupt in my Life. Quarrels no longer as simple. Cold Wars Appearing now and then. Opposite Meanings start to Come, like when u say Nvm actually You Shouting fuck u, when u say just joking you're not. Nowadays It's Difficult to Find someone to Really Trust...People around u are more sensitive and u yourself also become more sensitive too. You'll need to watch your words even when you joke around. All this Kind of feeling sucks...And Also As People go to New places to study like poly, jc and etc, They tend to change themselves. Their Characters, Their Image, Their Understanding, Etc. Those who still staying in the past like me would suffer. Fake Smiles, Fake Words, Fake Talks, Fake FRENZ... Around you. Last time when u're sad or anything u just cry your ass off on the spot, Now? You still can Cry your Ass Off too...but there's some words must be added in..."Pillow" and "Alone". Cry your ass off on the pillow alone. Pathetic Isnt it? For me...If you've notice...the cry you make is the same cry u made when u're young. At least it works for me. So if my mum wan to throw my pillow or my bao bao away...i'll throw her away also! Just Joking!(Maybe I'm Not? LOL) I miss those First few episodes of my life...so simple, so innocent. Come to think of it i also miss the first few episodes of Naruto...(did i say that just now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Of My Frenz Who Just finished their JC have gone to NS. They are the ones i would always played Computer games with. Without them is almost as good as taking half of my computer away. Maybe I'll just new frenz? New Frenz that Like to Do Sports? At Least that would get my ass off from my computer and also Burn My Fat Ass Away before NS Kick My Big Fat Ass To Hell. My Determination is like shit nowadays...everything i say...i didnt do...like i said i MUST go gym, i did not. I MUST go run, i did not. I MUST top My class, I did not. so many talk but no action. I must do something Soon...wait not soon it's NOW! Hmm. Now is 5.30am and i'm going school later...i really don know how to...anyway i hope u have enjoyed reading my Blog and wish you the best in whatever you do! Have Great 2006!(Notice the part i say Fake Words..LOL omg I'm so naughty =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna Club, Drink, Gym, Run, Play Lan or Just Hang Out, Please Don Hesitate to Call me up! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if this post got an error while posting up or my laggy fucked up com hangs, i'm not writing this again instead i'll show a picture of a smashed com. xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113649606856885789?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113649606856885789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113649606856885789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113649606856885789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113649606856885789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-old-post.html' title='New Old Post'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113624463372807374</id><published>2006-01-02T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:30:33.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...I Wish This Year Will Be A Much Better Year! Because I Really Enjoy Only In The Last Few Months Of 2005. So I Wish I'll Enjoy this Whole Of 2006! I wouldnt say i had a bad 2005 but it was just OK. Well, I just got abit hooked to clubbing but i'm abit tight nowadays and chalets too i would like to join some random chalets to make new frenz? haha! Oh Ya! My fren said he has this Zouk bouncer job to intro me! Lets wish i can at least go for the interview! I wished it was MOS but then BETTER than NOTHING! job=money=clubbin=girls! Haha...Hmmm i'm damn unheathly and fatttttttttttttttttttttttt now.....i MUST exercise, i always say that but i don do it...fuck! I think i need something like NS to fuck me now. It's like i keep giving excuses not to go exercise...fuck man...i'm like near to 90kg NOW!!!!!!!! omg...thats like a pregnant whale! MAN!!!!!!!! I must try to fucking slim down but i'm not gonna diet...=P         Maybe Just exercise and WATCH wad i eat! I'm like eating junk food almost every fuckin day! So Lets wish i can have all this worked out! The exercising and the bouncer job and more parties please! hahaha...YEAH! Oh Man...My Frenz who just finished their JC are going to NS reallllllllll soon! Oh No...i will miss them! Hmm...don you think time pass really fast? It's just too fast...i wish i were in secondary with my SCHOOLmates....not classmates. I'm just cannot be with them...they are much different to those who are in express. I Should have studied harder in Primary school and go to Express....Damn! Of course there are afew i'm close with in my class...i can only think of one or two only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know wad? The Time Now Is 7am...I slept like...3hours? Then i cant sleep already...damn...now i'm getting ready to go school already...SCHOOL AGAIN...I hate school...so bloody useless...just waiting for time to pass till april and i get my results and go to poly...HOPEFULLY...if not i just go NS thennn....thenn...i still got afew options after that....still choosing! Anyway whoever have any chalets or parties DO CALL ME ALONG! And also if u feel like going to gym also can call me! I know i may not the best guy u can find to give advise about how to work out but yea...i can give u some crappy ones...LOL...Oh Well time to stop and get my ass to school! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to get the bouncer job....*DANNY SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!!*&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113624463372807374?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113624463372807374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113624463372807374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113624463372807374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113624463372807374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year Everyone!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113554263724031250</id><published>2005-12-25T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:30:39.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Is Over But New Year Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Christmas Rocks I got a present from jia hua! He gave me a bracelet and a necklace...it's so cool! And also I Enjoy Christmas Eve more than Christmas day itself. Weird huh...Christmas Eve...first we met out to lan then go dinner while i search for my secret santa present for chak...we suppose to buy present for random people...and i got chak so i bought him two boxes of chocolates! Yummy! Then we went carefour to get beer and snacks then we went to some dark empty place to chill we sat down with our beers in our hands talking absolutely CORK....ahaha Then Midnight we Gave presents to those we are suppose to give. Then we went to lan AGAIN.... lan lan lan then some asshole told us that the shop is closing so we fuck off from there then walk to cine leisure to catch a movie then while walking there i saw a chio bu in front then guess who i saw....CALISTA!!! My New Sexy Fren! I Knew Thru Johannes(donno correct Spelling anot) then saw her again In MOS(Ministry Of Sound) So i got her number in da club. =) Yay! It's Nice to have babes As Frenz... xD                   And Also The Roads Are In a Mess People Are Crazy...Spraying everywhere and anyone. I saw some bitches spray at one group of cyclists! Then they just curse and swear like there's no tml. i think they are dumb la...If you don wan to get sprayed at then u should ride your stupid bicycle somewhere else right? kuku heads. But then i was quite lucky i kana abit only but then i still wish that i have a WHITE spray PAINT In my hand...spray those fuckers that tried or wan to spray at me. Heh. Then we went to cine leisure but all the tickets are sold out so we brought our asses home....So sad right? nvm....then i woke up at around 4pm then met jon and brandon out for dota again after that join alvin, stev, bob, peter and da zhang for dinner at clark quay. After dinner we walk around clark quay aimlessly and end up in coffee bean and wasted my 10 bucks for my temptation for brownies and sweeeeeeeet coffee. Fuck. Then after that we went home becos they need to catch the last bus so after i got home....chat with some frenz then dota agaain.....ahahaa...so much dota-ing....I rock in Dota ok. I Pro Like Fuck In Dota and I Own Asses in Dota! Those NOOBS! VIRGIN FOREVER! LOL. I Like lame Curses Like that ..."Virgin Forever", "Sai Li Niang", "Burn Your House, Beat your Mother" And etc. Rather than fuck u noob or some other common curses. Anyway This Week Is Like So Packed Lah. Pack With Action Man! Haha...Shopping, Clubbing, Tons Of Movies To Watch...OMG Is So Orgasmic To Talk About It Already...Doing It Would Be Better Than Sex. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Countdown would be crazy Too.....so must go also...ahaha must prepare some ammos for sprays...haha...but then the sprays are fuckin expensive nowadays. After that the next exciting event will be of course my favourite....Money Festival! Oh...I Mean Chinese New Year! Where Oranges Would be Important for my Income. And My mum's going thailand and i'm gonna be HOME ALONE! Woot! I'm just waiting for that! But the fucked up thing is by then i already be in school....shitty rightttt. but nvm...i can always Pon School...anyway i donno how i gonna survive without my mum....ahaaha...somemore i sleep at 4am or 5am or EARLIER! How the fuck am i going to go school like that~! And All the housework i gonna do....aiya There's always Have The Bad when u have the good. ANYWAY.... I Rock And I Own All Asses In Dota. Noobs Are Stripped Naked and have their dicks cut off and then pasted it on their ear and cut off one of their fingers to paste it to the other ear to balance it and shave them bald and use all their hair to paste it onto their face and teeth and must let them wear ballet dresses(or wadever they are called) and make them dance do the ballet dance with a remote electrocuter up their ass so if they don dance properly just shock their Ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i'm a Disgusting Sadist. Deal With it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113554263724031250?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113554263724031250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113554263724031250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113554263724031250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113554263724031250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-is-over-but-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas Is Over But New Year Is Coming!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-113490051958854793</id><published>2005-12-18T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:08:39.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Posts</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I have this habit of writing a post then delete them then write again then delete them again....maybe i just wan to write down my feelings and not showing to the public. As i said before blogging is always not private so u cant really write things that will affect people...u either beat around the bush or just don say it out. Fucked up isnt it? Ok I Just had this fucking eye problem i feel like there's some shit in my eye but then cannot come out after thousands drops of lousy bullshit eyemo. Fuckkkkkkk.... Anyway I'm PLaying Dungeon Siege2 so anyone interested to join me in playing lan together....i have ways to lan at home with u...so don worry! If u interested then just simply msg me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. My eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113490051958854793?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113490051958854793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113490051958854793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113490051958854793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113490051958854793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/12/imaginary-posts.html' title='Imaginary Posts'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113324836968856503</id><published>2005-11-28T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:57:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is a "Just Want To Have A Post" Post.</title><content type='html'>Weird nowadays i'm like seeing alot of pretty babes everywhere especially CHINATOWN!!! A Place for smelly ah spitting peks and fish smelling ah mas....And i still see Babes around! Have my taste for girl gone down THAT BAD? Wtf! It's like when i step out of my block my eye will expand five times bigger and looking around....But...Sad to say there's also some people you see around chinatown that makes u wanna just dig out your eyes and fuck your eyeballs on the spot. They are...OLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD BITCHS ACTING CHIO! FUCK...Why the fuck they need to do that man...cant u do in Somewhere else! Once the old bitches in chinatown see those act chio lau cheebye...they will also wan to act chio and wear mini skirt and low cut tops to show off your saggy parts of their body. After i saw those act chio grannies then my eyes became smaller than hello kitty eyes. THEN THE WORST THING IS....THE SICK BRAIN OF MINE ACTUALLY IMAGINE HOW THE OLD GRANNIES THAT I SAW IN MY BLOCK MAY LOOK LIKE IF THEY ACT CHIO!!! AND WHEN I SAW THEM IN THE LIFT....AHHHHHHH I FEEL LIKE JSUT STABBING MY BRAIN TO DEATH....STUPID BRAIN OF MINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of those disgusting shits...nowadays u guys will see more posts coming up because i'm schooling....soooooooooo sian. Almost Everyone's having hoildays and i'm fuckin schooling...thats just crappy...wake up so early and walk like a bloody zombie to school. BUT! I have dota siaos in msn!!! ahahaha...most of them are those took A levels and had finished them! Woot! Mass Dota Man!!!! Just keep wishing there's no feeder in my team. Oh well...it's ok if there's one...because anywhere will have at least one person that will F U C K your life up. Well...school isnt THATTT bad...only monday i have to go sch from 8am to fucking 6pm and the rest i can go home 1pm or before 1pm! ahahaha....it's just like holidays but just that i have to wake up fuckin early to listen some old bald asshole talk cork and tell us their grandfather stories instead of fucking teach us...Kan ni na know....some damn pro in talking cork and grandfather dick stories and lousy in teaching...everything also say find out yourself, then call u come here for fuck. KNN freeloaders... but no choice ite is like that u must wash teacher's dick clean clean and suck hard hard then teacher will give you high high marks...if teacher call u suck and u don wan, you jia lat liao...aiya...tell u lar...u turn right and left also will end up guai guai de suck teacher cock one lar. Might as make him happy and give more marks to you...knn...i donno poly can do that also...ahahah...even some teacher also say ar...if u co-operate with the teachers passing and scoring is not a problem. Wah...knn after hear that i faster find gum lan jiao machine...see which teacher got teach me one then faster use my machine to gum his lan. but scared some old old one cannot take it so must tell him to give me high marks first...then let him song until he die. Ok enough. Knn say until ma cham must gum lan jiao then can get marks...wad i'm trying to say is u just be a bootlicker and u'll well in ite. i cant wait to get to poly...just like some people out there...i just wanna get into a poly becos i wan to get into a poly! LOL...no other reasons...so going into a poly is one thing....Progessing in Poly is another thing. i know cant really do well in poly but...what the hell man....i just wanna get into one fucking poly....not republic....thats for bangalas and indo assholes and those illegal immigrants who come singapore and gum singaporeans' kuku. singpore poly kind of suck also...i got frenz in that poly saying that their poly their poly Sucks! LOL...so that out of my choice too...so see lor...i also cannot confirm i can go poly also ar....knn i just make some teacher pissed off and some teacher like me....so donno can tyco all the way to poly anot...ahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Wah lan...i save up so much to shop then slowly i spend bit by bit on dota...fuck sia...now all choing lan craft so save much more money! haha...for now save money... But then always at night then mass dota...mid night especially. earlier la! always make me pon school then go back school teacher give me black face i cham ar! Must gum lan again....make him happy happy do all the things nice nice for him. Kan ni na...waste of my time. but no choice my school work kana sai. but still get gpa 3.4!!! siao man...i thought this time cham liao no more poly for me....BUT! suck cork session save me! To whoever going to ite...MAKE YOUR TEACHER HAPPY AND DON FUCK THINGS UP FOR HIM OR HER AND YOU'LL SCORE! Really...i pon school like mad...then donno this donno that then last hour before the exam choing wad i have to study...one hour intensive studying....ma cham like studying for master degree sia. And i study wad my teacher told me to study becos they saw the paper one week before the exam so if u suck his cock he confirm tell u some clues for the exam....the clues already give 110% pass liao! ahahahaha...then practical is the most intensive suck cock session. Everything must see teacher mood one...aiya ite is crap la...don wan to talk abt it anymore. i'm sure u all read also sian...all abt gum lan jiao.&lt;br /&gt;Ok....one Day i must go out and use my savings to shop le before all gone to dota i will fucking sian one. So better faster use my money wisely before *POOF* dota suck everything. Must Go SOP-PING! LOL...also must gym liao...very longgggggggggg nv gym now got people pei liao must choing liao! haha...just wish that they wouldnt stop then i wouldnt stop also! wah lau now do 50 pushups also got problem liao...after 40 then dying liao...arms like gonna break off then pull ups only do 12 then die liao...LOL...situp havent try...run? runnnnn? sad la that one....i hate running but if got someone to push me to run...i may run lor...bit by bit...i got a veryyyyyy weird body...my body CANNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT Sweat one! even after my 2.4km run i sweat super little compared to others which is like they just bathe and didnt dry themselves...aiya...i always say nia then nv do...fuck know...must really go and do liao...before i go NS...then cham ar...Confirm go in then kana fuck backside jia lat jia lat. Put a Bangala(they are all gays) run behind u then he catch u then he fuck your backside...kan ni na...i beat him up first lor! NS must have more and better motivation mah...should ahve something like a chio bu run in front of u then if u can catch her u can fuck her! Wah that one i train hard for it man! Cannot catch also take shoe or wadever thing to throw at her or jump on her or wadever to make her fall Then HOS SEH AR! This kind then good ma...but then people may not die while running but he will die while fucking...LOL run until so tired then finally chase up confirm give her die one wad...but then not enough stamina and too excited then instead of let her die...u die. Aiya donno wad to write liao la...almost 2am liao just now play dota 3 v3 and got TWO noobs in my team.....at first they nv really feed la they let them farm like fuck then die lor...only i farm like siao then they all so lousy...how to play man. one on three meh...aiya nvm at home play lose is better....lose means i'm training...if win at home like i not really training leh...if from lose to win THEN is a good training....ahhahaa...in lan shop cannot lose ar...because i use mah-ney to play one so cannot lose...lose liao go counter pay that time take wallet give mah-ney also damn sian.....It's like u pay a whore to let you fuck then she take the maney then strip and let u see one big lanjiao!!! FUCK LAH! I RUN BUAY WHO AR! WHERE GOT SONG? So dota same thing use mah-ney play better win like fuck then pay that time also satisfied ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donno wad to write liao la...anyway those who wanna dota, gym or shoppin with me please msg me in msn! The More The Merrier. Chio bu wanna fuck me also can msg me. Not so chio also can but nehneh must be big...ahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113324836968856503?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113324836968856503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113324836968856503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113324836968856503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113324836968856503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-just-want-to-have-post-post.html' title='This Is a &quot;Just Want To Have A Post&quot; Post.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113207621739130576</id><published>2005-11-16T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:38:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays! Best Job Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28160%29.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28160%29.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This What I Do...Models! This My First Project...Jabba The Hutt From Star Wars(SuperFatAss Character). I Havent Spray Paint It So It's Totally Black. I Loveeee To Create Things Like that Out Of a Piece of Crap. Of Course I Had help From My Boss, Jeff. Jeff Is the Coolest Adults I Know so far! I'm Working At his Place...His House is quite big...it's a Combination of His House and His Workshop. 1.5k per month! wtf! Anyway I Love My Job...The Time Passes Like NoBody Business...I Wish That 10 Hours Lasted Longer...I've Been Working there for 2 weeks Plus... Very Interesting Job! Here's the Preview of my Next Project.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28165%29.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28165%29.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Is My Next Project! And This is Where My Workshop is! Look Damn Professional Lah! Haha...This The Creature in the Movie "Alien"...Damn Cool Lah! There's the White One Means Havent Spray Paint Yet. The Black One Havent Completely Finished But Coloured...Obviously The Black One Is Jeff's Because It Is Finishing...He's Pro So he's Much Faster lah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Workshop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Workshop.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I Slowly Progess....See My Boss?Jeff? HIS ONE GOT TEETH ORLEADY!! IT IS SUPER NEAR COMPLETION AND MY ONE STILL BO GAY!!!! NO TEETH...Sian-ed...His Alien Bite and Eat People liao...My alien fart at people's faces only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Then Show You My Completed Alien Work...(Alien At Work...LOL). Now I tell You About My Fun Time There...It's A Work That i can go rest in his house(which Just next room). His House is 24/7 Air-con, 24/7 Radio On, 24/7 7-11(his Fridge!). After The First Week, I Treat His House Like My House(except his room)! When working in the workshop then if i feeling abit warm(although there's a fan but the fan is not working as hard as me... =P), I Just go to his house get a cold drink, sit down chill and enjoy the air con! His House is Suprisingly Clean and I Love That And also I Keep it very clean If Not Jeff Will Use His Alien To Bite My Kuku Jiao. ANYWAY...I Rest Whenever I Wan But I'm Not Taking Alot of Rest Because I'm Doing Something I Like and I'm Catching up With His Alien! He Do until very Relac Lor! And When I'm Relaxing...I Can Play With My Three Frenz...They Are...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28167%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28167%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shadow!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28169%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28169%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small Cat! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28172%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28172%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND LASTLY Big Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then faster find people to scold "Meow Off" then faster go somewhere hide(sleep). Anyway...i worked in chimes on last sunday...because i thought i can work in the place as Seno...A Disco...BUT i got sent to this fucked up bullshit banquet AGAIN...i hate banquet...waste of time and the time goes sooooooo slowly...and of course as usual i slack like I'm The Guest like that...LOL! Once Again...there will be Captains Pissed With me...Fuck That Job...I hate banquet...i wish i can work with Seno in The Disco...ahahaah.... Hmmm...I Kinda Missed Mahjong...Then So Heng That I Saw Dorothy after work! She's On the Same Bus As me...then i asked her where she's from then she say she went mahjong after Studying for O's! Wah! O Level study half-way go mahjong...LOL...She Say After Her O's She Jio me Go Mahjong but must play money one...I tell her if i lose two dollars i don wan to play liao....ahahahaa...She grumble grumble then she say Ok. Yay! Go Mahjong Win Mah-ney Then Go Play Dota...If Lose then no dota...=( Ok Lah...now I Shall Show You my MasterPiece...I Just FinisThey Are All Garfields(FATTY BOM BOM CATS)...Lying Around And Slacking Around Allllll Day! Wah Lau Maybe Worst Then Garfield...They Are not like Normal Cats...U call their names they just give u the fuck off face and meow u(probably saying "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE" or "Talk to My Paw Cause The Face Isn't Listening"). Everyday Finding Places to Hide so that they can sleep all day without me disturbing them...but i always find them eventually because they only stay around places that are near their toilet and food...eat orleady pang saihed Yesterday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28174%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28174%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOD DAMN NICE RIGHT! Of Course I got Some Help From My Shi Fu, Jeff! I'm So Happy Working With Him Although He's Have a Bad Temper...But I Don Mind! He Pays Me 30 Bucks Per Day To Do What I Love! I Would Even Be Happy If He Pay Me Only By Buying Lunch and Dinner For me~! I Never Could Imagine I Can Create This Kind Beautiful Beautiful Thing... There's More Coming Up but My School's Starting...Sian-ed. I Hate School! Cant Wait For Friday...Staying Over At Jia Hua House! Wooot! Beer! Hard Liquor! Cocktail! WOOOOT! Power to the JIA HUA! I think this is one of my Best holidays I Had...I Had Good Job, Good Times With My Frenz...I Didnt had a CHANCE to stare at my computer the whole day...and I Didnt get sad or angry....Wow...This Is What You Call a Holiday Man!!!! Well...A Short Holiday.....=( My Holidays Ending...Hope I Can Skip Lots Of Classes...ahahaaha...I Hope I Finish My ITE Studies Fast man...then go on to POLY! Fucking Army People Please Let Me Fucking Defer my NS...I Don wan to spent my 18th year in NS...I Wan to Enjoy Flashing My IC Outside BUT NOT IN NS!!! I Don Wish to Club In Army's Toilet With Someone on and off the lights and the smoke machine is some ah beng smoking and "girls" is some botak ah gua and some fat hungry guy who can do anything for food as whores...NO I DON WAN THAT. Man...Every Nightmare I Had is the Same...i End Up Waking Up Screaming "NOOOOOOOO....LET ME DEFER PLEASEE!!" Then i realise it was a dream then i Ran to My Mum's room and i go hug my mum and tell her closely to her ears...&lt;br /&gt;and i said "Mum..."&lt;br /&gt;My Mum: "Yes Boy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I Want To Tell You That...."&lt;br /&gt;My Mum: "WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Now Morning Liao. I very Hungry, Get Me Something to Eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase Of The Week: "Love Is Everything, Money Is Not, But...I LOVE MONEY!"-Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Catchy Phrase Of the Week: " Woon Woon(Steady x2) Jia(Eat) Bee Hoon(you donno this go and gum bangala lan jiao)" -Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Picture Of the Week: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28162%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28162%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Yawn* Nightz  EveryOne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113207621739130576?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113207621739130576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113207621739130576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113207621739130576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113207621739130576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-holidays-best-job-ever.html' title='Happy Holidays! Best Job Ever!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-113044658566849860</id><published>2005-10-28T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:56:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dunks</title><content type='html'>This Is My Sucky Ugly Disgusting Dunks...Look And The Two Sides...One Have Colour  The Other one Don Have! WTF! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28142%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28142%291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28143%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28143%291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Is The Fucking Nice Dunks I Bought For 100 Bucks! Muahahaha...I'm So Happy to Buy It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28144%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28144%292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/Image%28145%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/320/Image%28145%292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Nice...I Cant Stop Admiring It...ahahaha....It's So Cool Lah...At Last I Bought A nice Dunks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113044658566849860?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113044658566849860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113044658566849860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113044658566849860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113044658566849860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-dunks.html' title='My Dunks'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-113044620093964062</id><published>2005-10-28T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:50:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 At Last!</title><content type='html'>I'm 18 At Last!!!! Even Though it's 3.30am in the morning... I'm still awake and blog. Wtf? At last!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Can Watch RA movies Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Buy Beer And Liquor Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Buy Condom Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Fuck Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Go Clubbing Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Slap My IC to The Bouncers In The Club Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Smack Those Who Are Not 18 Yet With My IC Legally&lt;br /&gt;I Can Fuck Girls Who Are Under 18.....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously The Last three are crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had a really fun time from the start of my holidays till now so far. Since when i started my holidays Jon start to come to my house to "WORK" haha...obviously played dota and watched movies at my place and also sometimes when to orchard to shop abit...so much fun with him...So much we had when we are together laughing at disgusting things and the more disgusting it was the louder we laughed.... I had soooo much Dota...until recently because i got to go chalet and do some important stuff so i didnt dota like....5 days?6 days? yea...so lets talk about the chalet....the first chalet i went in october was steve's chalet...it was fun knowing some new people....and played mahjong with them and games la...but the best is still last week's Chalet...Seno's Chalet...Before we went...jon was at my house then after that seno came over to my place then we went to downtown east together....when i reached there, there's no one i know there except seno...so i just interact with them...they are one bunch of friendly dota guys!! There were near 20 guys and three girls one of them is attached with one of the guys there. One with big boobs who seems very familar...maybe she's one of the actress i worked with in ngee yan poly. Then there's this pretty girl...slim and pretty...too good for me...Anyway...i talked with some of the guys hanging around the bbq pit(the girls are in the room), mostly about dota and i didnt do much of talking because i'm damn hungry and i kept eating...aahhahaa...then after i was full i played blackjack with a bunch of guys...around 5, 6 guys...we only bet 20 cents or 10 cents...ahahaha inside the room they are betting like...1 dollar to 10 dollars!!!! so we said once one of us earn one buck then we go to the "Casino Boat"(gambling inside the room) hahaha...so i did win enough money to get me a drink from the vending machine...ahaha...i did not use my winnings to bet in the "Casino Boat"...haha...after that we played some lame game...007...means the first person points to someone then shout zero then that guy must point to another guy and shout zero again then that another guy points then that guy say seven and then the last guy shout bang and points at a guy then the two guys beside them must do some stupid action. If anyone fail to follow how the game goes....he get the forfeit. Of course the three girls are involve. Then after two or three round of that stupid game we changed to a indian poker. Means u put a poker card on your head without knowing wad is the card. Smallest is Diamond two and the biggest is spade Ace. so everyone can only change their card once...so there are some who dota and some don dota. So just nice does who dota are one half(we sat in a circle) and the other half is the 3 girls and those who never dota....So we planned to cheat...ahhaha...if our card is the smallest...then we signal each other...then we change. muahahahaa... at first we blur and one of us got FIRST BLOOD and then after that we cheated like crazy and they found out! LOL....then they change game...they change to weird and cannot cheat game(bad news) then this is how it goes...you write a number in a paper and u fold it(they wrote in a notebook and close it) then one by one guess wads NOT the number then the one who guessed it get the forfeit! damn scary....there are two or three times it almost kana me! Really have heart Attack lah! This is the last game it is the most fun one! The forfeit is damn funny lah! the First forfeit for that game is a guy drink a tomato sauce drink with banana inside! WTF!!!! thats not the worst...the worst is...half way drinking...he spit back inside!!!!!!! and he stop drinking actually we scolded him then! I suggested a most disgusting thing! I TOLD THEM TO MAKE THAT A FORFEIT!!! OMG!!! THEN I was so fucking afraid that i'll kana but heng i started early because the guy who got the last forfit was quite near to me so........one guy kana and he really drank it!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! GOT SPIT INSIDE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the rest of the forfeit we say after the guy got forfeit...the next suay person is a girl! the girl with bf!!! We actually suggest her to do a riding action on her bf one but they don wan....wah lau...end up his bf do push up and kiss her...it's like nothing much lor....it's more like her bf kana forfeit lor...ahahaha then the next forfeit is this guy got to take out his underwear and swing it in the air!!!!ahahaahahaha....LOL...wtf man! damn disgusting...then Someone got the next forfeit!!!!!! LICK THE FLOOR!!!! 5CM!!!!!!!!!! LICK 5CM LONG!!!!! OMG!!!!!! WE STEP AROUND THEN HE LICK!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!! FUCKING DISGUSTING!!!! Then the next forfeit we took a longggggg time to suggest wad to forfeit then he keep say don wan la....then we decided on something...since he's the one who first suggested to make the couple ride...he will ride the next person who forfeit!!!!!!! the girls are praying that is not them....LOL....then it end up it's a guy! omg....he ride until like fucking him happily...the last guy get the forfeit like kana raped...LOL...Then after that we stop and went to find food...then walk here walk there find no fucking food...we wanna find mac but cannot find althought we walk past it and didnt notice then at last when we decided to order the 24/7 mac from a call...then while walking back...we saw the mac that we walked past just now! And it's closed....sad...anyway we called and ordered the food then we talk cork and play ps2 games...and eat crappyy bbq food as it was raining....i donno how the fuck the guy cook in the rain but it's hot and cooked so what helll i'm damn hungry i eat...ahahaha...i put nutella with crabmeat!!!! ahhaaha...it's nice ok...i just heck care and eat with joy and with nutella all over my lips...it's like someone tried to cum in my mouth with their chocolate cum but missed some shots. Anyway....after some sessions of talking cork we got our food then after that we played naruto!!! then after that we went up to 2nd floor to go for second round gambling! this time i borrowed 1 dollar from seno and played 50 cents....slowly i earn earn and i earned 3-4 bucks!!!! and i used 2.50 bucks to pay the chalet and i also use my own 10 bucks...together 12.50 bucks for the chalet...i think it's damn worth it! hahaha..then we play Fatal Frame Two In 7am...morning....but we close all the curtains so it became damn dark....then i thought it would be damn scary....but i ended up sitting in the front and talking cork and making fun of that guy controling...it's just two bitches taking pictures of ghost and the ghost look damn stupid and the guy playing is damn blur so it's damn funny...the ghost fucked him so many times and he still cannot killl him...LOL...then got one disgusting broken neck ghost...i find that scary and also funny! LOL...ahahaaha....and then some bosses they fight....damn stupid...instead of a scary game...i slept! LOL...then after that they play SMACK DOWN2!!!!!!! WOOOOHHOOOO.....DAmn fun lah! ahahaaha...i was around one of the best smack down player....and of course...i'm the best naruto player there...haha....oh ya...i forgot to say about the girls! after they bathed(after the forfeit games) they washed away their makeup and one of them looked damn different! Then i Remember Jon or someone told me a story about this husband didnt see his wife without makeup until the night they are married to each other....and they slept with each other and when he saw his wife without makeup...he thought it was another person! LOL....totally different man...better see your gal without makeup....that may shock u! Anyway...after the smack down game...everybody it's like damn tired....i slept like....less then half an hour....then slowly one by one suggested to go home...so we went home...me and seno slept in the bus like there's no tml....from fucking downtown east(pasir ris) to fucking chinatown....u know how fucking long anot...then when i got home...i bathed, sleepppppppp, jon came over...i said helo and continue sleepingggggggg.....then when i woke up i saw jon watching "Whose line is it anyway" damn funny...ahaha...then i had my dinner then went to playground near jon house to talk about his relationship with his gf... and alot of stuff la...talk....laugh....feel abit sad....almost cried...aiya...we had some problems life then we talked about it...well...once we feel sad we try to make ourselve laugh then haizzz again....ahahaha...anyway i had a good chat with jon then i went back home and sleepppp....LOL...damn tired la...well...today...i didnt do anything much....just that i celebrated my birthday with my mum and she cooked damn nice food lah!!!!!!! i eat like i never eat for one week! Then after that jia hua intro me to this guy who are selling a nice brown dunks that i wanted....and i got a deal for 100 bucks! haha...he came down to my place and give it to me in spite of the heavy rain...it was in a pink box....haha...I'll Post it up in my Next Post....I Had A Really Good Time In My Holidays! I Wish it Goes on till end of my hoildays! Wish Nothing Bad will happen! Haaha...now it's going to be 5am...i better get going! ZzzzzZzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase? Hmmm... : friends are like underwear, always near u.&lt;br /&gt;                                   good friends are like condoms, always proctecting u,&lt;br /&gt;                                   best friend are like viagra, lift u up when u r down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Peace Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-113044620093964062?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/113044620093964062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=113044620093964062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113044620093964062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/113044620093964062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/18-at-last_28.html' title='18 At Last!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112939617505911927</id><published>2005-10-16T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:13:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This Maybe a Angry Post so let me start with saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aiya...Let Start with other stuff...today i spent like 20?30? shit man...i know that i'm suppose to save money but...temptations la...dota and food...I cant wait for holidays man...i have so many things to do man. Gym and games like badminton and not dota. And shopping(sounds gay i know). And My special Job. I'm really looking forward for my special job...Most of the time i'll be busy with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams Are fuckin near it's only next week and i only know 30% or maybe 20% of my module! Shit man...tml i shall study and scoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....i wish lah....haiz... sunday which is today and monday(no sch) tuesday(i have a paper on this day) i'll study like i'm having N's...LOL...super last minute man....donno can make it anot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...i'm feeling quite down at times especially i'm alone at home or maybe hanging out alone...because think of some stuff like i think of the old good friends i have...they are like drifting further apart from me...i'm talking about my ex-classmates in GESS...don worry i'm not talking about Peter's Gang...You Guys rock...we gonna get crazy after A's ok? Haiz...my ex-classmates is like slowly going further and further especially those who have gone thru with me all that 4 crappy years in GESS and till now... I always hate to drift apart from my friends especially good really good friends....it is one of the things i hate the most. I have lost contact one group of frenz before maybe they are too old and mature for me...i don know...they are like 10++ years older then me...but they like to play games...but because of some game shit...we slowly lost contact that was like i was in sec3....i kinda still angry of myself becos of that and i kinda miss them too...hmmm....it seems like i gonna lose another group of frenz...becos they are like drifting further away from me and now it's like......i donno how to describe it... it's just fucked up....All This is i knew it was coming afew months ago. All This Shit Happen Just Because of a fucked up bitch. I'll hate her for life. She's my only enemy. In my whole life...i didnt have a enemy before. I didnt even thought of anyone as my enemy but now...she's like taking all my frenz away.....i fucking hate her...i wish all my frenz will know her true self and hate her too and leave her to be a loner and she commit suicide and die somewhere nobody know and she just rot there and she will appear in the show called "Missing". She's like a devil....makes people's life difficult and sad then act angel in front of everyone and also act pathetic and let everyone sympathize her. Fucked Up...Hate Her Forever! My First Ever Enemy And The Only Enemy I'll Have. Anyway now...all my ex-classmate frenz got their brain washed by that motherfatherfucking bitchass slut whore. Wasted so much energy and money on her...i'm so stupid... But Never mind....i'm stupid becos i'm brainwashed by her! Push all the blames on her so that i wouldnt hate myself and hate her instead! LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know wad would be fun? I can turn back time and also forward time... i turn back time and slowly torture till she die and after that turn back time and torture her again with other methods...see which method can last the longest and the most torturing! Devil Bitchass Slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...this is a angry post. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck Off Fucked up MotherFatherGrandfatherGrandmotherAuntieUncleFucking Bitchhole Slutass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG NOSE FLAT CHESTED WORTHLESS WHORE!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay Away From My Life! Fuck Somewhere Else Whore. Go Geylang and Sell Your Chee Bye and Give them a free gift! You can let them enjoy the new sex! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET THEM FUCK YOUR NOSE!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112939617505911927?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112939617505911927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112939617505911927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112939617505911927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112939617505911927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck.html' title='FUCK'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112918927544968668</id><published>2005-10-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:41:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strokes</title><content type='html'>As I Skipped School Once again today, I'm doing some random surfing and i was also searching for lyrics of the songs i've been listening nowadays...and i found this quite interesting. I'm gonna Follow Alvin's style of blogging about songs... just read the lyrics...alvin u may know wad i'm talking about...it's about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt; LETTERS...haha.&lt;br /&gt;Here u go "Between Love &amp; Hate" By The Strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Between Love &amp;amp; Hate"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched her as she wiped her eyes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't make me sorry. Now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That you never listened - Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that high school dance&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about the finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're feeling lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lonely, so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never needed anybody, I never needed anybody&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody, I never needed nobody&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it, honey&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never needed anybody, it won't change now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't sing along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I said I was fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the second time&lt;br /&gt;We lost the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She'd be in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I would start the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Those days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know I can't give up - Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if i may ask why&lt;br /&gt;When will they get tired&lt;br /&gt;We've stayed up&lt;br /&gt;All night tryin' - Tryin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never needed anybody, I never needed nobody&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody, I never needed anybody&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it, honey&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody, it won't change now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't sing along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I said I was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time&lt;br /&gt;We lost the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I hope Alvin knows wad i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking About.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112918927544968668?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112918927544968668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112918927544968668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112918927544968668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112918927544968668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/strokes.html' title='The Strokes'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112901971530912600</id><published>2005-10-11T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:35:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExamS!</title><content type='html'>Woooo...Exams Coming Next Week...So Scary...Nowadays all my test i just plainly take pictures using my phone then cheat in the test! LOL!!! Shit Man...This Must Choing man. Bo Chiong Buay Sai Ar! Talking About Choing-ing my studies...what the fuck am i doing herE? LOL...Shit Happens. I Just finish school lah...after my PE...very tired. Haha...Excuses everywhere... Anyway anyone interested in joining me for exercising or gyming 19 onwards....Please tell me~! I said in my last post that after my ankle gets well....I Jolly well go gym-ing...haha. Now i know i'll need someone to accompany go gym with me otherwise i'll be too bored and after one or two week u will see my ass back at billy bombers munching Burgers...ahahaha...And...at around 26 oct i'll be going for a shopping spree...i know it sounds very gay but yeah I'm really going to shop...ahahaaha...Shop till my balls drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Nowadays I'm doing quite good...there are the good and bad times of course...but i've been laughing alot with jon and charls....ahahaaha...Laugh till my mouth's muscle cramp sia...next time before going out with them must do mouth stretching! LOL...The bad times i had are in school lah...wah lau...knn alot of shit la...teacher don like me la...Some people jeolous of my marks i get in my test la(ya...i copied but so do those who are jealous about my marks!)... My friends keep pestering me to go dota with them...very irritating...if i don go, they will say wad i not steady la...i not brother la...blah blah blah...KAN NI NAH! Heng holidays coming...i have been wishing for that for a long long time...And maybe i can enjoy life after i finish my ITE studies IF i can defer my NS. Really know...very fucked up to go so soon because if i go NS, i would not be able to enjoy the life of a 18 year old guy would have! so at least let me enjoy! After I'm in poly...I'll be damn Happy man...it's like one of my biggest goal in my life! So i really i can go there and be a student there...Continuing In poly is another thing...i know it is going to be damn tough in the second and third year so...i giving myself high hopes...LOL. For Now...just wish i would be going to NS anywhere soon! haha...Wish Me Luck Or You Can Help me Find the Big Shots in Army Then help me suck their dicks and tell them to defer me from NS...That would be highly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;shinjiru tame ni&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;utagatte kita&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;mamotteku tame ni&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hito o kizutsuketa&lt;/pre&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112901971530912600?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112901971530912600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112901971530912600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112901971530912600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112901971530912600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams.html' title='ExamS!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-112844520083811676</id><published>2005-10-04T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:00:05.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Is My Happiest DOTA Day Among All My Days Of DOTA So far.&lt;br /&gt;I OWN PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BEYOND GODLIKE FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN PLAYING WITH REAL PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;It is also the First time i won FOUR Games In A ROW!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I Admit...the last round playing against other people...that one is damn tyco...i use my CheapAss Strategy...PUMP THE CREEPS WHEN U THINK YOUR ENEMIES START TO OWN YOUR TEAM! HAHA... Playing with Public is always so mysterious and dangerous...haha...&lt;br /&gt;The Other Three Matches I Feel So Happy Lah...hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must First Thank My Si Fu, Jeremy. And Seno for training me...Tommy also....My ITE frenz...haha...There's so many people i wanna Thank...So I'll Just Say I Thank Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Like i taking grammy awards like that. Wah...This is the first time i paying 10 bucks so happily for my game. HAHA! DOTA is good....it can make someone's day like mine, A happy and wonderful one...And also at times piss me off becos of the careless-ness...haha...so i must Train Hard and win alot of matches and stay happy and problem-less...haha! A simple Game and just in afew hours It Just Made Today and Tommorrow A Happy, Carefree And Wonderful Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although My Com broke down....I'M STILL LOVIN IT! Haha...maybe abit pissed abt it but keep thinking abt winning in dota matches just make me happier! Haha...All My Feelings For Games Are Back In Action! Full Of Passion And Love And CRAP....LOL....Maybe Tml I Reformatting my com and lose more matches to seno to learn new things and steal some hints and tips from jeremy! muahhahaahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTA PHARSE: If You Think You Gonna Lose Or Your Enemies Becoming Gay, NUKE AND PUMP CREEPS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112844520083811676?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112844520083811676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112844520083811676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112844520083811676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112844520083811676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-is-my-happiest-dota-day-among.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-112827001438455883</id><published>2005-10-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:20:14.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Great Day!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! I'm so excited to blog today! Ok Lets Start from yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Let me do some recall for awhile...It's Something too fun to forget...hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....Yesterday! I decided not to visit my grandpa this week becos i forgot abt the celebration for both shang wei's and shuan's Birthdays! So i remembered AFTER i blogged and i'm lazy to change my post so...fuck it lor...haha...then Jon the kuku came over to my house early in the morning(10.30am i know it's not early to YOU but it's early to me) to watch naruto and exchange our porn collection....ahahahahaa...Basically we are sick of our porn so we exchange lor... fuck lor...he put in his thumbdrive and only manage to have two porn videos inside...while i gave him 5-6 disc full of porn! that bastard...haha...Porn is good ok...they can help release stress and anger and It can help u to forget all problems...because when u watch porn...your brain will be ONLYYYYYYYY thinking about porn and nothing else so it's good for Health so those bitches outside saying that porn is disgusting and shit like that....DEAL WITH IT!! YOU GONNA GET SCREWED ONE DAY...SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH...Ok...i tell u wad...i know after all this, all the bitches(One of the main point of a female being a bitch is to find porn disgusting) still find it disgusting. So i have an idea for all of you! So listen up! Ok...let me give u the most common example. You come over my house And into my room without me noticing and u saw me watching porn...and u're like "ewwww" so this when the idea come in! Ok...u hide underneath my computer table and suck my dick. This Way we both are happy. You don see the DISGUSTING PORN and i'm enjoying both my porn and getting my dick sucked. Ok Enough of that...After that jon and I went to orchard to get fidah(jon's gf) a present... buy some cute white bear then wrapped it up...I love orchard man...So Many Hot Babes and Hot MUMS....ahahaaha! Then i'm off to suntec arcade to meet the gang there...well...not the whole gang...some of them then we went to Toy"R"us to find some lame presents....ahaha...but in the end we feel very bad to give such lame toys...so we continue to find presents as our gang members slowly one by one showed up...Then we searched around the suntec to find two presents. Then i think they quickly decided on two presents and bought them. After that we went to clementi mrt station and met up with the rest of the gang...then we walked to shang wei's place and we heard that shuan is dating a girl on his birthday and not with us...that horny bastard...oh well...we just went to shang wei's place and her mum claimed that his classmates and him are at the park soooooooooo we walked there...when we reach there...we all are using our last few bit of energy to find somewhere to rest our lazy fatasses&amp; our feets. NEXT! WATER! We are so desperate for it that we actually SMELL WATER! COLD WATER! WONDERFUL! Then Peter Spotted the orange syrup and we mixed in the big pail(i donno wad that call so use pail lor) of cold water! TWO THUMBS UP FOR PETER'S ORANGE DRINK! i drank alot....then NEXT! FOOD! we saw some maids who are shang wei's frenz in his class, are doing the BBQ...so we act blur and go somewhere else and to wait for the food to be ready...Then Shaun called and say he will be coming abit later...Then suddenly shang wei come tell us that we are playing captain ball! I was like SHITTT la....becos i'm wearing long sleeve collar shirt and jeans...it's not very easy to move around u see...and they all also never tell me the dressing code so i decided to wear like wad jon is wearing to meet his GF...ahaha..of course he wear nice nice la...for me...i'm just copy...lol...end up regretting wearing it. I Played anyway...because i didnt wan to miss the fun....well...i didnt wan to sweat or wan any sweaty dicks to touch me so when i got the ball i just faster pass to someone...haha...well..there's one point i got quite pissed with shang wei's frenz becos they played abit rough(i didnt got the chance to get rough becos i don wan any sweaty assholes to touch me) and they are like...suaning us and they are like three people blocking someone who is trying to START the ball! Middle of the game nvm...BUT THEY SCORED AND THEN WHEN WE WANT TO START THE BALL THEY COME BLOCK US! THREE CHEEBYE THERE SOMEMORE! KNN! So there's one time i got mad and do abit of rough defence when i got the ball...becos they like to use three people block you right? Guess wad i did? I grab the ball tight and turn to my right and my left Then the cheebyes around me all got elbowed and fuck off liao...then i pass the ball...Then got one sissy cheebye tell bob(he know shang wei's frenz becos he same school) Then i whenever i got the ball no one dare to come around me...haha...then bob like asking wads wrong...but i didnt wan to fuss abt it and spoil the mood so i said nothing and continue the game for awhile more and went to join the slackin club who are relaxing one corner and watch those sweaty dicks chasing and playing the game as if they gonna get their dicks(for the boys)and boobs cut off(for the girls although some are flat nvm can cut their nipples because sure have nipple no matter how flat it is)If they lose the game. Then somehow someway...slowly one by one join our club and the game ended...we got thrashed but we laugh about it...and what is the best thing is THE MAID FINISH BBQ-ING THE CHICKEN WINGS!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAHA...I didnt wan to eat them becos i know there is no tap around for me to wash my hands after i eat so i eat other yummy food...eat eat eat like there's no tml...The food is damn nice la...OH YA! Our group are fucking anti social lah! ahahahahahaha....we took our food and sit far away from shang wei's classmates Even we have to sit on the ground! We sit there so many people like we having a cult like that! so funny sia...Then talk talk talk then afew of us thought of a very evil plan for shang wei! ahahaahaha...see That godwin quite small size...look nerdy one...BUT HE'S ACTUALLY VERY EVIL GUY! BECAUSE HE THOUGHT OF THAT PLAN! SO HE AND I COMBINE OUR EVIL POWERS AND BECOME SUPER EVIL! I kana helped him to improve the plan...haha...The Plan is...we put butter on the monkey bars and then challenge him to see who can climb the the monkey bar faster! So we found out that seno can skip from the 1st bar to the 5th bar! so we put the butter on the three bars on the middle! hahaha...then we wanted to tell him immediately after that but it is abit too obvious...becos it's like one group of people hanging around the monkey bars....isn't it very suspicious? haha...so we decided to tell him later...Then we went back to join the cult group and told them about it...ahaahaha...then after that shang wei gather all of us and he told us that we are going to play this war game, it goes like this. You have a base, so does your enemy then u have a bucket of water bombs(SHIT I DON HAVE EXTRA CLOTHES) that u can only use them on your base(we don care :p) and we have lifes our lifes is our paper sticky tape wrapped around us and once it is ripped u cant kill anybody. Then there's a healer so if u died...the healer can revive you. The water bombs just wan you to get wet. basically the game is like that. Then it's Ex-GESSians VS ACJC...they have girls...so it's difficult to rip theirs off wait rip wrongly how....ripped their shirt or even worst....rip their bra how? Then it's waist there leh...wait aim wrong pull their short Shorts down how...wait my horse stand up and see her Buns then my horse ready to choing liao...when my horse choing i cannot control one...my horse control me then fuck her on the spot how? Knn...Wargames Become Orgygames. Shang wei parents there somemore...KNN...if they not there no more wargames liao...all become orgygames liao...LOL...but sad to say that there's only around 5-7 girls nia...Nvm...one girl can share among five people. haha...one at the back, one infront...one left, one right and last one fuck the nehneh... no nehneh to fuck then call the fucking at the back there to fuck asshole and u fuck her cheebye...LOL...Wah Siao Sia! But I don like sharing...haha...share other things can but not sharing girl when having sex...I like to solo. Anyway, afew of them and me have no extra shirts...so alvin shouted to everyone in our base to go hide somewhere...so alvin, jeremy,godwin and me hide somewhere so secretive that no one else can find us there....muahahah....then we peek out abit... we just saw people running around...haha...then we just hide there quietly...then alvin saw suddenly everyone crowd around...means something bad happened...so i go there kpo lor...Oh...the acjc cheebye play damn rough and knock tecko's specs out and tecko cannot see so he accidently used his machine gun legs to step on his specs...tecko claim that even when he dropped his specs...the mothercheebye didnt stop playing. Second case...Lupkern Got "Raped" by two guys....one ram on to him and grabbed his head and another one grabbed him also and tore his tape off...WTF!!! I didnt see all that...if i did...both of the fathermother-sell-roti-prata Cheebyes will be tackled by me and will be resting on the ground for quite some time. and I FUCKING FORGOT I'M THE HEALER!!! SHIT!!! ahahahahaa....Daniel said he kept screaming my name....but i didnt hear leh...then of course...the game ended awkwardly. Then Lupkern went home with tecko...You Obviously know the reason. Pissed off la...wad else. Then nvm...we continue to talk cork and then cut cake! sing the birthday song...like how we did in primary school. Everything was like primary school birthday party except we don have our birthday cone hat. THEN! HERE COME THE ORGASMIC PART! THE CAKE IS EXACTLY LIKE A BROWNIE....COME TO THINK OF IT...IT IS A BROWNIE!!! I ATE LIKE FOUR PIECES WHEN ONLY ONE PERSON SHOULD HAVE ONLY ONE....AAHAAHAHAHAAHA....Then we kept everything and forgot about godwin's evil plan to slip shang wei down the monkey bar. Then we thought of another new evil plan which is to give shang wei a birthday bash...ahahahaha.....then when we got to shang wei's house...then when their parents are away...they all whacked him!!! Sadly...i was in the toilet making big birthday brownie cake for shuan. So no chance to join in the fun...Then we sit outside shang wei's house because jeremy keep scolding cheebye when shang wei's parents are nearby....and i also accidently said fuck to alvin when his mum is near enough to hear wad i said. So we are like one big group of idiots sitting outside shang wei house. we're like quarter of the time discussing where to go and the rest we are talking C.O.R.K. everybody's tired...haha...but daniel, jeremy,peter and me is not! so we went to the 24/7 lan shop to play! Wah lau on the way there my contact lens become very dry then dropped out lah! then i try to bring to a toilet nearby and wet it...BUT I'M IN THE BUS!! then when we get down...the lens dried up...so i got to see with one eye...that one nvm....BUT I USING ONE EYE TO DOTA!!! Confirm Die Alot Of times one...then  Play until this morning...around 2.30am-3am like that....we played dota...battlenet....so fun lah! We played like three to four matches...but peter donno how to play so he see us play until very sian so he go home first...poor peter...he should learn how to play wad...then can play with us all...anyway although we lost one match but it's still very fun! then we went to my house by taxi then go find whose father mother sell roti prata one then we go there eat....ahahaaha no lah....we go to the 24/7 kopi tiam eat lor...then discuss about dota stuff...learnt alot of new stuff...from jeremy...and it seems that i still need alot of training. Then they went to my house and sleeeeeeeeeeep till noon then chat about WOW then they decided to go home....then after that....my eyes fail on me and i fell asleep...ahahaaha....wah...today...i play eat sleep, wake up play eat then now...blogging...haha...just now went to the lan shop to play abit...battlenet...WAH....GOT NARUTO DOTA LEH!!!! DAMN COOL LAH!!! hahaahaaha....so damn lame and funny...rock lee like got his chin replaced by a dick like that... wah i write unti like very long liao hor...that jian hui la...say wanna meet then now leave me here to blog alone. haha...going to midnight liao...i kinda tired so if there's any spelling mistakes or grammatic mistakes please forgive me lor...I shall stop here and not make this post longer anymore. It's A Great Saturday and a Restful Sunday....So Fantastic! So FUN!! This what i call ENJOYING LIFE! haha...Thanks Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now i'll end my post with either jap phrases or just english phrases or jokes...Today...it's Joke...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed "Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I cannot accept, And the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off. And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today as they may be connected to the ass that I may have to kiss tomorrow. Amen"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112827001438455883?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112827001438455883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112827001438455883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112827001438455883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112827001438455883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-great-day.html' title='A Two Great Day!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112799041254521144</id><published>2005-09-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:45:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge</title><content type='html'>Donno Why Nowadays i got the urge to blog so much...even though my com is fucked up and my connection is as slow as 56k connection. I MUST DO SOMETHING ABT IT AFTER MY EXAMS! Anyway, today is the day i got out of "jail"(well...in the jail there's my wonderful mum in there...so it's not that bad..it's quite good actually...LOL) and get my ass back to school. Limping like i have my long dick stuck to my right Leg. I'm wearing this fucked up slippers which have "mouths" infront. Damn Irritating when i walk and that slipper is dangerously low in friction! Anyway, I had one lesson and my classmates psyhco me to skip the next lesson and go play dota! haha...u guys know wad happen la....then go dota and try out battlefield...had fun and then go eat... CCB know...when i eating my food, my fren keep saying disgusting things...and i cannot take it AND MAKE IT MORE DISGUSTING...Muahahahahaha...and u know wad happen la...they laugh and said "wah danny u damn disgusting". Haha...I felt that talking about disgusting stuff....no one can really disgust me Only by using words...of course there's millions of videos can make feel disgusted but no words can disgust me in anyway....i just add on to it and make it more disgusting! LOL...Next Week's is the start of all my plans..i wish all my plans would work like how i gonna plan in my weekends with my frenz! I gonna visit my grandpa this saturday...like very long since he go discharged from the hospital, i didnt see him liao. I going there to see how he's doing and bring him go eat dim sum together! Even better if we can go yum cha and eat! Muahhaaha...i'm drawing money like there's no tomorrow...LOL...Ya...i know the machine would rape me and shit but wad i do is...i call my fren(this fren i got him or her from the street and ask them if they would like to be my fren and help me withdraw money becos i dropped my contact or some other lame excuses like that) to help me withdraw money...i told them once they got the money faster pass it to me. Then after that i saw my fren getting fucked my the big blue fire extingusher...and he/she is screaming...i acted like nothing happen and walked away with my 50 bucks in my pocket. AND I FINALLY GOT DOTA IN MY COM!!! Feeling so happy...can play with my frenz online although i always get Owned...!!! Just now i went to bm mac to study...so Nice to hear right? go there study...heh! 80% crapping with them and joking around and Laughing like there's no tomorrow! Hmmm...And This Sunday I Gonna hit back to church! Still wondering if i can wake up for the first service anot...haha! Now after church no more arcade liao...all chiong lan shop...LOL! Next Week I'll start all my plans! Muahahaahaha(evil laugh is not only for evil plans, it's for holy Plans too!) I wish by sunday i'll be able to finish planning everything. SHIT!!! Tml i got test...Better start taking pictures with my hp...WHAT I MEANT IS I NEED TO GO STUDY NOW....LOL...I really wish my ankle could get well faster...if not i cant apply my plans. Wish Me All The Best!!! Woooooooohoooooooo! I Gonna do something so crazy that Almost nobody believe that i can succeed So that If i succeed then i would stand out right! Just like my N level! No one thought i can pass...sadly even my parents...haha...BUT i got my jon and Myself and my bunch of good friends to believe in me! Thats More Than Enough...haha...Wish Me All The Best Guys! Muahahaahaha...A Journey Of a Thousand Miles Begins with A Single Step Right!!! haha...I Simple Love Bob's Love Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;soshite ano hi ni modoreru to&lt;br /&gt;futari wa hohoemi auto&lt;br /&gt;tada sore dake ni suku wareta kute&lt;br /&gt;dare no tame ni inochi wa aru no ka ni&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;kizu ke nai mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112799041254521144?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112799041254521144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112799041254521144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112799041254521144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112799041254521144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/urge.html' title='Urge'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-112789890331461527</id><published>2005-09-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:28:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Old Me...Stop Coming Back</title><content type='html'>Three Days Of Staring at the four walls of my room...haha Three freakin days at home doing nothing besides surfing the net and chatting to my frenz online. I cant go out becos i've sprain my ankle...cant really walk far...it will hurt bad. So I also blog alot...haha...i surf the net to find the lyrics of the songs i always listen to...then i suddenly come across to one song...well...Before i found the song i saw a pic that i didnt delete for some reason....the stupid old me came back and stared at the pic....haha...dumb....anyway i tried to push my old me back but i came across this song by John Mayer I read the lyrics and then sang along THEN i teared.....rubbish...crappy old me...haha... Anyway let share with u guys "My Stupid Mouth" By John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My Stupid Mouth"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p&gt; My stupid mouth&lt;br /&gt;  Has got me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;  I said too much again&lt;br /&gt;  To a date over dinner yesterday&lt;br /&gt;  And I could see&lt;br /&gt;  She was offended&lt;br /&gt;  She said "well anyway..."&lt;br /&gt;  Just dying for a subject change&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Oh, another social casualty&lt;br /&gt;  Score one more for me&lt;br /&gt;  How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;  Mama said "think before speaking"&lt;br /&gt;  No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;  I guess I better find one soon&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;We bit our lips She looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;  Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper&lt;br /&gt;  I played a quick game of chess with the&lt;br /&gt;  salt and pepper shaker&lt;br /&gt;  And I could see clearly&lt;br /&gt;  An indelible line was drawn&lt;br /&gt;  Between what was good, what just&lt;br /&gt;  slipped out and what went wrong&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Oh, the way she feels&lt;br /&gt;  about me has changed&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for playing, try again.&lt;br /&gt;  How could I forget?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Mama said "think before speaking"&lt;br /&gt;  No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;  I guess I better find one&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I'm never speaking up again It only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;  I'd rather be a mystery Then she desert me&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Oh I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;  Starting now&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;  Why is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;  So maybe I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;  But it's all because of this desire&lt;br /&gt;  I just wanna be liked, I just wanna be funny&lt;br /&gt;  Looks like the jokes on me&lt;br /&gt;  So call me captain backfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm never speaking up again. It only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;  I'd rather be a mystery Then she desert me&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Oh I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;  Starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Teared Again...Well..it's true..I'm not gonna speak up again...Crappy...I Crap In My Pants...LOL...stupid blog name...haha&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/8950540-112789890331461527?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112789890331461527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112789890331461527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112789890331461527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112789890331461527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-old-mestop-coming-back.html' title='Stupid Old Me...Stop Coming Back'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112787357852783493</id><published>2005-09-27T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:12:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>When I Woke Up Today, I Heard This Song...Well...as usual i just laid back and listen to the song and didnt wan to get up yet....i found out the song is quite like my Life now! haha...Here You Go...New Deep By John Mayer. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"New Deep"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm so enlightened&lt;br /&gt;I can barely survive&lt;br /&gt;A night in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've got a plan&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find out just how boring I am&lt;br /&gt;And have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause ever since I tried&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to find&lt;br /&gt;Every little meaning in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's been fine&lt;br /&gt;I've been cool&lt;br /&gt;With my new golden rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb is the new deep&lt;br /&gt;Done with the old me&lt;br /&gt;And talk is the same cheap it's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a God?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think of it odd&lt;br /&gt;When he knows my address?&lt;br /&gt;And look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Don't they remind you of just how feeble we are?&lt;br /&gt;Well it used to, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause ever since I tried&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to find&lt;br /&gt;Every little meaning in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's been fine&lt;br /&gt;I've been cool&lt;br /&gt;With my new golden rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb is the new deep&lt;br /&gt;Done with the old me&lt;br /&gt;And talk is the same cheap&lt;br /&gt;It's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new man&lt;br /&gt;I wear a new cologne and&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed&lt;br /&gt;I know what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'&lt;br /&gt;But you're wrong this time&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb is the new deep&lt;br /&gt;Done with the old me&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the analyzing&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;(you try to figure, you try to figure it out)&lt;br /&gt;It will only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to be the back&lt;br /&gt;porch poet with my book of rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Always open knowing all the time I'm problably&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna find the perfect rhyme&lt;br /&gt;For 'heavier things'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112787357852783493?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112787357852783493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112787357852783493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112787357852783493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112787357852783493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmmmcoincidence.html' title='Hmmm...Coincidence?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112780603446777292</id><published>2005-09-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:30:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stupid MTV</title><content type='html'>I Saw This MTV By James Blunt And The Title Is "You're Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;I Find The MTV Lame...ahhaha But As For My New Hobby I Like to Find Out all The Meanings In The Songs...This Song Is Quite Nice Actually But After I Saw The MTV...Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Here It is...You're Beautiful By James Blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jamesblunt.com/images/beautiful.jpg" height="21" width="125" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dark-brown-thin"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112780603446777292?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112780603446777292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112780603446777292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112780603446777292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112780603446777292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-stupid-mtv.html' title='Some Stupid MTV'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-112771581355850541</id><published>2005-09-25T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T03:06:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>I GOT TO CHANGE!!! I DON CARE!!! I'M NOW FULL OF HATRED!!! I HATE MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Would Be An Angry Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Always telling myself that i'm gonna do this and i always fail to do it...now i'm going full power towards anything that i wanna go for. ONE THING I HAVE BEEN ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IS....HIT BACK TO GYM!!! Now i'm telling everybody that i gonna go gym till the day i go NS...now i cant escape...i make sure i cannot...so i must go...YOU GUYS WHO ARE READING THIS ALSO MUST GO GYM WITH ME!!!! FORCE ME TO GO!!!! I'm going all the way...i'm sick of being such a fatass and see my frenz getting more and more fit. This is also a message to all fatso!!!! Come join my hardcore gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TARGET!!!! I GONNA EARN ALOT OF MONEY......AND SPENDDDDDD......I'M GONNA BE A BUSINESSMAN....MARK MY WORDS EVERYONE!!!! NOW I CANT ESCAPE....I GOT TO GO FULL POWER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SLACKING DANNY!!!! I GONNA USE ALL MY TIME USEFULLY!!!! GYM,RUN,EARN LOTS OF MONEY, SPENDDD......AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...You guys maybe think i'm mad...maybe i'm really mad...haha...BUT...I'M GONNA ALL THIS WITH FULL POWER!!! PISSED OFF WITH MYSELF!!! EVERYBODY'S CHANGING....I'M GONNA CHANGE TOO!!!! MUAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of being mad...I'm Very Happy Today! You Know Why? Because I WATCHED BLEACH EPISODE 50!!! THAT EPISODE JUST MADE MY DAY!!! I Watched like...five times? AND STILL LAUGH!!! I took some pictures of that episode using my camera phone! Thats the best episode ever for me! And I read some jap songs lyrics which is very fun! It's like a hobby to me now! I love the meanings...especially meanings that describes my mood and my life and most importantly....my feelings. haha i shall make a point to have a jap phrase in every post i wrote! ok this shall be the first post to have this jap phrase thingy...every post different one!!! so interesting...haha...here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;nido to ano hi wa modorenai&lt;br /&gt;kimi ni wa mou aenai&lt;br /&gt;omoi shirasare kodoku no umi de&lt;br /&gt;oro ka sugiru genwa ku ni no mareta&lt;br /&gt;ai da to shinjite&lt;/pre&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112771581355850541?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112771581355850541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112771581355850541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112771581355850541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112771581355850541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112764442143656331</id><published>2005-09-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T03:33:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>You Must Read It Aloud To Make It Sound Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One Grows From the Flesh That Does from within&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Constant Evolve, A Constantly Thing&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we’re Lucky We Then Make it to 5&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Noise Of Childhood Has Timed Us To Thrive&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our Noises and Names, And Faces Of Place&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last In Our Mind For The Rest Of These Days&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 9 We Come Calmer, but Focused as Most&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For The Toys Of Our Shelves Are What We Love Most&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Things&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Will&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Then&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Pass&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, As The Schoolyard Do Scream&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 12 We All Wish Life Was Merely A Dream&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is The Age that We Reach That Makes Means To The Ends&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But This All Depends On Insignificant Friends&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They Are Your Rule, They Are Your Air&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You Appease Them Somemore for The Concern Of Their Cares&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For A One To Submit To The Pressures So Peer&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Would One Want To Live With These Fears&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, To Be Peerless is Truly An Arrogant Gain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You Sacrifice Friends And Yourself Still Remains&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hardly Deluded, Hardly Said Sane&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It Makes Us All Smarter And Closer To Graves&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just Bored. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112764442143656331?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112764442143656331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112764442143656331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112764442143656331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112764442143656331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112714942123260933</id><published>2005-09-19T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:36:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, oh... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let's talk this over &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something you said?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Don't leave me hangin'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You've got your dumb friends &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so are they &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's nice to know that you were there &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Feel Like Reading What Song Is Saying.     =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112714942123260933?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112714942123260933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112714942123260933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112714942123260933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112714942123260933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/avril-lavigne-my-happy-ending.html' title='Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112710115295510275</id><published>2005-09-18T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:06:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY BLUES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/1600/brain_female2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7468/491/400/brain_female1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Found This Picture Quite Interesting(Please Click On The Image To See The Words Clearly). And I Found Out That It's True...It's True...It's Damnn True!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...WHAT FUCK MAN!!! I suppose to be in school now...And NOOooo...I'm Sitting Here Typing Useless Shit. I Wanted To Go School Today But Unfortunately my handphone is just beside me. You guys must be wondering what the fuck issit gonna to do with not going to school right? OF FUCKING COURSE IT GOT TO WITH ME NOT GOING SCHOOL! You See...I use my handphone as my alarm clock and this morning when it's beside me, when it just starting ringing i just off it and went back to sleep...I SERIOUSLY DON WAN TO SLEEP BACK BUT SOME MIND CONTROLING CREATURE IS CONTROLLING ME!!! When I Woke Up...I was like FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!! Lesson Learnt...I should fucking put my handphone far far away from me and make it difficult for me to fucking take it but don make it almost impossible to take la...i'll get pissed off and when i manage to get it i'll smash the fucking thing and then i'll really wake up and cry. Anyway I Had This Weird long ass dream...but i just remembered Some..... i'm swimming in this big big pool with my clothes on...don ask me why...it's a fuckin dream. AND I WAS HOLDING ON TO MY HANDPHONE AND MY IPOD MINI!!! THEN BOTH OF THEM KANA WATER...AHHHHHHHHHHH....I So scared that i went to apply swimming lessons for my ipod and my handphone liao. ok...continue the dream...Then i give it to my dad to help me repair...then i donno why i sit on the floor see alot of people walk past...i'm like a beggar like that but no body throw money to me...maybe in dreamworld people very stingy...then my dad open everything in my ipod and handphone...i got so pissed until i woke up. ahahahaha....stupid dreams...if i don go school today...i can save money!!! wooohoooo! haha...i bet my ass and my dick that my ite frenz will wan me to play dota today! i know them too fuckin well. ahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok about yesterday, wah lau...like everybody forgot it is moonfestival...i ask them what they gonna do today either they say "Nothing Lor...see moon and eat mooncake lor"(like Watching Moon Shitting then u eat it's shit) Or "I See Moon Then I PCC" LOL...Aiya Everybody no more festive mood liao...all treat like no festival like that...so boring....then i call Jon out to walk around chinatown and chat la...haha...it's always very funny with him because we will say super disgusting things and laugh among ourselves...ahahaha...Then he came over my house to watch naruto then he go home liao...then i very sian....haha...Then I Watch Bleach...then chat with my frenz...then sleep...so boring hor. Today Maybe Later Gonna Dota In Chinatown...ahahaha...My Dota Mission is always to do lame thing in there and KILL GWEE CHIA QING...haha...Once I Can Thrash Gwee Chia Qing...I Can Stop Playing liao...ahahhahaha. THAT DAY SHALL COME...AND I SHALL RULE DOTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112710115295510275?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112710115295510275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112710115295510275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112710115295510275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112710115295510275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/monday-blues.html' title='MONDAY BLUES!!!!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112688194405583182</id><published>2005-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:32:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Broke</title><content type='html'>I've Been Using Alot Of Money...My Piggy Bank Scold Already...LOL...Because i owe him alot of money! Shit Man...I cant control man...the food and the dota...too tempting. My Allowance got 50++bucks per week and i always Overspent them! Borrow From My Piggy Bank! He's Now One Angry Pig Who is Ready To Fuck Anybody Regradless male or female If You Have Hole, You Got Yourself A FUCK FROM MY PIGGY BANK if u touch his money. It's all started that day i just wan abit of more beer so i went to withdraw some money then after i put my card into the ATM machine and press my pincode and withdrawed my money then immediately i turn and faster move away(i donno why i did that maybe it's my sixth sense)SUDDENLY...Immediately When i'm away from the machine, Out Of A Sudden It has Handcuffs Pops out and it was at the position where my hand was just now when i was standing there! The Machine Then Gives out a flame that is like trying to burn my pants off THEN SUDDENLY IT PULL OUT THIS BIG ASS DILDO WHICH LOOKS LIKE A BLUE FIRE EXTINGUISHER, RIGHT AT THE PLACE WHERE MY ASS WAS AT JUST NOW!!! THEN IT MOVED UP AND DOWN VERY FAST AND IT SAY "WHOSE YOUR DADDY NOW....WHOSE YOUR DADDY NOW...."IN A VERY ROBOTIC VOICE. I WAS SOOO AFRAID (OBVIOUSLY!!!) THEN I RAN HOME AND HUGGED MY MUM...Till Now I'm not sure if it is because of my beer or just my imagination OR IS IT REAL? I didnt want to withdraw money anymore but i'll deposit maybe they give u oral after u deposited your money. The More u deposit, the more orgasmic it gets! Maybe...i'm just guessing..ahahha. So now i'll try to fucking save money and not spent so much on food and ESPECIALLY DOTA! You See...My Ex-Classmates in GESS sometimes Call me down to play Dota. Thats Ok...BUT...MY ITE FRENZ...THEY ARE MAD!!! They Only Think Of Dota Straight after School And Nothing Else! EVEN THE 38 YEARS OLD DUDE WHICH IS IN MY CLASS!!! It's Like Three Times A Week Dota-ing With my ite frenz and I HAVENT COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I DOTA WITH MY OTHER FRENZ!!! Wah Lau...i think all my allowance is spent in dota...then i need good food also...then withdraw and withdraw...Siao Man...Spending money like nobody business...haha...But Now It's My Piggy Bank's Fucking Business to Care About How Much I Spent! It's also very scary to know how many times i actually played Dota and I still Suck. AHAHAHHAHA...Fucked Up. I Must Get a Pirated Frozen Throne And Train At Home! Haha...And get GODLIKE! Hahaha....i never get that before u know...after so long of playing...i'm a Old Newbie. Like that stupid song by A1....&lt;b&gt;"Same Old Brand New You" &lt;/b&gt;Fucking Stupid Gay Song But It's Quite Compatible with my Dota Status...Old NewBie. FF7 ADVENT CHILDREN IS FUCKIN NICE!!! The Graphics Is Damn Good Lah...Especially the Fighting Part...Damn Cool. Everybody Swinging Their Weapons Like Nobody Business!! It Gets Much Better With Sub!! At Least understand What Fuck Happen In The Start! In The Beginning...There Will Be This Girl Talking Alot Of Crap And The Things I See When She's Talking, I catch no ball...It's Like While This Girl Is Talking Crap That i don fucking understand, They show me alot of blue pubic hair then This Machine Transfering Sperm From It's Six Balls To Itself And Some Whore Without Hands In A Cylindrical Tank having this nice headband with it's name on it...and Show Me This Long Hair Dude In This Inferno Giving a Horny Look And That Gives Me The Feeling That I'm watching the wrong movie...u know sometimes if u want to download movies u'll just type the name out and search then download right? but somehow u cant preview it when it's downloading then after afew fucking days...i was downloading this Movie Call Forest Glump Then I Downloaded this Forest Porn Movie. Then There's Another time I Wanna Download Bad Boys...Then They Give Me Some Gay Porn Movie...Then 8 Mile They Give me 8 Inches. "School Of Rock" Become School Of Fuck...Some School Porn Movie. Alot Of Shit Like This...But After i carried on watching it's not porn Although It Carry On To Show Me Pubic Hair From All Over The World Come To Fuck This Big Red Ball. Anyway After I Have The Sub I Understood Everything. And It Is A Fucking Nice Movie...Good Graphics....Super POWER Fighting Scenes...All Was Wonderful....Freakin Orgasmic! Better Than Porn!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Next Saturday I Will Have This Class Gathering And We Are Eating STEAMBOAT AGAIN....So Fucking Boring...I Wish More English Speaking Dudes Will Come...I Don Wan All Those Typical Chinese Speaking Fuckers....I Don Wan To Mention Names Wait All Come Call Their Gang Come Whack Me. Nevermind I'll Try To Make That Outing A Happy and Fun One Because It's My Buddy's Birthday! Chia Jian Hui.... My Best Bro's Surname Also Chia...hahaha...So ya... Lets Wish I'll Dota Less And Eat Less Because All My Muscles Slowly Gone Liao...haha...time to gym! Next WEEK...It's Always Tomorrow...Next Week...next Month...Next Year....THEN NS!! FUCKED.&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112688194405583182?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112688194405583182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112688194405583182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112688194405583182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112688194405583182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucking-broke.html' title='Fucking Broke'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-112667227387468447</id><published>2005-09-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:44:56.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm Backkkk...But I'll Just Blog Whenever I Like...And My Tag Board is on a long holiday so even if i don update no one can complain!!! muahahaaha... i don wan to write anymore liao...today don feel like blogging leh...just to tell u guys this. haha Naruto Songs Always Cheer Me Up!!!! Listen to them!!! They Rocks My Socks!!! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-112667227387468447?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/112667227387468447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=112667227387468447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112667227387468447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/112667227387468447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-110727289482049475</id><published>2005-02-01T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:48:14.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I Know I Havent Been Updating My Blog...The Reason Is Simple...I'm Bored Of Blogging Because Of All The Restrictions...Cannot Write Lots of Stuff Because Some May Hurt People Or It's Too Private....etc... For Now...i'll stop blogging... I May Come Back But Not Very Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learnt :"Don Waste Your Time On Checking My Blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase Of The Day :" You're Still Wasting Your Time Here Even By Reading This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And This And You're a Boliao Ass...You Actually Wasted Your Time To Scroll Down To Read This Shit. You Are DUMB"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-110727289482049475?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/110727289482049475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=110727289482049475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110727289482049475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110727289482049475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-110457120555853723</id><published>2005-01-01T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T01:20:05.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Guys Sorry For Not Updating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes...yes....I didnt update my blog for a long long time...so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Actually It's Not Totally My Fault. My Computer and My Internet Connection Fuck each other then died together...in other words my com and my net was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now I upgraded my internet connection to 1500...which is also kinda useless now because my com is fucking slow. But It's kinda cool when i'm downloading some shit from the net because the speed was like 200-300kb/sec and that is damn cool! I must work and get money to buy RAMSSS so that my computer wouldnt be so laggy hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Yesterday's Outing was really nice despite of the stupid fucking rain. The Rain was Like going on and off when i'm at Esplanade, damn fucked up BUT it was fun to see people walking to the stage and running back to the shelter and going Back to the stage THEN running back Again(Obviously I'm In a Sheltered Place)...haha...i saw some people walking pass me and said "Fucking Weather" to himself.&lt;br /&gt;After afew mins later Jon came, Then His Classmates and Schoolmates...All Of Them Are Babes!!! Hot Babes!! Wooot!!In That Group, XB, Jon And I Were The Only Guys there at that time! Feeling So Happy With So Many Babes Around! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Enough Of Babes, We then went to watch RAFE perform. They're Damn Good, The Guitars, drums and the singing....they are all damn nice! Anyway fucking jia hua and charls said that they cant come and give us lameass excuses...Jia Hua Said That His House Blackout So he must lick the wall and pee on the power supply then put candles on a pile of shit as offering to the powersupply god and Don'tBlackOutMyHouse God, therefore jia hua cannot come.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm obviously added alot of crap into jia hua's excuse BUT i didnt need to come out with anything stupid or funny for Charls's excuse because.............................He Said that He cant come because it is Raining. Charls "Raining and Going Out Don Mix Together So If Rain, Don Go Out"(This is Copied From These Phrases "Drinking and Driving Don't Mix" and "don't drink and drive" On Some Traffic Police Banner I Think)&lt;br /&gt;After RAFE finished performing, We went to somewhere not so crowded to talk cork and Waiting for the New Year. I Think We Heard Afew "Fake" Countdowns... Then After The New Year, Jon and I Separated the gang and went home. Anyway we WALK home...because there's alottt of people hunting for taxi! Well...it has been a long time that we had such long chat because we're busy with our stuff...then when we reached TP NTUC, Jon Went home and i went to find my friends.Yesterday i slept at around........4-5am! Wah Lau Damn Tired then Alex And wee leong need to stayover at my house then the fucking wee leong disturb me when i was going to sleep....bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12pm today.........slack here slack there then NOW then i blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....Oh Ya, I Also found a Job while i'm in Esplanade! Yeah! 4 bucks per hour....not alot but....I NEED MONEY!!!! Anyway Forgot to tell u guys that i have a PINK mini ipod....Fucking Singnet...only give away Pink Ipods....Fucking Singnet....Your Father Don't Have CHEE BYE AR!!!! no wait...Thats wrong...argh. nvm... Singnet, go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-110457120555853723?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/110457120555853723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=110457120555853723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110457120555853723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110457120555853723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-guys-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title='Hey Guys Sorry For Not Updating...'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-110068756666960877</id><published>2004-11-17T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:32:46.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Dont Always Go The Way You Want Them To Be.</title><content type='html'>jdfgbiodhobdjfoibjw....why me? ahhhhhhhh.......wad a great start. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Cant Things Just Go My Way For Once? After i finish my N's, things start to fuck on me, In other words life became more fucked up. It Got Worst when i went into ite. My Mum kinda have this thinking that ite is "Is The End" thanks for the fucked up singapore gay ass motherfucking show, fucked up mediacorp...more like "meet the crap"...ok i'm my jokes are lame...i just wanna insult it, i have no mood for jokes... Anyway My Mum keep comparing this guy, that guy, this girl, that girl who are all better than me...Charls: "You Go Be Their Mother Lah!" after all the crap my mum throw at me, i just swept all that crap down. She Always Told me to study but there's really nothing to study! i always get 90% or 95% correct of all my test...i cant get 100% due to the fucked up teacher who give GENERAL KNOWLEDGE as a question in the test, fuck him ok...general knowledge my ass...U Know wads GENERAL KNOWLEDGE? ME KICKING YOUR ASS... Haiz...i love my mum but...she has became a old naggy granny like my current granny(friends that know me well, u notice that i never talk about my grandparents before...) I love everybody in my family...actually i dont really hate anybody currently accept MY DARLING SISTER...lol... my enemy for life... My Mum has been very down and very sad...becos of that sometimes i feel really down too...sometimes u see me very down when i go out with u, most of the time(70%) is because of my mum. My Mum kinda sad about me going to ITE...she really wants me to go on and take O's...i already told her that i cant make it for sure, i'll end up in ite in the end(double ite) but she just doesnt believe that i cant make it because i always pass every year...btw it's all border line passes. She wants me to try...i didnt want to because i think it's just the waste of time. I Hate to study, i hate stress, i hate textbooks(i kinda like to read story books but my english still sucks) So I discuss with my dad who understands more about my current situation...he's not a very understanding person tho. My Mum Was Unhappy about it till now...i need more time to prove her wrong...i need to go poly...NY Poly...Full Time Student...One Of My Greatest Wish.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime When I'm Happy, I'm crazy And when i'm down, I'm really down. u can see the change easily. So This Post is very different from the first few... This is...the sad me...not very sad yet but it's sad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is shall post about. Fuck Girls...not as in really fuck girls...wad i meant was i dont give a fuck about searching for girls anymore...i shall stop being as desperate as i was before. Don Worry I'm Not Gay. I Hate Gays. So as u can see i have no friends that are gay. i just stop being a despo. Just To My Computer and search for SOME STUFF and finish the job...no need girls...my com shall do the job. If u wanna think that i'm actually fucking my com then u're a sick person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Computer has been Lagging nowadays...i desprately need to re-format my com and get a new internet connection and get another new drive. My Computer has been my "wife" for years...haha...now that "she's" infected with some "disease" now she's not working like before anymore. Really sad about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still alot of shit...don really bitch much about it here...thats it for today i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-110068756666960877?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/110068756666960877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=110068756666960877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110068756666960877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110068756666960877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-dont-always-go-way-you-want.html' title='Things Dont Always Go The Way You Want Them To Be.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950540.post-110034980274490995</id><published>2004-11-13T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T04:43:22.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Com Sucks</title><content type='html'>My Com Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-110034980274490995?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/110034980274490995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=110034980274490995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110034980274490995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/110034980274490995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-com-sucks.html' title='My Com Sucks'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-109984236017793520</id><published>2004-11-07T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T07:46:00.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday And Today</title><content type='html'>This Blog Will Consist Of Yeaterday's And Today's Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Today...Is A FUCKED UP Day" HE Said That In Elevator Full Of People And WERE his friends...haha Just Kidding.......Dan: "Yesterday.....Is A TIRING Day...Today Maybe Another One..." I know it's lame...but...i didnt know wad to write to make my blog longer...so ya... lemme start with my main part of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,  i woke up at 6.30am when i slept at 3.30++am.....WOOT! Three Hours Of Sleep! I Need to wake up to help my good friend Jia Hua to paint his old shitty house which is going to be rented out. I literally dragged my sleepy ass from my house to braddell mrt to meet Jia Hua. When We met up, we went to had some friend carrot cakes and soya bean drink. The Carrot Cake Is Really Nice. I was really damn full...then jia hua brought me to the paint shop to buy a 25 fucking kilos of White paint. wonderful. A 25kg barrel of paint on VERY FULL Stomach. I don wan to carry it with my both hands because i'll walk like a guy with 50kg dick(my dick is currently 25kg then now add another 25kg...so that makes 50kg.. :P). I Cant carry with only one hand because i'll walk like a cripple. No Choice...got to hug it...After a short while the barrel of paint Successfully Pushed My 5kg Of Shit 10cm above my rectum before everything Pops out like an explosion. I then passed it to jia hua... Jia Hua Took 3/4  of the journey....haha...no choice...i got to shit. Then I did a 200m Dash Like Pregnant Athlete Going to Giving Birth to a 5kg Elephant Baby...A Big Brown One...ahaahahaha... I'm Not Being Racist. It's Just Coincidence. After The Orgasmic Shitting Session, Jia Hua Spread(Oh...KINKY huh) The newspaper on the floor because we're going paint the walls of that room(haha...It's Not what u think). I think We Spent about 2-3 hours to paint the whole room i think... As It is a small room. We then took a break, we went down to eat something. Then Came Back Up To Paint Another Two Walls Of Jia Hua's Old Room. Then We Started To Pack Up As We Got to Meet Jon At 12.30pm In PS Mac. Wah Lau... You Guys Should Take A Look At Our Feets Man...ahahahaaha..."SO BEAUTIFUL", It's A Mix Of Black And White. So We Sang "Black Or White" By Michael Jackson...ahaha Just Kidding! We Used A Brown Brown For Washing Plates To Scrub The Paint And Dirt Of Our Hands And Feets...Ahahaaha...Good Luck Whoever Is Going to Stay Here and Be Stupid Enough Not to Buy a New Scrub For Use. We Then Headed to JiaHua's New BUNGAOW...ahaha...We Seriously Neeeeeeeeeeed A Nice Good Shower After All That Shit We Went Thru That Morning. After That Orgasmic Shower, We Surf Abit Of The Net Then We Rushed Down To PS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...PS Was Packed with people as usual and jon was late as usual too....haha. After Jon Came to mac, We went up to the arcade to play this dumb game using something that looks like a fat man's short dick standing in the middle of a dog's bowl, to hit a small flat shit. The Goal is to hit the flat shit using the SDODB(Short Dick On Dog's Bowl) In the opponent's hole(Kinky Game) Or Should I Say It's a Goal Post. When They're(Jon And JiaHua Were Playing)hitting the Flat Shit, It Sounded like they're Playing PingPong. After Afew Minutes, Suddenly the Machine Start To CUM Out(Like Use Sexy Words) Three Flat Shit At One Time! Both Of Them Were Hitting The Shit Like Two Blind Men Play That Game, In Other Words They anyhow hit and pray that they will score, but sometimes things screwed up, Like when JiaHua Tried To Score, He Misses And The Shit Bounces back(jon didnt do any shit) And Kinda "Own Goal" It Happens afew times to both of them...ahaaha...And For Those Know What Game I'm Talking About(If You Don Know, Go Try To Use Shit to make gold.), And Have Played that game before, The Flat Shit Sometimes Will Stop in the middle and both parties cant reach it and one of the players need to reach out real hard to hit the ball? get that before? Anyway, Their Flat Shit Got Struck In The Middle For a number of times especially when the machine starts to cum three or more flat shit.... haha this was the time i came in and helped Jiahua to score TWO Goals when the Flat shit wasnt moving and i can reach for it... ahahaha....i think Jiahua Won Jon By Three Goals...Muahaaha... We Then Headed to another arcade in PS, We Went there to watch dudes play that punching arcade machine. The Game Goes Like That, Punch as hard as possible on that cushion and u got three tries. We Saw quite a afew groups of guys play that...they not bad...haha...We then Walked From PS to Far East. Along The Way, We Saw So Many Babes!!! WOOT!! So Happy! Those Babes Are The Ones Who Gave Me the Energy To Walk And Walk...ahaha...Actually I'm Very Tired one ok...i only had three hours of sleep. The Babes Gives Me The ENERGY MAN!!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;We Went to the Power98 Shit In Far East Level One, To Watch A Band Play Some Songs...Then I was damn sleepy...It's Not their Songs, it's just...there no source of energy....Hahha! We Then Went Shopping(sounds so gay), JiaHua Wanted To Find A Nice Cap...Jon And I Followed Him...We Search And Search And JiaHua Still Didnt Know Which One to buy, Jon Suggest To Buy Boxers...Then JiaHua Brought Us To The Shop Where They Sells Boxers and other stuff. I Didnt Buy Because I Didnt Brought money with me and i didnt want to borrow from them so they both brought one each. The Shopkeeper Gave Them Playboy's Plastic Bags to put their Boxers which is kinda Cool...I Was Dying As The Source of Energy Was Getting Lesser And Lesser, So We Went to the fountain to take a rest.  We Talked There For Awhile and we went to shop for Jiahua's new Cap. After Our "Big Walk" around Far East, I'm really tired and suggested to go to the Power98 Booth to take a look whats going on now as we waited for Juan's Band,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;They Are Really Good So It's Worth To Wait. There's Some Really Shitty Games Before RAFE came in to play...Those Games are exciting because it's really scary when they're choosing people up to play the game..hhaha...We Waited and Waited...and we when outside far east for awhile then we saw Juan and his band members going into Far East. Jon Stopped Juan And Said Hi...Well...I Was Really Really Tired And Sleepy So I Was Kinda Cold Towards Him That Day...Haha...Sorry! But At Least I Said Hi... After That We Went Back To The Power98 Booth And Sat Down On the floor watching some shit going on while Juan's Band Was Getting Ready. Then Benita Came To Join Us! Yeah... She Came Right After Church i Think... Yes! This Is the Moment We Had Been waiting for... RAFE started Playing Their Song Wrote By One Of The Member In The Band Then Another Two Songs. It as Really Nice! They're Really Good! Then After That We Left Because JiaHua And I Were Really Tired and wanted to go home... Then We Walked To The Orchard Mrt And JiaHua Left Jon And I As He Need to take a train Home... Jon And I Took The Same Bus Home...We had A Really Funny Conversation In The Bus....We had a Really Good Laugh. haha...Thats All For Yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Today, I Slept 12-13 hours! and Woke Up At 11am! Ahahahaha...I was damn tired la...Then Met Up With JiaHua To Go To His Crappy Old House again to Throw Away things that they dont want and finish painting JiaHua's Room... From 1.30pm to about 5pm we were separating the things that they wanted from the things that they dont want, Then We Throw away the things that they dont want...then This Old Malay Guy who is JiaHua's Dad's Old Friend, Wanted Some Of The Stuff that We Wanted to throw away so we gave them the stuff that we wants and we throw the rest away. That Old Malay Guy Actually had 8 Children! Haha...Maybe He Didnt Have Enough Money to buy a Condom So they use a long balloon instead...ahahha...A Poor Man's Condom= Balloon... When Someone have balloons with him, It Doesnt Always Means that he's going to have a party(Maybe Orgy ahaha) or He's a Clown...He's Just Poor. haha... Anyway...After All The Carrying and Throwing and Disturbing The Noisy Irritating Dog Which Always Barks and Barks when we walk past its Owner house, We Went back to paint JiaHua's Old Dirty Room....We Got to Paint The Walls Because Of All Semen On The Walls...Made By JiaHua...IT'S GREEN AND IT'S ALL OVER THE ROOM!!! JIAHUA GO GEYLANG AND SETTLE IT LA!!! Just Kidding! The Guy Who Wanted to Rent the house, Wanted the Whole House to be painted White and the whole house is in green so we got to paint it white. After Finish Painting The Room, We Pack Up and Went home...Dan: "It's Another FUCKING Tiring Day" Bob:" Yeah! It's A FUCKED Day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-109984236017793520?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/109984236017793520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=109984236017793520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/109984236017793520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/109984236017793520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday And Today'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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-8950540.post-109923193787499098</id><published>2004-10-31T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T06:12:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YaY I started blogging again!</title><content type='html'>Muahahaaha.....I'm Blogging again Because My Frenz Are Blogging thats all...haha&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to blog that time because some shit fuck my blog somehow someway then i cant blog a shit BUT i can still blog in a very fucked up way...that is to only blog in the title. Haha...If u have notice, i like to use lots of dots and "Haha", I'm just using is for the sake of using it for fun. Well...My English Wasn't Really Good Soooooooooooo...If I Do make any mistakes please forgive me... And I Don give a fuck how my blog look like cause i don actually READ my blog, you people are the ones who are reading it. So if anyone is not happy about it, do tell me. I'll happy to give u my password and let u mess my blog up. Well... I'm In the CARING CLUB wad... So I Don Give A Damn About Almost Everything In other words I take things easy...Well...Thats it for a Intro, Don Really Feel Like Blogging, I Just wanna Create a Blog...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950540-109923193787499098?l=mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/feeds/109923193787499098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950540&amp;postID=109923193787499098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/109923193787499098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950540/posts/default/109923193787499098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygodcanpeeonyourgod.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-i-started-blogging-again.html' title='YaY I started blogging again!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121577288234529634</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
