<?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-11414429</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:55:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hq</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414429.post-241746496839330950</id><published>2007-09-05T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:14:51.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess i wasnt really happy with the way how you really treat a guy who likes you. I tried so hard to be always there for you. But where were you when i need you the most? Talkin through the phone with another. I said i didnt have a good day and yea, you jst replied you'l talk to me next time. You dnt know how it feels to see that reply. You didnt even concern about what happened. When i really have nowhere to go. Was out there in the night with no key to the damn 'extra' lock. A night passed and the next day was your exam. I didnt want you to be late for it and hungry when you'r doing your paper. Went to buy breakfast to her house and yea her mom opened the door, went in t sit while waiting. I knew she would either be surprised or angry with me. And yea she wasnt surprised. I jst wonder which guy would do all these to that extent. Asked to leave. And I did. I wasnt really well appreciated from the quick shut of the door jst as i step out of the house. I wonder what am i really doing, and if i did sth wrong again. Alright enough said, i really shouldnt be like this anymore. It jst doesnt touches your heart with all these shit things i did. So jst forget about being me anymore, i'v tried to care about you more and being nice to you after you said im bad to you, i changed since then, and for many months im always trying and trying, and i get all these. I really dnt understand if thats the way you treat a guy you liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-241746496839330950?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/241746496839330950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=241746496839330950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/241746496839330950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/241746496839330950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/09/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-6885504708766938111</id><published>2007-09-05T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:00:03.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You didnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Saw her yst at her void deck. Was so happy and i missed her alot. I guess she did too. So we walked ard talkin abt our stuffs. I asked how was she and all. Yeap. It has been 2 weeks since i last saw her. She asked me to go her house accompany her study, because jacky and pals were fishing at the pond near her house. So i went to dw house to stay, so it'l be nearer to go her house. I asked why you not going study with marc and all. You told me no need because you had all the answer sheets. I was overjoyed to hear that, really. I thought i could accompany you again. You told me you shouldnt hug or kiss me when you see me, but you jst couldnt help it. You told me you wont be with me even if so. But im willing to wait, babe. Knowing you'l eventually be mine, i would wait as long as i have to. Her mom called several times and she had to go home. So i walked her to her door. We hugged gently and off she went into her house. She said she's tired so she wont be calling me. And yea while i was back with jacky and all, she called, i guessed it was her when my phone rang. I was surprised, and also really glad that she called. We talked not kinda long but yea i enjoyed talkin to you. It was ages since we last talked like this alr. And yea you were tired so i asked you to go and sleep. Reminiscing how you jst hold me so tight and talked to me, i thought you really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dw house to sleep for the night. and waited for you. I woke up at 9+ checkd my phone for your call or msges and went back to sleep. Again 12pm i woke up and checkd, dw had alr went to school at 11am to fetch merlyn. I was so excited i couldnt wait to see you again, so i woke up and waited. I thought you would feel this way too. I knew you were still asleep so i msged to remind you to call me when i can go over to your place. I woke up and lay there, jst staring into space. But at 3 49pm you msged, telling me you'r going out to study and remind me to help you to do the transaction. I thought you ask me to go outside study with you. So i called to ask. You told me you'r not meeting me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"i told you see how yst night alr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i stoned there, i was at a lost of words. I was really disappointed man, seriously. There was a moment of silence. And jacky called. I said "hold on" and i answered his call. And i heard you hanged my call alr. I tried to call back, you didnt want to pick up. So i pack my things and went to bathe, i brought my phone in, even hoping and thinking that you'd feel sth, turn them down and ask me to find you. But you did not. I knew i had to go home. Bathed and all i went down and walk towards your house. Texted you "really not gna meet me instead of your friends? Im under your block." You didnt reply. So i waited downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im used to all these waiting and all, but i didnt think that you'l really do this so suddenly even in my dreams. Alright, seriously im so disappointed and upset, jst dnt know why would you rather meet them than me. You can see them in school everyday! And i really thought you'd change somehow a little. Alright, im all wrong. I gta go for a puff right now.&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/11414429-6885504708766938111?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/6885504708766938111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=6885504708766938111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/6885504708766938111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/6885504708766938111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-didnt.html' title='You didnt.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-3630939998379543198</id><published>2007-08-31T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:11:39.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was so surprised to see you. Its been &lt;em&gt;a week&lt;/em&gt; plus i last see your face. I really missed you alot. But i dont know what to say to you. You asked me where im going, i was at a lost of words. I jst wna &lt;strong&gt;hug&lt;/strong&gt; you tight and say &lt;em&gt;i love and miss you&lt;/em&gt;! But i wouldnt &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; to, im afraid you'd push me away and what your friends think about me. Even without waiting for my reply you walked straight to your friends, you wasnt interested to talk to me i guess. You didnt call for me even you first saw me, you jst walked away as if we'r strangers, you stopped walkin til i call your name. I have a &lt;em&gt;phobia&lt;/em&gt; with your expression you gave me when you saw me. Because &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; gave me that expression too during prom night. It was exactly the same expression. You were close to your friends, from the pat on your back i saw he did. I dont know what to do and went up quickly. I was thinking alot, and was quiet throughout with them. Only Dw cheered me up and told me not to let my imagination run wild, and i really appreciate it man, thanks. I thought you would msg or call me so i waited, but you did not. Jacky,wq, jl and hh went clarke quay to have fun. I went nowhere. Jst nowhere. I wanted to call you to meet you but i didnt have the guts. Im afraid to irritate you again. Dw said if you still have some feelings for me, you would call me, and asked me to wait for your call. Hmm nth to do, after exams now, nobody to mix with. They have their life, caring abt their own gfs and stuffs. It was like losing a part of me now, it seems to be runnin away from me and not return. Im so afraid, i didnt want this relationship to be like the last. But i couldnt do anything. How i wish we'd be like last time, at least i can show my care and concern abt you. I &lt;strong&gt;missed&lt;/strong&gt; you givin' me attitude when we'r out tgt, quarrels we had, &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;laughters&lt;/strong&gt; we had. I missed your &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. I'v tried but there's nth i could do to have &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and your &lt;em&gt;attention&lt;/em&gt;. I cant do anything now but, wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-3630939998379543198?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/3630939998379543198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=3630939998379543198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/3630939998379543198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/3630939998379543198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-you-3.html' title='I miss you babe.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-494764068221374333</id><published>2007-08-31T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:47:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'l be alright, perhaps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I felt so empty. Jst like nobody's there for me. Friends were all busy and i really dnt know what to do. My heart jst sensed sth wrong. The way you react to me and all. Perhaps you don't like me anymore where another comes into you life. But please do tell me, i will try to take the blow. It'l blow me down long, or maybe forever. I dont have the guts to see you. Im jst not as welcomed as before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-494764068221374333?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/494764068221374333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=494764068221374333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/494764068221374333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/494764068221374333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/08/il-be-alright-perhaps.html' title='I&apos;l be alright, perhaps.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-8647053704901645018</id><published>2007-08-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:48:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Its 1 28am right now and i have Accounting exams tmr! But fortunately in the afternoon. Yeap. Dnt really have any mood today to study man. Was studyin with jy at the Macdonalds' near tampines interchange. We smoked and smoked, at least it helped me numbed some unhappy stuffs. I wasnt really much appreciated for msgin and calling you. Guess im irritating thou. But im jst showing my concern. You dont like it anyway. I'v really tried so hard to really accomodate and show less of my concern. And i even tried not to contact you that often. You wont even call me back either, not even a pure little concern. We'r jst like strangers. Perhaps we really are now. You seem jst cant wait to get rid of me. Maybe you really hate me that much. We'r happy together, but out of a sudden, you changed into another person. I really couldnt tell anybody about it. It wont help much either. Keepin' it to myself deep in my heart is like a spiked-torch. Really bled my heart out and hurtin so much. I dare not go to you anymore. I'l jst wait, and bleed in my shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-8647053704901645018?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/8647053704901645018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=8647053704901645018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/8647053704901645018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/8647053704901645018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/08/mild-seven.html' title='Mild seven.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-6579781704870783345</id><published>2007-08-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:23:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Finally i can go into blogger again. Its been ages i'd last blogged. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-6579781704870783345?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/6579781704870783345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=6579781704870783345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/6579781704870783345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/6579781704870783345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='Finally !'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-117641280568705467</id><published>2007-04-13T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:20:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love hurts, it won't work baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Days passed, we had lots a happy moments together. I guess i will miss those times. I said i will let go, i will have to do it. It isnt the first time i say it but perhaps this will be the time i really have to. Its jst too pain for me. I wait for your calls, for your msges, for your reply, and your attention babe. Its too tirin', you didnt ask me to wait but its jst my normal reaction towards you. I remembered times i bring lunch to your home everyday. Its tiring but i guessed i enjoyed it i have to say. Jst cant bear to see you hungry. I tried my best to change for you, perhaps its not enough. You'r one girl which could hurt me alot inside. And i guess you are one who i really loved most. I kept hangin' on, holdin you tight not lettin' you go. Perhaps you wont be fortunate with me. So i guess i should stop. You dont seem to care about how i feel inside, and to know how i feel for you babe. Im always jealous about you talkn to other guys, maybe im wrong. I shouldnt, b'cause you aint no mine. I jst couldnt stop thinkn about you, in the morning sittin on my bed the first thing i thought about was you. I guess this relationship may not come back anymore. Im sorry, i have to stop holdn you back. I should'v let you find your right guy. So i guess i wont be steppin into your life and mess up everythin anymre. Its harder than said, but i'l jst have to try, even if i couldn't, you wont like me as before or hold me back -- you'v let go many guys before, so i guess i wil be one of them soon. Love u babe. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i will miss sayin those words to you babe. "You know today i woke up, i saw sth &lt;strong&gt;this big.&lt;/strong&gt;  Wow. (:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-117641280568705467?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/117641280568705467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=117641280568705467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117641280568705467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117641280568705467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-love-hurts-it-wont-work-baby.html' title='When love hurts, it won&apos;t work baby.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-117552988027864712</id><published>2007-04-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:04:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/131554/772104035l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/984989/772104035l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Look at her, happy right? aha. Its from me of course happy la. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-117552988027864712?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/117552988027864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=117552988027864712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117552988027864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117552988027864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/04/roses-babe.html' title='Roses, babe.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-117551654797265005</id><published>2007-04-02T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:22:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imma treasure this 2 weeks with you babe. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-117551654797265005?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/117551654797265005/comments/default' title='Post 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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-11414429.post-117518599150037343</id><published>2007-03-30T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:33:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things between us don't get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Men steady comin' after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I held inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But just know that I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To always apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To keep you satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They watchin' everything I been doin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of it just AIN'T you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ain't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they won't show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much of a queen YOU are to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And why I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i gon' fight, for the right to love you, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-117518599150037343?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/117518599150037343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=117518599150037343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117518599150037343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117518599150037343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-my-love.html' title='You, my love.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-117515663185511945</id><published>2007-03-29T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:23:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway love, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;She's the one i love, truly  and deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I jst hope you will come back to me, kristy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-117515663185511945?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/117515663185511945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=117515663185511945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/117515663185511945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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arightt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played prank on dw tellin him sherryL was knocked down by a car layin in KK hosp.&lt;br /&gt;SherryL didnt switch on her cell and it makes the story more realistic! Ha pure luck.&lt;br /&gt;They'r actin was real good until dw called sherryL's house and bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocked at dw's shocked look when he heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went back to Tampines and got ourselves some food from Q-bread and went home cause jon got 16k run tomorrow. We'r always hearin' him sayin the amt of distance he had to run hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay i dont know what to write. Its lame to blog too =B Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-116560208999544995?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/116560208999544995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=116560208999544995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560208999544995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560208999544995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/12/vivo.html' title='Vivo!'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-116560073596071946</id><published>2006-12-09T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:58:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/475759/zPROM06%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/531048/zPROM06%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/572330/Sony%20305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/36593/Sony%20305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We hold on t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;il the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/849466/ztammy%20hq%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/618374/ztammy%20hq%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-116560073596071946?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/116560073596071946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=116560073596071946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560073596071946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560073596071946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-night-at-raffles-town_116560073596071946.html' title='Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-116560024678930001</id><published>2006-12-09T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:50:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/595962/zCIMG8110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/621871/zCIMG8110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he insisted. Ahhh not my fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/393829/DSC06899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/221789/DSC06899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/809617/DSC06898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/846695/DSC06898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 idiots quarrelin over taking a nice photo. Aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/80634/Sony%20275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/847221/Sony%20275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meibin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/631553/DSC06895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/707425/DSC06895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kamanny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-116560024678930001?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/116560024678930001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=116560024678930001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560024678930001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116560024678930001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-night-at-raffles-town-club_09.html' title='Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-116559829524705869</id><published>2006-12-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:24:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/536943/DSC06896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/457406/DSC06896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/841681/Sony%20307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/295612/Sony%20307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/392769/DSC06873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/654661/DSC06873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she's trying to look small but do you think she succeeded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/1600/55349/DSC06902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3634/925/320/732680/DSC06902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; zj, hh, manny-boy, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-116559829524705869?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/116559829524705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=116559829524705869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116559829524705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116559829524705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-night-at-raffles-town-club.html' title='Prom night at Raffles Town club. (:'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-116489284809834161</id><published>2006-11-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:20:48.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha i swear they'r funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Big Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A tourist is in Spain, and goes to a fancy restaurant for dinner. As he looks around, he notices a diner being served a beautifully garnished dish with two gigantic meatballs in the middle. When the waiter asks him for his order, the man asks him about the meatball dish. The waiter explains that the meatballs are bull's testicles, and when the bull loses the bullfight, the bull is brought to the restaurant, and this beautiful dish is made. The diner tells the waiter that he wants the bulls testicles for dinner, but the waiter tells him that only one bull a day is brought to the restaurant, but he can have it tommorrow. The diner agrees. The next day the diner goes to the restaurant, and orders the testicle dish. When his food is brought out, he notices that the meatballs are extremely small. He mentions this to the waiter, and the waiter replies, ''Well sir you have to understand, sometimes the bull wins''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Breast Awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there? The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a women`s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?" "Yes, see them and they make you cry." This infurated the wife and daughter so the daughter said."Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man`s twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree." "A Christmas tree?" "Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kill the Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A man walks into the dentist office. After the dentist examines him, he says, "That tooth has to come out. I`m going to give you a shot of Novocain and I`ll be back in a few minutes". The man grabs the dentist`s arm and says, "No way! I hate needles. I`m not having any shot!!!". So the dentist says, "Okay, we`ll have to go with the gas". The man replies, "Absolutely not!!! It makes me very sick for a couple of days. I`m not having gas!!!". So the dentist steps out and comes back with a glass of water. "Here, he says. Take this pill. The man asks, "What is it?" The dentist replies, "Viagra". The man looks surprised, "Will that kill the pain?" "NO" replies the dentist, "but it will give you something to hang onto while I pull your tooth".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lunch Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was his last day on the job and the mailman had mixed emotions. On one hand,he was glad to be retiring; on the other, he`d miss seeing the beautiful young married woman he`d fancied for the last few years. As he approached the woman`s house for the last time, he was both shocked and delighted when she greeted him in a sheer negligee and invited him in. He didn`t need to be asked twice, and the woman promptly shut the door,pulled him to the floor and made love to him amidst the morning mail. After, she served him a delicious lunch. While he was finishing his meal,she went to her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the mailman.He looked up. "I don`t understand. Why are you paying me?" "It was my husband`s idea. When I told him you were retirng,he said,"Screw him,give him ten bucks." "The lunch," she added proudly,"was my idea." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Age Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A man and his wife, now in their 60`s, were celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. On their special day a good fairy came to them and said that because they had been such a devoted couple she would grant each of them a very special wish. The wife wished for a trip around the world with her husband. Whoosh! Immediately she had airline/cruise tickets in her hands. The man wished for a female companion 30 years younger... Whoosh...immediately he turned ninety!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;House Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A little boy walked in on his parents having sex. He sees his mom bouncing up and down on his dad, and he says "Mommy, what are you doing?" She said, "Well, daddy's too fat so I thought I'd try to flatten him out." The boy replied, "Why bother, every Tuesday the maid comes over and blows him back up again!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ugly People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A bus carrying only ugly people crashes into an oncoming truck, and everyone inside dies. They then get to meet their maker, and because of the grief they have experienced; He decides to grant them one wish each, before they enter Paradise. They're all lined up, and God asks the first one what the wish is. "I want to be gorgeous," and so God snaps His fingers, and it is done. The second one in line hears this and says "I want to be gorgeous too." Another snap of His fingers and the wish is granted.This goes on for a while but when God is halfway down the line, the last guy in line starts laughing. When there are only ten people left, this guy is rolling on the floor, laughing. Finally, God reaches this guy and asks him what his wish will be.The guy calms down and says: " Make 'em all ugly again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Keep Rollin' Rollin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The doc told him that masturbating before sex often helped men last longer during the act. The man decided, "What the hell, I'll try it,"He spent the rest of the day thinking about where to do it. He couldn't do it in his office. He thought about the restroom, but that was too open. He considered an alley, but figured that was too unsafe. Finally, he realized his solution. On his way home, he pulled his truck over on the side of the highway. He got out and crawled underneath as if he was examining the truck. Satisfied with the privacy, he undid his pants and started to masturbate.He closed his eyes and thought of his lover. As he grew closer to orgasm, he felt a quick tug at the bottom of his pants. Not wanting to lose his mental fantasy or the orgasm, he kept his eyes shut and replied, "What?"He heard, "This is the police. What's going on down there?" The man replied, "I'm checking out the rear axle, it's busted." Came the reply, "Well, you might as well check your brakes too while you're down there because your truck rolled down the hill 5 minutes ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;An Expensive Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A beautiful young woman gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around her body and tells her husband that he can get in the shower. As he enters the shower, the doorbell rings.The wife says she'll get the door and goes downstairs. When she opens the door, she sees her neighbor, Bill, whose mouth opens wide at the sight of her shimmering form. He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and tells her that they are hers if she will just let the towel fall to her waist. She thinks why not and drops the towel down and takes the money. Bill gasps at the sight and shows her two more hundreds and offers them if she will just let the towel go altogether. She thinks she has come this far so what the heck and drops the towel to the ground. Bill looks for a minute, thanks her and leaves. When she got back upstairs, her husband had completed his shower and asks her who was at the door. She says just Bill. The husband replies, "Did he say anything about the $400 he owes me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A Sunday school teacher was telling her class about the difference between right and wrong. "All right children, let's take another example," she said. "If I were to get into a man's pocket and take his billfold with all his money, what would I be?" A little girl raised her hand, and said, "You'd be his wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A doctor had the reputation of helping couples increase the joy in their sex life, but always promised not to take a case if he felt he could not help them. The Browns came to see the doctor, and he gave them thorough physical exams, psychological exams, and various tests and then concluded, "Yes, I am happy to say that I believe I can help you. On your way home from my office stop at the grocery store and buy some grapes and some doughnuts. Go home, take off your clothes, and you, sir, roll the grapes across the floor until you make a bulls eye in your wife's love canal. Then on hands and knees you must crawl to her like a leopard and retrieve the grape using only your tongue. Then next, ma'am, you must take the doughnuts and from across the room, toss them at your husband until you make a ringer around his love pole. Then like a lioness, you must crawl to him and consume the doughnut." The couple went home and their sex life became more and more wonderful. They told their friends, Mr. &amp; Mrs. Green, that they should see the good doctor. The doctor greeted the Greens and said he would not take the case unless he felt that he could help them; so he conducted the physical exams and the same battery of tests. Then he told the Greens the bad news. "I cannot help you, so I will not take your money. I believe your sex life is as good as it will ever be, I cannot help." The Greens pleaded with him, and said, "You helped our friends the Browns, now please, please help us." "Well, all right," the doctor said. "On your way home from the office, stop at the grocery store and buy some apples and a box of Cheerios..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-116489284809834161?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/116489284809834161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=116489284809834161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116489284809834161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/116489284809834161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ha-i-swear-theyr-funny.html' title='ha i swear they&apos;r funny.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-115469522498014198</id><published>2006-08-04T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:40:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Aww what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Went for snipping and then back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Didnt want to sweat actually but.. it was too tempting to play soccer with ah chew and jidog all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;love my hair but it cost half a 50. =N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-115469522498014198?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115469522498014198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=115469522498014198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/115469522498014198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/115469522498014198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-tired.html' title='Damn tired.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-115461973042675691</id><published>2006-08-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:42:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rott please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey. Its like been 831170 years that i last blog? hahah im like =E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday bq. =B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-115461973042675691?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115461973042675691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=115461973042675691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/115461973042675691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/115461973042675691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/rott-please.html' title='rott please.'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</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-11414429.post-111786744963436474</id><published>2005-06-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:14:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAHAHA! guess who's here :P okay lah, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;qh's&lt;/span&gt; here (:/ im here to help this english proded lazy ass blogg :D how nice of me, hehe. hmm, still rmb when this chio bu has looooong fringe, hahahah! okayokay, nice pose :X hm, always jisiao me one. wths! retribution will find its way t u, muahahs. ok jk, im not that bad :D aiyah, nth t blog abt alrdy. heh, bye chio bu. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414429-111786744963436474?l=deadrockstar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/feeds/111786744963436474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414429&amp;postID=111786744963436474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/111786744963436474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414429/posts/default/111786744963436474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadrockstar-.blogspot.com/2005/06/qhqhqhqhqhqh.html' title='Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh*Qh'/><author><name>Deadrockstar.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439694244648227717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
