<?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-16216294</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:49:05.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinvent of The Haven..</title><subtitle type='html'>Banishing the old Darkness..

And Ignite the New.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4719822224498621573</id><published>2009-08-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:22:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>return</title><content type='html'>how would i bear to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;br /&gt;there isn't much fun to pick up the pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4719822224498621573?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4719822224498621573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4719822224498621573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8843709689706605882?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8843709689706605882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8843709689706605882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8843709689706605882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8843709689706605882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='what am i thINKing?'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4590193787492042838</id><published>2008-12-12T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:48:14.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind speaks...</title><content type='html'>lol...&lt;br /&gt;believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4590193787492042838?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4590193787492042838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4590193787492042838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4590193787492042838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4590193787492042838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mind-speaks.html' title='My mind speaks...'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-8380189013527922177</id><published>2008-11-12T05:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:33:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hand That Feeds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SRn6MHeZsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/HxdnCxsAp_o/s1600-h/n621290947_1562452_484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267516325258441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SRn6MHeZsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/HxdnCxsAp_o/s320/n621290947_1562452_484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8380189013527922177?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8380189013527922177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8380189013527922177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8380189013527922177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8380189013527922177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/11/hand-that-feeds.html' title='The Hand That Feeds.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SRn6MHeZsvI/AAAAAAAAACw/HxdnCxsAp_o/s72-c/n621290947_1562452_484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7918560250514171018</id><published>2008-11-06T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:40:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks A Breath.</title><content type='html'>Ah.&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to breathe without pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to figure out things at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just takes a little to act it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it makes someone a happier person ,&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since i've always been someone useless to you anyways , what difference does it make anyways? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the line is clear.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'd see anymore redundant comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways moving on..&lt;br /&gt;Opeth - Bleak.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for it to be played.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to work in rome with Spartak family again.&lt;br /&gt;one of the best times ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Bro.&lt;br /&gt;Happy for you that you've finally reached the point you've been waiting all these years.&lt;br /&gt;glad to assist you.&lt;br /&gt;Vaffanculo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D cheers - thINK&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-460002807700152991</id><published>2008-10-30T06:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:11:31.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks..Trips..</title><content type='html'>London &amp;amp; Rome..&lt;br /&gt;best times i've ever experienced..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;i hope there's more to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-460002807700152991?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/460002807700152991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4408525929084369713</id><published>2008-09-18T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T03:00:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Madness Speaks Mouth.</title><content type='html'>madness running.&lt;br /&gt;madness intruding..&lt;br /&gt;madness taking over me..&lt;br /&gt;madness taking OVER ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A...&lt;br /&gt;A....&lt;br /&gt;A.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this madness is TAKING OVER ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TAKING OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN THIS INSANITY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LIVE WITHIN THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this madness is taking over me..&lt;br /&gt;this madness is taking over me..&lt;br /&gt;this madness has taken over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A..&lt;br /&gt;A...&lt;br /&gt;A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this madness is taking over me..&lt;br /&gt;this madness is..&lt;br /&gt;this madness has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4408525929084369713?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4408525929084369713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4408525929084369713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4408525929084369713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4408525929084369713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-madness-speaks-mouth.html' title='My Madness Speaks Mouth.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2110411718465384534</id><published>2008-09-13T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:04:11.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks My Mouth.</title><content type='html'>it's so near.&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is so far back.&lt;br /&gt;things are changing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly getting out of this mist.&lt;br /&gt;People are getting clearer to look at.&lt;br /&gt;is it my vision?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just this world?&lt;br /&gt;is this world that fucked up because my mind illusions it this way?&lt;br /&gt;or is it the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;but this hatred and sorrow still lingers within.&lt;br /&gt;what is missing?&lt;br /&gt;what is this missing?&lt;br /&gt;is it me?&lt;br /&gt;i ponder what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;when everything's gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so much hatred within me.&lt;br /&gt;so easy to trigger this hate.&lt;br /&gt;i feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much really dead.&lt;br /&gt;my body's survivin on passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only what keeps me moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2110411718465384534?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2110411718465384534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2110411718465384534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-3958483417565707707?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3958483417565707707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3958483417565707707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3958483417565707707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3958483417565707707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mouth-speaks-missing.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Missing.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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setTimeout(touch_url,num * 1000);     }     else{           }    }        }    try{   sonic_stat();  }  catch(e)  {    }     --&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--scriptend--&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;as i look back and read my posts...&lt;br /&gt;have i really grown up?&lt;br /&gt;or am i still that kid dwelling within self pity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ambition : to be a tattoo artist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i read that somewhere while cruising along my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;dreams do come true sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the things i ever asked for in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i've grown..&lt;br /&gt;but still whining the same shit..&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;when i read back..&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at myself with all that trivial shit i used to be upset about&lt;br /&gt;since i have bigger and more serious probs now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown..&lt;br /&gt;ain't young anymore..&lt;br /&gt;it's things like these that make you think..&lt;br /&gt;dwell..&lt;br /&gt;ponder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeeEeEeEee&lt;br /&gt;so much have changed..&lt;br /&gt;so many people i've met..&lt;br /&gt;from a nerd..&lt;br /&gt;to someone like me now..(though still a nerd but do NOT look like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad this blog is a form of a personal diary..&lt;br /&gt;not much like to read it..&lt;br /&gt;but i write it for myself..&lt;br /&gt;for YOU(you peeps know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;for the future me to read it..&lt;br /&gt;as i am typing this..&lt;br /&gt;the future me might just be reading past this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people to meet..&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher brought life to my selfless death again..&lt;br /&gt;i am glad.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;so many people to thank..&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys..&lt;br /&gt;thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've figured relation isn't my thing..&lt;br /&gt;i'll just wait for Miss A.&lt;br /&gt;which will never come true..&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;hey man.&lt;br /&gt;when good passes your life..&lt;br /&gt;cherish it.(in more than one ways *winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't letting no relation drag my career down..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play!&lt;br /&gt;woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1663293748418097341?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1663293748418097341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1663293748418097341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1663293748418097341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1663293748418097341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mouth-speaks-look-back.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Look Back!'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-512972610423613951</id><published>2008-07-10T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:00:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Why?</title><content type='html'>have been in very bad mood swings lately.&lt;br /&gt;very frustrated at the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;without a reason?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;haven't had a proper one.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-512972610423613951?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/512972610423613951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=512972610423613951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/512972610423613951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/512972610423613951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mind-speaks-why.html' title='My Mind Speaks Why?'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2584370600116953396</id><published>2008-07-02T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:52:27.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Sadistic Desires.</title><content type='html'>once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;people used to say the happiest moments are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;to live life with happiness so when it comes to the end..&lt;br /&gt;you look back and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all that i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;the happiest moments never come cheap.&lt;br /&gt;and your life only begins the moment you hang your neck&lt;br /&gt;unto the slipknot you've tied to your ceiling and it ends the moment you stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;altogether?&lt;br /&gt;your life is worth bout 10 secs at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was quoted by a good thai friend of Elson's.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i find it true.&lt;br /&gt;very very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't bout living in it.&lt;br /&gt;it's bout what you've lived through it.&lt;br /&gt;life only happens when you've finally lived through it.&lt;br /&gt;death is a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admit it.&lt;br /&gt;love is the new hate.&lt;br /&gt;hate is the new life.&lt;br /&gt;in life you'll always need someone to hate.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've overdone that point that i'm failing so badly in love.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't bother me as much as it used to.&lt;br /&gt;i can't commit as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why rejections seem to be the new yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejections and failures.&lt;br /&gt;they are what makes a person stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just not ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;affected is what i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2584370600116953396?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2584370600116953396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2584370600116953396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2584370600116953396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2584370600116953396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mind-speaks-sadistic-desires.html' title='My Mind Speaks Sadistic Desires.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5690573069866553174</id><published>2008-07-01T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:16:54.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks...a leg na.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SGn1vjqPMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z_BjPdGGP3w/s1600-h/ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SGn1vjqPMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z_BjPdGGP3w/s320/ks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217971840660484610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i should just stop before it consumes me.again.&lt;br /&gt;i should just stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5690573069866553174?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5690573069866553174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5690573069866553174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5690573069866553174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5690573069866553174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mouth-speaksa-leg-na.html' title='My Mouth Speaks...a leg na.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SGn1vjqPMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z_BjPdGGP3w/s72-c/ks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5560346914877319233</id><published>2008-06-22T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:07:53.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind..</title><content type='html'>this sudden explosion of momentum releases this extreme aura of emotionless pain.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what happen.&lt;br /&gt;all i have in my mind is..&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos and music.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all endurance for relations and the pleasure the heart asks for..&lt;br /&gt;i've long forgotten what's a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;was it long?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was only 1 year ago.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed eternity.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten the feeling of holding a female's hand.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten what's a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten the satisfaction of seeing one's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i remember..&lt;br /&gt;is the feeling of holding a tattoo machine..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of ink..&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction of a client's smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy this way..&lt;br /&gt;rejections suddenly do not hurt anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i can't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i simply do not give a fuck bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent my fair share of slit wrists during my youth.&lt;br /&gt;whereas other's were happily partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my turn to party now..&lt;br /&gt;my passion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5560346914877319233?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5560346914877319233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5560346914877319233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5560346914877319233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5560346914877319233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mind.html' title='My Mind..'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-6881987691430587623</id><published>2008-05-25T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:50:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Thai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SDjT6QFxZMI/AAAAAAAAACE/mcpx-sV0SLM/s1600-h/t.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204142367131657410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SDjT6QFxZMI/AAAAAAAAACE/mcpx-sV0SLM/s320/t.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ho.&lt;br /&gt;i miss thailand na.&lt;br /&gt;very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-6881987691430587623?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/6881987691430587623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=6881987691430587623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6881987691430587623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6881987691430587623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mouth-speaks-thai.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Thai.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SDjT6QFxZMI/AAAAAAAAACE/mcpx-sV0SLM/s72-c/t.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-9172921354903508486</id><published>2008-05-14T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:34:53.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks ...Awake.</title><content type='html'>i've not slept yet..&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to die one day very soon due to lack of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;fucking insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-9172921354903508486?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/9172921354903508486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=9172921354903508486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/9172921354903508486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/9172921354903508486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mind-speaks-awake.html' title='My Mind Speaks ...Awake.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-612581968046195376</id><published>2008-05-11T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:37:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Issues..</title><content type='html'>i have issues..&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help it..&lt;br /&gt;i have serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should die to cure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-612581968046195376?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/612581968046195376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=612581968046195376' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;it's true..&lt;br /&gt;no one can ever fucking feel you..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the presence of a company is just enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes understanding your pain silently is better than feeling you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;remember..&lt;br /&gt;just when you're about to think..no one's ever there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's someone always there for you..&lt;br /&gt;waiting to understand you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5653313028889300961?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5653313028889300961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5653313028889300961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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close friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;even though you guys will never understand me but you guys are there.&lt;br /&gt;and you guys are still here.&lt;br /&gt;thank you babes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SB9humeq-NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5lEPJo2VbZc/s1600-h/dddddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SB9humeq-NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5lEPJo2VbZc/s320/dddddd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196979948239911122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys to the bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few more people whom i wish to thank but it's rather inconvenient for me  to speak of names and post pictures here..&lt;br /&gt;one is definitely my teacher..&lt;br /&gt;second is some BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;third is mr-fucker.&lt;br /&gt;and last..&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys to the bits.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7168813023902151990?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7168813023902151990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7168813023902151990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7168813023902151990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7168813023902151990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mind-speaks-thanks.html' title='My Mind Speaks ...Thanks..'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/SB9humeq-NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5lEPJo2VbZc/s72-c/dddddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-8764097008085162380</id><published>2008-04-29T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:23:01.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks ...Money.</title><content type='html'>Everything has a price..&lt;br /&gt;even price itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i have some cash on me..&lt;br /&gt;it comes with ultimate bad luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when this bad luck comes..&lt;br /&gt;it makes me like shit..&lt;br /&gt;it really feels like shit..&lt;br /&gt;my whole mind is like a scrabble game now..&lt;br /&gt;everything everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;things that were in place..is now all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind and emotions' in such a big mess now..&lt;br /&gt;what can i do...&lt;br /&gt;everything's screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i could end it all sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;i am not a coward..&lt;br /&gt;but like i said..&lt;br /&gt;i am just really tired of all these..&lt;br /&gt;how many times must this happen?&lt;br /&gt;how many dejavus must i have?&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt my lesson..&lt;br /&gt;but why is it happening again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to drift into a world of the medieval..&lt;br /&gt;where simplicity is happiness..&lt;br /&gt;now my passion is damaged by my own hands..&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself more and each day passes.&lt;br /&gt;this hatred..&lt;br /&gt;this hatred..&lt;br /&gt;but where can i bring my tears to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a hero's life is only eternal if it ends in a battlefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hate money..&lt;br /&gt;i seriously do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't live without it..&lt;br /&gt;i want a home.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i want to end..&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to think further..&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;call me a coward if you wish...&lt;br /&gt;though a mind controls it all..&lt;br /&gt;a heart can only take that much..&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;what is the happiness that i desire now?&lt;br /&gt;death i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;yes no..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe so..&lt;br /&gt;just maybe..&lt;br /&gt;but yet..&lt;br /&gt;so many things undone..&lt;br /&gt;i won't go peacefully..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm born to slave...&lt;br /&gt;not for humans..&lt;br /&gt;but for money and my life..&lt;br /&gt;i cannot seek out a single drop of happiness out of it..&lt;br /&gt;it's destined..&lt;br /&gt;i cannot hide it..&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/16216294-8764097008085162380?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8764097008085162380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8764097008085162380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8764097008085162380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8764097008085162380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mind-speaks-money.html' title='My Mind Speaks ...Money.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-3166896334254610277</id><published>2008-04-22T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:53:49.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks... useless thoughts.</title><content type='html'>after some tide washed in on my island..&lt;br /&gt;i manage to build my beautiful castle once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;when someone is helping you but not supporting you...&lt;br /&gt;can be quite depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if it's one of the only family members you have left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-3166896334254610277?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3166896334254610277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3166896334254610277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3166896334254610277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3166896334254610277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mind-speaks-useless-thoughts.html' title='My Mind Speaks... useless thoughts.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5789259001022329180</id><published>2008-04-06T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:34:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks...Unsure.</title><content type='html'>i'm unsure of what i want..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of what you want..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of what they(inside me) want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i'm alive..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i'm dead..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i'm me..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i still love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of how things will go..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of how things are now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of how things flow..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure of how things went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i will survive..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i can survive..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i want to survive..&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i did survived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i am sure that they are all living inside me..&lt;br /&gt;squirming in pain..&lt;br /&gt;screaming in vain..&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling it again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling these lies again..&lt;br /&gt;this reality that lies..&lt;br /&gt;....release..&lt;br /&gt;...end..&lt;br /&gt;tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5789259001022329180?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5789259001022329180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5789259001022329180' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5789259001022329180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5789259001022329180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mind-speaksunsure.html' title='My Mind Speaks...Unsure.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4235458285769466109</id><published>2008-04-05T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:15:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks.</title><content type='html'>"alone isn't a stranger to oneself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;little did joey ever knew that alone was the best companion to be with since young.&lt;br /&gt;ignorance filled to the brim of the little child..&lt;br /&gt;society carved masks for this human face that wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Death smiles and tells this child..&lt;br /&gt;"it's not your time yet...&lt;br /&gt;when you've finally gathered your courage and do it instead of words flowing..&lt;br /&gt;it will be the time where you've finally fulfilled your life and nothing is truly worth living for.."&lt;br /&gt;Emotions slowly died as words of the wise steps into the ears of the ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;as conversations fill the air around..&lt;br /&gt;joey realises no one else lives in this world suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;neither family nor friends are there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;only joey and the one named alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4235458285769466109?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4235458285769466109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4235458285769466109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4235458285769466109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4235458285769466109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mind-speaks.html' title='My Mind Speaks.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5318422141383057237</id><published>2008-04-03T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:17:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Run away Maya : Part 1".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R_SSSNppitI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5TEoKNxf9Lg/s1600-h/drawmaya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R_SSSNppitI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5TEoKNxf9Lg/s320/drawmaya1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184929912609934034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Run away.&lt;br /&gt;Run away.&lt;br /&gt;A virus eating your head.&lt;br /&gt;Hangman.&lt;br /&gt;Hangman.&lt;br /&gt;Please come play.&lt;br /&gt;Dead will you be today.&lt;br /&gt;As Maya runs away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5318422141383057237?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5318422141383057237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5318422141383057237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5318422141383057237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5318422141383057237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/04/run-away-maya-part-1.html' title='&quot;Run away Maya : Part 1&quot;.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R_SSSNppitI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5TEoKNxf9Lg/s72-c/drawmaya1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-8929298339152765255</id><published>2008-03-23T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:21:43.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R-YvLNppisI/AAAAAAAAABs/6bodG2Du08Y/s1600-h/PIC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180880291025750722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R-YvLNppisI/AAAAAAAAABs/6bodG2Du08Y/s320/PIC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8929298339152765255?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8929298339152765255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8929298339152765255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8929298339152765255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8929298339152765255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/03/pierce.html' title='Pierce.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R-YvLNppisI/AAAAAAAAABs/6bodG2Du08Y/s72-c/PIC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2405630595795675271</id><published>2008-03-22T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:16:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Or is it...</title><content type='html'>could it be just me all these while?&lt;br /&gt;could it be me being oversensitive person that i am that lead me to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really that i might just be an accessory sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;those who matters.&lt;br /&gt;stays.&lt;br /&gt;helps.&lt;br /&gt;understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who try to change you for no apparent reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Aquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i am oversensitive.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i might be stupid.(and clumsy)&lt;br /&gt;actually quite damn fuck stupid...&lt;br /&gt;fucking took me 2 years to see man.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just the way how some friend treats other friends.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe staying with one just changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;too many's happening outside the shop.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ending.&lt;br /&gt;not kill.&lt;br /&gt;but just END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;there are some who would not understand me and comment shits.&lt;br /&gt;go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet you do not realise how tiring it is to wear a mask EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;you go.&lt;br /&gt;and with no place to call home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time you do not wear a mask is when you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe instead of dogsoup haven i should be naming it the life of a gypsy or something. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2405630595795675271?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2405630595795675271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2405630595795675271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2405630595795675271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2405630595795675271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mind-speaks-or-is-it.html' title='My Mind Speaks Or is it...'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-6705852771305015210</id><published>2008-03-20T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:57:42.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speak Of Friends.</title><content type='html'>sometimes after 2 years of friendship..&lt;br /&gt;you begin to realise that the friendship you had with a person you so-claimed a best friend and vice versa is nothing compared to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;and when he calls you his best friend..&lt;br /&gt;he spare thoughts for others and little for you.&lt;br /&gt;hurray for that 1%.&lt;br /&gt;but i am not a beggar for friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm began to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;i contemplated to budge.&lt;br /&gt;i am convinced to change.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i am just an aquaintance to some but yet i mistook the idea.&lt;br /&gt;he helps me out.&lt;br /&gt;but slave i not be his.&lt;br /&gt;you help your friends cause you're willing.&lt;br /&gt;friends make sacrifices(small or big doesn't matter).&lt;br /&gt;friends are considerate towards friends.&lt;br /&gt;friends are willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;friends go that extra mile..&lt;br /&gt;friends that aren't friends like us..&lt;br /&gt;but i still would thank you for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-6705852771305015210?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/6705852771305015210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=6705852771305015210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6705852771305015210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6705852771305015210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mouth-speak-of-friends.html' title='My Mouth Speak Of Friends.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1127480048307366378</id><published>2008-03-14T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:40:05.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Myself.</title><content type='html'>hmm..it really took me awhile to register this fact.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people attracts pretty people.&lt;br /&gt;Freaks attracts freaks.&lt;br /&gt;Ugliness attracts no one.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i am still having none.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1127480048307366378?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1127480048307366378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1127480048307366378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1127480048307366378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1127480048307366378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mind-speaks-myself.html' title='My Mind Speaks Myself.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1888849571729986075</id><published>2008-03-12T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:34:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Thinks Clumsy..</title><content type='html'>i think it's just nature for me to be a fucking klutz.&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot afford to do so.&lt;br /&gt;in my job.&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT be a klutz.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i am distracted.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a klutz.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate my life but i can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful though.&lt;br /&gt;but then.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;something's distracting.&lt;br /&gt;but i am not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's my life itself?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i left music unsettled?&lt;br /&gt;we'll know soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;going through a roller coaster isn't the first in my life.&lt;br /&gt;get used to it kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1888849571729986075?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1888849571729986075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1888849571729986075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1888849571729986075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1888849571729986075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mind-thinks-clumsy.html' title='My Mind Thinks Clumsy..'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-489534650194922253</id><published>2008-02-19T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:44:14.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Corset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R7nDnOCtbgI/AAAAAAAAABk/s1fvKPwR7qw/s1600-h/_D3O6042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R7nDnOCtbgI/AAAAAAAAABk/s1fvKPwR7qw/s320/_D3O6042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168377125936131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;a sort of good luck number for shop opening in a way.&lt;br /&gt;not a believer but i respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left 15&lt;br /&gt;Right 15&lt;br /&gt;it will come.&lt;br /&gt;and there's more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-489534650194922253?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/489534650194922253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4111994298747900076</id><published>2008-02-10T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:02:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks...So Far..</title><content type='html'>11 surface piercings.&lt;br /&gt;2 nose rings.&lt;br /&gt;1 10mm ear hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 outlined calf piece.&lt;br /&gt;1 knee piece.&lt;br /&gt;1 inner bicep piece.&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/16216294-4111994298747900076?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4111994298747900076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4111994298747900076' title='3 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/&gt;What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive Killing Spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testicles Torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body modifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life that death release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2345581805637324106?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2345581805637324106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2345581805637324106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2345581805637324106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2345581805637324106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mind-speaks-art-of-randomness.html' title='My Mind Speaks The Art Of Randomness..'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4154414361995620692</id><published>2008-01-29T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:08:26.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks Days.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its just funny to see some geeks trying to dress up like a trend whore.&lt;br /&gt;they just put everything they have in their wardrobe together and go out.&lt;br /&gt;not to forget their thick dosage of cologne on their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;things seem so simple but yet so afar and complicated.&lt;br /&gt;respects and politics.&lt;br /&gt;a mask borns with it.&lt;br /&gt;often i wondered why am i born here.&lt;br /&gt;often wondered was i even born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i still dislike this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;a look around at times..&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel glad..&lt;br /&gt;cause although isolated..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still blessed with great people around me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;i am still filled with hatred and anger within..&lt;br /&gt;to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4154414361995620692?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-6261624303115511728</id><published>2008-01-22T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:12:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks..New.</title><content type='html'>Man.i knew X-Japan was reunited.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't know that they had a new single!&lt;br /&gt;and that single is for SAW 4's OST!&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;and it fucking rocks.&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since i listened to ROCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;but can i find the right people with the right sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened eh.&lt;br /&gt;but then..&lt;br /&gt;so little time for me to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions has successfully been eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fuck good being so fucking heartless.&lt;br /&gt;i feel even better after doing a corset piercing.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do more corset.&lt;br /&gt;15 rings on each side along my spine.&lt;br /&gt;that would be the ideal beautiful pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never drawn so much in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;and it feels fucking good to be drawing EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm within the dream.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be the dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;The surreal dream.&lt;br /&gt;The Illusionary Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-6261624303115511728?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/6261624303115511728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=6261624303115511728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6261624303115511728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/6261624303115511728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mind-speaksnew.html' title='My Mind Speaks..New.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-8507669826440236366</id><published>2008-01-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:08:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Speaks ....thINK.</title><content type='html'>well..i'm done at Starmedia and now i'm officially a tattoo apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the day where i start learning things.&lt;br /&gt;its not that stressful learning.&lt;br /&gt;its the financial cause i'm payless.&lt;br /&gt;going crazy with mirgraines.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.i guess this is the price i have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;its ok.&lt;br /&gt;not like anythting can be done.&lt;br /&gt;Poland.&lt;br /&gt;wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well...08.&lt;br /&gt;its a little weird cause i just literally realised it's 08.&lt;br /&gt;a new year.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i think i got myself lost somewhere in 07.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it is a better year this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new rap song.&lt;br /&gt;goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiofiofiofiofiofiofiofiofiofiofio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is "Fio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like being numb.&lt;br /&gt;makes me concentrate better.&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i am.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i am.&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/16216294-8507669826440236366?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8507669826440236366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8507669826440236366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8507669826440236366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8507669826440236366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mind-speaks-think.html' title='My Mind Speaks ....thINK.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1032505509773646533</id><published>2008-01-02T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:34:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year.</title><content type='html'>personally.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like new years(Chinese new year included)&lt;br /&gt;i don't like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like all these events.&lt;br /&gt;i used to like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;by june.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be an artist.&lt;br /&gt;that's the deadline i give to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i'm giving myself constant pressures.&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve at 12 a.m i was on the train thinking bout 1 jan 08 without realising i was thinking something so far yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;i still think the best way to celebrate is to order a feast and eat at home watching a good show.&lt;br /&gt;oh.not to forget your pack of cigarette too.&lt;br /&gt;never ever trust the atm machine during festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;i never had a machine refusing to give me money...&lt;br /&gt;when i had the money!&lt;br /&gt;damn crap machine.&lt;br /&gt;and i found out the best way for me to lose friends or&lt;br /&gt;at least make them stop hanging out with me.&lt;br /&gt;all i need to do is go to KFC.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if hun and fuckingemochristbibleboy will still&lt;br /&gt;wanna hang out with me..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i need to start drawing more often.&lt;br /&gt;i've been stoning enough.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;fucking new year.&lt;br /&gt;but still..&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;div 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height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7106309086037682758</id><published>2007-12-28T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:40:51.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks..Sometimes..All you need..</title><content type='html'>to be loved or to love one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know you're never lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get through a day or a week with confidence and a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get through a life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracle..&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't happening..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7106309086037682758?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1453328850084814081</id><published>2007-12-26T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:45:56.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start thINKing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R3GxEtX424I/AAAAAAAAABc/1tfH3rEqbPc/s1600-h/sticker+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R3GxEtX424I/AAAAAAAAABc/1tfH3rEqbPc/s320/sticker+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090543518571394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more? Do come down for a tattoo~!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1453328850084814081?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1453328850084814081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1453328850084814081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1453328850084814081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1453328850084814081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/12/start-thinking.html' title='start thINKing!'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R3GxEtX424I/AAAAAAAAABc/1tfH3rEqbPc/s72-c/sticker+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1687816322014737428</id><published>2007-12-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:37:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Fuckmas Retards.</title><content type='html'>personally i don't see the reason or the joy for celebration.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still wish everyone a merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw my own teeths..&lt;br /&gt;i remembered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i once asked mommy to show me her teeths.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her..&lt;br /&gt;"eee your teeth looks like it's all gonna fall off because you smoke.."&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/16216294-1687816322014737428?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1687816322014737428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1687816322014737428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1687816322014737428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1687816322014737428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-fuckmas-retards.html' title='Merry Fuckmas Retards.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7511784861577679758</id><published>2007-12-23T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:50:57.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last few posts before...</title><content type='html'>i change my job to be a tattoo apprentice..&lt;br /&gt;hence i won't be online so often anymore..&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to put my very first picture after 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;things really flew by the year.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to reminsce about.&lt;br /&gt;my life is so much better now with an aim(though with debts)&lt;br /&gt;Poland and London's Tattoo convention next year.&lt;br /&gt;this not only will be a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;but it's also a great momentum for me to move.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;but anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;i won't let it.&lt;br /&gt;i will see her and be at that tattoo convention.&lt;br /&gt;pursuing my dreams/passion recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;stupid some may say.&lt;br /&gt;but here's what i've to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion.&lt;br /&gt;It's what differs a great artist and the master.&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/16216294-7511784861577679758?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7511784861577679758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>The Day I Nearly Died.151207 6++ AM.</title><content type='html'>On 151207.Around 6 + am in the early freash morning in Neo's house.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around on MSN to see if anyone's awake to be obliged to my nonsensity.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately none.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to give in to my eyes and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i was lying there and neo was making final checks on M169586928FMVC24M6 a.k.a his computer for the shut down.&lt;br /&gt;Without suspecting of any Foul play, i was dozing off into the lands of LaLa.&lt;br /&gt;A speech sudden blurted out of Neo's mouth that might have terrored me.when i was still ignorant that is.&lt;br /&gt;That is.. "THE MIGHTY FOUL GAS RELEASE - TYPE:Humans" .&lt;br /&gt;he said :" Wow! it stinks! i farted."&lt;br /&gt;i asked :"fart?"&lt;br /&gt;and it was just at the right time when i needed to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;the first breath i took in.&lt;br /&gt;it was the Fragrance from hell.&lt;br /&gt;Was the smell of foul eggs , rotten vegs.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon inhaling , i felt everything rising up to the throat of release.&lt;br /&gt;i felt dizzy and nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately covered my nose and ran out to the living room with the question "what the fuck just happened?!"&lt;br /&gt;i then took might big breaths outside as i nearly suffocated in a foul gas from the human body.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for 3 mins before deciding to sneak into the room and scan for the remains of that foul thing.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;i ran out to the living room like i was doing a shuttle run for gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for another 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped in with high alert.&lt;br /&gt;i detect a slight aroma of death still lingering within as the assasin laid on his bed getting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for 3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped in.AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Still.The aroma was still there.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up waiting and went to the toilet to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was this time i ever noticed after being in his place for almost 1 year(weekends).&lt;br /&gt;i noticed the lethal weapon to fight with that foul thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was air vs air.&lt;br /&gt;The mighty :"HAZE AIR".&lt;br /&gt;A.k.a air freshner.&lt;br /&gt;i took it with courage and walked straight to the room with courage from the war.&lt;br /&gt;i stood at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Sprayed the entire room as though it was lizard spray vs lizards.&lt;br /&gt;i took a whiff.&lt;br /&gt;i went back to the toilet , peed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story on the day how i faced and fought with death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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haven't been so bleak but definitely stressful.&lt;br /&gt;i like being numb.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you give no fuck to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for death yes.&lt;br /&gt;i do not appreciate my life.&lt;br /&gt;but i do appreciate what i've did , done , doing and accomplished in life.&lt;br /&gt;it's a thin line.&lt;br /&gt;no regrets born no regrets left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands..&lt;br /&gt;it's time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;it's the moment you have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Do this good and proud.&lt;br /&gt;Die with honour and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5316992265290683583?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5316992265290683583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!"</title><content type='html'>well well..whaddya know...&lt;br /&gt;Fucking X'mas is here again.&lt;br /&gt;i really am not happy with x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously..what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;just stay home and fucking sing carols to the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;replacing foams for snow..that's stupid as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;they should ban X'mas in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Because x'mas has this holy vibe that makes everyone&lt;br /&gt;retarded and stupid on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today..&lt;br /&gt;i found a new way to relief stress..&lt;br /&gt;adviced by my dear hui hui~~~&lt;br /&gt;and that method is..&lt;br /&gt;WANKING!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;he is currently EMOING bout some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;slutery.&lt;br /&gt;it happens.&lt;br /&gt;no worries huihui.( www.forsakenlives.blogspot.com )&lt;br /&gt;though you're an emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;we're still besties.*Hearts Hearts~~&lt;br /&gt;XD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7427909157001473455?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7427909157001473455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7427909157001473455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7427909157001473455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7427909157001473455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-mouth-speaks-jesus-coming-open-your.html' title='My Mouth Speaks ..&quot;Jesus&apos; Coming!!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!&quot;'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1579792381069681983</id><published>2007-12-06T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:38:24.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks...Of Dying...off....</title><content type='html'>for so long that i've lived.&lt;br /&gt;it was nothing but a mere lie.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to live.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to leave.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that it works for you.&lt;br /&gt;it will work out for me the same way as it did to you.&lt;br /&gt;i missed out on lots of opportunities in life that landed me here.&lt;br /&gt;the terror that's hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;the stress that's dwelling above.&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;mommy looked told me with em solemn eyes.&lt;br /&gt;lazy ears that it fell upon.&lt;br /&gt;how long ago was it that i felt a pair of gentle hands..&lt;br /&gt;a soothing voice that tells me.."it's going to be alright" ?&lt;br /&gt;often thought we live to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ought to be given a choice to live or not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1579792381069681983?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1579792381069681983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1579792381069681983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also..&lt;br /&gt;especially when you try to return the MRT ticket card the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;by slotting it in over and over and only to realize...*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;look at the picture description and you'll understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R09_O89RNvI/AAAAAAAAABU/_HhQpO22Rig/s1600-R/stupid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R09_O89RNvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Exv9GvfqvQw/s320/stupid.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138465594711029490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 malu lor...&lt;br /&gt;my "act cool" image gone...&lt;br /&gt;gone...&lt;br /&gt;Gone~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone at TPY MRT that day must have been smirking inside them at me..&lt;br /&gt;ohnoes~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gone...&lt;br /&gt;i'll now sink into depression and be emo towards everyone around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-310715019478909074?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/310715019478909074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=310715019478909074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/310715019478909074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R00HEs9RNuI/AAAAAAAAABM/Gi3tU5KZQz8/s1600-h/platoon+10wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R00HEs9RNuI/AAAAAAAAABM/Gi3tU5KZQz8/s320/platoon+10wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137770527268615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..there i was.the 18 year old wolf.&lt;br /&gt;those were the dayssssssss..&lt;br /&gt;a picture speaks a thousand words. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-6423870605148924449?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/6423870605148924449/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-3515606150966162071</id><published>2007-11-25T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:11:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Resistance.</title><content type='html'>i broke free from the ropes of torment.&lt;br /&gt;and learnt the fear of self.&lt;br /&gt;after walking a path of smooth.&lt;br /&gt;i can almost feel again.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let myself into this again.&lt;br /&gt;i've to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to fall.&lt;br /&gt;no.it's just an illusion like J.&lt;br /&gt;it will be gone in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a wounded bird..&lt;br /&gt;reaching for it's wings.&lt;br /&gt;to fly once more...&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford this to happen now.&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford to fall into another mindless agony.&lt;br /&gt;grief upon my grave.&lt;br /&gt;i lay there wishing for death.&lt;br /&gt;for it's life that's death itself.&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing how army really changes one.&lt;br /&gt;i've gained more self-control.&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't enough to keep me away from stupidity and awakeness.&lt;br /&gt;i've gone through so much not to be put down like that.&lt;br /&gt;by myself.&lt;br /&gt;not by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling to keep my mind on path.&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;especially when ability is not what you have on hand.&lt;br /&gt;it's really dimoralising when you know it's wrong but yet you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT .&lt;br /&gt;some may say.&lt;br /&gt;but you have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;it's emotions that make a human alive.&lt;br /&gt;though reality's harsh.&lt;br /&gt;but we aren't robots.&lt;br /&gt;some things are just not within our mortal hands to control.&lt;br /&gt;what i'm talking bout..emotions..&lt;br /&gt;it isn't bout EMO..u know..those on the streets kind..&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking bout EVERY emotion.&lt;br /&gt;be it bad or good.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you can feel changes within.&lt;br /&gt;it's an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;that's my view.&lt;br /&gt;don't agree?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;no one's starting a mindless debate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stating MY point in MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a really pissed person.like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean i shouldn't be given another chance to feel.&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too weak to fight against myself.&lt;br /&gt;words can't really describe what i feel and think.&lt;br /&gt;because there's little that a psycho can explain.&lt;br /&gt;"a picture speaks a thousand words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to summarise everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crimson Wolf&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/16216294-3515606150966162071?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3515606150966162071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3515606150966162071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3515606150966162071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3515606150966162071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mouth-speaks-resistance.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Resistance.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7232880470106456386</id><published>2007-11-23T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:54:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Myself.</title><content type='html'>I'm Crimson.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in my early 20s.&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing but slack and wank.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pair of hands that does nothing but click into porn sites.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pair of ears only for music.&lt;br /&gt;I hate tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;I hate metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.i'm just bullshittin myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Crimson.&lt;br /&gt;In my early 20s.&lt;br /&gt;I do sketches.&lt;br /&gt;And i love em.&lt;br /&gt;I specialise in dark art.&lt;br /&gt;Probably not very good.&lt;br /&gt;But perfection is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;I love tattoos and tattooing.&lt;br /&gt;I love Music.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently a single loser.&lt;br /&gt;Who's always out of love.&lt;br /&gt;And then be emo to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how i look like.&lt;br /&gt;But my friends told me i'm eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to fuck care at times.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i am.&lt;br /&gt;Or how i am.&lt;br /&gt;And neither do i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still bullshittin to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7232880470106456386?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7232880470106456386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7232880470106456386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7232880470106456386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7232880470106456386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mouth-speaks-myself.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Myself.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5901728992912902167</id><published>2007-11-21T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:59:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertise!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day i decided to meet steven on a night for i was really dead bored and didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.&lt;br /&gt;was i a stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;it just had to be the day...&lt;br /&gt;where he cooked.&lt;br /&gt;therefore.&lt;br /&gt;to prevent from hurting his feelings further.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to post a picture instead of insulting.&lt;br /&gt;its a simple deduction from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PVSs9RNsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sZjCtlN4l08/s1600-h/result.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PVSs9RNsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sZjCtlN4l08/s320/result.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135182517414999746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i've eaten the best omelette around here and there.&lt;br /&gt;but for these 21 years of my life..&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know what's an omelette till you've tried Steven's 3 Layered kuey lapis omelette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear'ye! Hear'ye!&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents.&lt;br /&gt;Having difficulties in deciding where to eat?&lt;br /&gt;No problem!!&lt;br /&gt;Too late in the night for a meal?&lt;br /&gt;No problem!!&lt;br /&gt;Sick of eating normal meals???&lt;br /&gt;No Problem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Introducing!!!! *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Jr's Murder Restaurant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PU2s9RNrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NWmcEcWESjU/s1600-h/STEVEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PU2s9RNrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NWmcEcWESjU/s320/STEVEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135182036378662578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                           GUARANTEE TO SHIT OUT THE CANCER CELLS IN YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING COMES OUT AFTERWARDS!! YOU'LL BE LEADING A NEW LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY WAIT?!?!?! COME NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;NEWLY OPEN AT SOMEWHERE IN TAMPINES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN EVERY SUNDAY 24 HOURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALL : 9170**** FOR ADVANCE BOOKINGS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PWm89RNtI/AAAAAAAAABE/2soU8TB9H4A/s1600-h/521124738_88cba2c756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PWm89RNtI/AAAAAAAAABE/2soU8TB9H4A/s320/521124738_88cba2c756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135183964818978514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 would never know what you just ate.&lt;br /&gt;cause even him does not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5901728992912902167?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5901728992912902167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5901728992912902167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5901728992912902167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5901728992912902167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/advertise.html' title='Advertise!!!'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/R0PVSs9RNsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sZjCtlN4l08/s72-c/result.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-87257782099938615</id><published>2007-11-07T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:33:14.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Kraztafruz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RzF3V9TNQqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WETgFNXRAz8/s1600-h/Kraztafruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RzF3V9TNQqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WETgFNXRAz8/s320/Kraztafruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130012669667787426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my first piece of drawing that i have posted so far.&lt;br /&gt;i know people have seen better ones.&lt;br /&gt;but i just would like to justify this as a piece of art/drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:strictly only the contrast and brightness have been adjusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-87257782099938615?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/87257782099938615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=87257782099938615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/87257782099938615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/87257782099938615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/meet-kraztafruz.html' title='Meet Kraztafruz.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RzF3V9TNQqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WETgFNXRAz8/s72-c/Kraztafruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4081646710770958146</id><published>2007-11-07T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:25:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ResuErection.</title><content type='html'>i can't believe what a kid you are.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how u still chose to be so retard.&lt;br /&gt;you can't stand what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;but yet you're doing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;now you know how it fucking feels?&lt;br /&gt;it sure feels fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't feel anything you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been always pushing the blame on me while we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you do.&lt;br /&gt;i smirk as u squirm in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i decided to take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;To see me down is your aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you feel what you've been giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you shut up.&lt;br /&gt;you can never satisfy the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course i should have figured out long ago that i wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;espcially when you brought in 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to be such a bitch that you're not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;You're just exactly like L.&lt;br /&gt;You're just exactly like her.&lt;br /&gt;You're doing everything she did.&lt;br /&gt;You're acting exactly like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still cramped up in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;even with apologises.&lt;br /&gt;you still do not accept.&lt;br /&gt;and said that i pushed the blame to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one who isn't satisfied and pushing the blame?&lt;br /&gt;i took in the blame but you're just so..&lt;br /&gt;Full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not as hot as you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the "clubber" that you claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take the blame in and fully understood it.&lt;br /&gt;which was why i apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're ranting as though i pushed the blame to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 20.&lt;br /&gt;not 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start acting like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to know..&lt;br /&gt;why did you get together with me for?&lt;br /&gt;You thought you have feelings for me?&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to experience?&lt;br /&gt;you thought it would be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you're so locked up in your own thoughts and neglecting the person i am and my actions that you've let your guard down so badly...&lt;br /&gt;you fail to see what's actually going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what seems bad may be good.&lt;br /&gt;wake up.&lt;br /&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;realise.&lt;br /&gt;do not judge the book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;it's a bigger world than you think.&lt;br /&gt;understand it..&lt;br /&gt;what seems bad..&lt;br /&gt;Might be good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wake up..&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/16216294-4081646710770958146?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4081646710770958146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4081646710770958146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4081646710770958146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4081646710770958146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/resuerection.html' title='ResuErection.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-3803819466472717052</id><published>2007-11-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:07:23.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks.Alien.</title><content type='html'>My conversation with my supervisor on msn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : u there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crimson was sent to outer space to kill aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: may i take a message for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sv: tell ah khoon, jackie sent tat amendment since 2pm today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me: orh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: he go off to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:later he come back the message will be sent to him via human language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sv: thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: thank you for using alienbot messenger.please come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sv : O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:Join our Alien Messenger Lucky Draw contest! And stand a chance to win a trip to AlienSpace for free!&lt;br /&gt;Just keep leaving messages and your messages will be randomly picked!&lt;br /&gt;And if you're picked , you are the WINNER!&lt;br /&gt;So quick! leave as many/much messages as you can into AlienBot Messenger!&lt;br /&gt;(Terms and conditions apply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sv:(*Terms and conditions apply) *apply to alien only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:ya.which is why it applies to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me :no wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : you TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : karen is an alien too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : she is from planet Kukumonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv : *yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : you're an alien too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : just that you've been a human for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : you've lost contact with your inner alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv : i m averi absent minded im frm which planet ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : yes i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i know you came from planet blurrfusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i understand your confussion and lost contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : no worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : your inner alien will be soon revived by the great alieneader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : he will then ressurect the alien that may seem dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : soon you will have alien seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : and you will be sent back to planet BlurrFusion to regenerate the alien life-forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i, Crimson(my human name) is actually Alien code : 16860116.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i was sent by our captain alieneader to look out for surviving aliens on planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv : *yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i was told by an outsourced informant that Starmedia is really the nest of all alien breeders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : therefore i'm here to kill the alien soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : and rescue the alien breeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : one of the alien soldiers have been eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : his human name was "Kah sing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : but his alien identity was really Uglien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : the retarded alien from the planet of retard aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : he was sent here to kill everyone with his mental retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : thankfully to our great alieneader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : he was spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : he is now alive as a human for 4 more months before being sent back to alien nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : for further investigations on his brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : this is an infomation leak due to bug / virus in ths alienbot messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : please keep these infomation to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : thank you for using AlienBot Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : Have a nice human day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : - Auto Shut down -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-3803819466472717052?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3803819466472717052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3803819466472717052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3803819466472717052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3803819466472717052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mouth-speaksalien.html' title='My Mouth Speaks.Alien.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-364804039953396987</id><published>2007-11-05T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:53:03.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Cranky.Very Cranky.</title><content type='html'>i am seriously really fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so eaily pissed off lately and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;firstly it was :"Help me do this!"&lt;br /&gt;replies:"ok.tmr around 3"&lt;br /&gt;replies me:" sure or not.don't later last min i need to find someone to help me"&lt;br /&gt;replies :"ok sure.just a matter of time.its late"&lt;br /&gt;Replies back :"i got someone else to do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd seriously say a big fuck you and a big middle finger to you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't trust me or can't accept the way i do things.&lt;br /&gt;don't fucking ask me.&lt;br /&gt;if you fucking ask me.&lt;br /&gt;then don't fucking find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like you tell this buyer.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i will buy your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;when the buyer gets your order and all.&lt;br /&gt;you tell him "hey i bought it from someone else"&lt;br /&gt;you will gain no fucking respect.&lt;br /&gt;because you do not respect others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking people what the fuck did you do.&lt;br /&gt;you are NOT fucking young anymore.&lt;br /&gt;fucking wake up and be more fucking sensitive and considerate to the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously didn't mind keeping in touch and all.&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to disrespecting.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fuck even if you're my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd fuck you upside down so hard to make sure heaven seems like hell to you.&lt;br /&gt;don't come and tell me craps like :"i'm so afraid to talk to you because i am afraid to do wrong things."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is fucking why you're always doing wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause u never fucking learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;you learnt how to RUN away from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;and hence.&lt;br /&gt;like i said.You never fucking learn.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt mine.That's why the word JOAN is there.&lt;br /&gt;how many fucking times do you wanna run?&lt;br /&gt;how many fucking times do you just wanna enjoy the good and leave the bad?&lt;br /&gt;it fucking pisses everyone off you know?&lt;br /&gt;you may not know.&lt;br /&gt;cause the people around you are just keepnig quiet.&lt;br /&gt;carry on being like this and friends bid goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;and might as well bid to yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;cause if you don't know how to respect others.&lt;br /&gt;your self respect must be really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second case:&lt;br /&gt;my fucking ex-band.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden on this fine monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;"i got something to tell u.our old drummer wants to come back and play.faz and azmi plan to put u to bass and then if the drummer not avail then you sub.thats what they plan for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look here.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the matter if bout playing bass or not.&lt;br /&gt;i can fucking play the bass if you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;but fuck.&lt;br /&gt;this IS a fucking band.&lt;br /&gt;negotiate with your fucknig memebers instead of planning for them.&lt;br /&gt;you're not paying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are WORKING with them.&lt;br /&gt;you should respect the roles for each individuals and DISCUSS with them how they feel bout the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who doesn't respect.&lt;br /&gt;Always seems to be of the same blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;refer back to my post previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these isn't natural.&lt;br /&gt;it is what you presented and then forced people to feel even though chances are given.&lt;br /&gt;Points proven over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CRIMSONWOLF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-364804039953396987?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/364804039953396987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=364804039953396987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/364804039953396987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/364804039953396987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mouth-speaks-crankyvery-cranky.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Cranky.Very Cranky.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5625621783542210172</id><published>2007-10-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:45:18.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Messed.</title><content type='html'>Been losin my temper alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;and my best friend's been losin himself lately.&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of his girl.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that every fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;guys crumble to shit because of that?&lt;br /&gt;i've grown immune to it.&lt;br /&gt;like a lifeless zombie i live now.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly lost interest in EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;my job pays me so low that i don't even have any money to save.&lt;br /&gt;it's really fucked like how much i like this job but yet i can't stay.&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar eh? how much i love but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Deh-jah-voooo.&lt;br /&gt;right now i have no one by me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crumbling myself to shit this time.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have this new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;indulging in tortures.&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything.&lt;br /&gt;i've been such an angry wolf lately.&lt;br /&gt;i'd have killed if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate and be considerate of what you fucking have instead of fulfilling your fucking self you fucking shit.Do you know how much fucking shit you're putting him through?&lt;br /&gt;you're so fucking selfish and childish.&lt;br /&gt;Go eat your own shit you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you come from a fucking well off family.&lt;br /&gt;With a maid to serve even.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to torture him with your selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;By building your happiness on his misery?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much he has fucking changed?&lt;br /&gt;You said you love him.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;You can't even accept him.&lt;br /&gt;You're really one fuck childish arrogant fucking slut.&lt;br /&gt;You just had to spite him in anyway you can find.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fucking kill you if i could.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen such a fucking slut besides L.&lt;br /&gt;F-U-C-K   YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Leave him alone and find some other dick.&lt;br /&gt;You're turning him into me.&lt;br /&gt;A lifeless zombie do you know?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;I was right.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5625621783542210172?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5625621783542210172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5625621783542210172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5625621783542210172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5625621783542210172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mouth-speaks-messed.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Messed.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-8759817878438011075</id><published>2007-10-19T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:50:01.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Unncessary Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>you know.&lt;br /&gt;there are times where you think alot.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes these thoughts really put your entire day down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;at this current point where i am standing and living..&lt;br /&gt;some friends i've made.so close back then.so far now.&lt;br /&gt;but some friends were close.and now still are.&lt;br /&gt;new friends come in.&lt;br /&gt;one became close.&lt;br /&gt;so much shit has happened.&lt;br /&gt;but yet i'm living like i don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;But then again.maybe i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to fuck care the things around me more often lately.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just getting tired?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i've woken up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long.i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;i have micky mouse ears.&lt;br /&gt;and they look fucking ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday while walking amongst queue to board a bus.&lt;br /&gt;there was this indian kid and his family who was chasing after another bus.&lt;br /&gt;the kid ran behind me and tripped on my heels.&lt;br /&gt;he took on the role as superman and flew to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Flat.&lt;br /&gt;i took a look over my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;and boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;i felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;for 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i was sleeping on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;no one woke me up to alight.&lt;br /&gt;i got locked in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;called up the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;the driver came.&lt;br /&gt;he was an indian driver.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me that fucking look on his face which says :"CHAO CHEE BYE"&lt;br /&gt;i was really pissed at that.&lt;br /&gt;it is not that i am racist.&lt;br /&gt;just that those that often irritate people and piss people off real bad..&lt;br /&gt;are usually coincidentally Malays and indians.&lt;br /&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;i do insult about my own race too.&lt;br /&gt;its not bout the skin color.&lt;br /&gt;its bout the behaviour that's presented in public.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a culture to bargain something that cost about $135 SGD to a mere $2.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;cause at least be considerate that people's running a business for public.&lt;br /&gt;not only you.&lt;br /&gt;be it whatever the race is.&lt;br /&gt;even chinese aunties do that.&lt;br /&gt;discrimination over here in sg usually isn't a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;it is forced as people tend to MAKE others discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crimson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8759817878438011075?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8759817878438011075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8759817878438011075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8759817878438011075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8759817878438011075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mouth-speaks-unncessary-thoughts.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Unncessary Thoughts.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1956975019558565212</id><published>2007-10-15T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:23:53.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRANK.</title><content type='html'>I AM FEELING SO FUCKING CRANKY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING FEEL LIKE FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING AM CRANKY.&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING AM SO FUCKING IN A FUCKING KILLING MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FUCK YOU AND FUCKING FUCK YOURSELF AND MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING EVERYTHING LIVING ON THE THIS SURFACE OF THIS FUCKING EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA FUCKNIG KILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LAR.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAR.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1956975019558565212?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1956975019558565212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1956975019558565212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1956975019558565212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1956975019558565212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/10/crank.html' title='CRANK.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5957294264836389428</id><published>2007-10-09T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:18:35.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Pictures.</title><content type='html'>i figured i haven't posted enough pictures.&lt;br /&gt;even i myself find my blog boring.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;although most likely things are gonna get messy for people to see it.&lt;br /&gt;pukes pukes pukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder why do people call people who commit suicide cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how hard is it to face death itself?&lt;br /&gt;it's even harder than facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm obsessed with death myself.&lt;br /&gt;but i dare admit i don't have enough guts to face it myself.&lt;br /&gt;hence cowarding myself in this shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is life itself.&lt;br /&gt;And Life is death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine.&lt;br /&gt;living with corruption and all that's going on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the life in life.&lt;br /&gt;It takes alot to live.&lt;br /&gt;And it takes even more to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crimson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5957294264836389428?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5957294264836389428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5957294264836389428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5957294264836389428'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Grasping for my breath.&lt;br /&gt;i knelt and cry.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just die.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be more beautiful if things just ended?&lt;br /&gt;don't be a bitch bout it , Crim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crimson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8831944755896137043?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8831944755896137043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8831944755896137043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8831944755896137043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8831944755896137043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mouth-speaks.html' title='My Mouth Speaks.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2682147018502443954</id><published>2007-09-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:02:12.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks ..............</title><content type='html'>I am bored..very bored...very very bored...am damn bored.so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;It's really contradicting of me.to dislike them when my band's full of them.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna jam....yawnz...there's nothing else better to do..i can't do no shit here.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to blog about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;stressed.my band's crazy.i just got into this band.and they are telling me they are gonna record a full album and skip recording the demos.&lt;br /&gt;woo...they have so much confidence in me? nuts lor.i haven't started laying out the structures for his crazy 5 mins with 10-over-different-riffs song.nothing fancy.but it's quite technical.die..die...die...die...just grind all the way...wahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm probably the only one who listens to Technical Death there.&lt;br /&gt;they only enjoy brutal death.and even named one of the songs "MatiMampos"(means die and die(more crudely)).&lt;br /&gt;i feel retarded.but it's fun to jam lar.better than rusting.&lt;br /&gt;yawnzzzzzzzz...so many side projects on hand...&lt;br /&gt;ALBUM COVER FOR H.O.D!!!!!!!!! wahahahahaha my biggest one for now.&lt;br /&gt;Herald Of Decay!!!!!!!!!! ROARRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom took my senses away............*dances&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2682147018502443954?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2682147018502443954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2682147018502443954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2682147018502443954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2682147018502443954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mouth-speaks.html' title='My Mouth Speaks ..............'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2927533166975276726</id><published>2007-09-27T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:59:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Mental Fucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alot get the idea of S.M(sexually) the moment they hear me saying Hedonistic Masochist.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy physical pain.well.sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but then again.what really gives me the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;i've been told so too.&lt;br /&gt;It will be better if it was a trauma.&lt;br /&gt;like cause it keeps torturing and haunting you whenever u think bout it.&lt;br /&gt;it warms my little heart whenever that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for sadness.&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts that makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;no.i do not like it because i am emo.&lt;br /&gt;i like it because it makes you think deeper into the situation that makes you go insane after digging deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inflict this unto myself too.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of escaping it.&lt;br /&gt;I grew fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i love best.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking around with spoilt brats.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love it to see them breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;and you go like :"Aww.relax.everything's fine."&lt;br /&gt;When i do that.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually laughing and smiling hard at your face.&lt;br /&gt;But if i keep quiet and proceed on without any hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;it means i have my other reasons for doing so.not for hedonistic purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disorder?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure.but i seem fine.&lt;br /&gt;well.maybe not to all.&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of mental torture is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The crave for it is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i went wrong somewhere earlier in my life.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CrimsonWolf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114759434850501778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RvtGm1nXhJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LA9j36YJX_M/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2927533166975276726?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2927533166975276726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2927533166975276726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2927533166975276726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2927533166975276726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mouth-speaks-mental-fucked.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Mental Fucked.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RvtGm1nXhJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LA9j36YJX_M/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-3060517809246502165</id><published>2007-09-24T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:46:13.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memory Speaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"With so much done.&lt;br /&gt;With so much time that flew.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to accept the reality that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;As every step i take slowly turn into memories,&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself between present and future.&lt;br /&gt;As knowledge grows,&lt;br /&gt;The memory fades.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everything becomes obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Intensed isolation will not help.&lt;br /&gt;For forgotten is just a momentary issue.&lt;br /&gt;As my body wither with age.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that stood in the corner will bloom.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Is knowing everything.&lt;br /&gt;We were born pure with ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;Yet die with such tainted mind of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt how not to refrain.&lt;br /&gt;And slowly live in pain.&lt;br /&gt;As my mind and heart repels,&lt;br /&gt;My body will just walk step by step as time ticks away.&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough,&lt;br /&gt;Every step turns into a memory."&lt;br /&gt;- Crimson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113564849826661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RvcII1nXhII/AAAAAAAAAAc/6ag4mpJM74Q/s320/deary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                       " In the memories of Deary."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      1999 - 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        "Always loved you.And now you will be missed.Have a safe trip."                                                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-3060517809246502165?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3060517809246502165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3060517809246502165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3060517809246502165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3060517809246502165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-memory-speaks.html' title='My Memory Speaks.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/RvcII1nXhII/AAAAAAAAAAc/6ag4mpJM74Q/s72-c/deary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2536422558933039494</id><published>2007-09-18T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:39:06.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Porn.</title><content type='html'>Till this day.&lt;br /&gt;i still don't get it why some people call others who watch porn low-lifers or no-lifers.&lt;br /&gt;Face it.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY single fucking guy who's alive(including gays) have watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise how the fuck would you know what's porn?&lt;br /&gt;Pot calling the kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's less obscene to tell people you watch C.S.I espcially girls.&lt;br /&gt;But then again.&lt;br /&gt;Pornstars are actors.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a normal tv show.&lt;br /&gt;It's like how some prefer to watch comedy and some prefer to watch drama.&lt;br /&gt;It's really just the case of stimulation preference.&lt;br /&gt;Why are there people narrow-minded enough to make a fool out of themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Personally.&lt;br /&gt;I love porn.&lt;br /&gt;And i admire pornstars because some are really just that fucking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And its really quite a waste that they are pornstars.&lt;br /&gt;it may be a lower class of act.&lt;br /&gt;but they have the guts to show their fucking pussies to god-knows how many people around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;You're famous for your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;How many would do that?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the rights to do what they think is right.&lt;br /&gt;If you think porn is low/no-life.&lt;br /&gt;Go to a porn director and tell him to stop producing porn.&lt;br /&gt;By then.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really pity your partner who will soon be suffering from sexual boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..Sasha Grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2536422558933039494?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2536422558933039494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2536422558933039494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2536422558933039494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2536422558933039494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mouth-speaks-porn.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Porn.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2694770882628374782</id><published>2007-09-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:48:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Awake But Wasted.</title><content type='html'>it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;Steven and Pornstar bought a drink for me.&lt;br /&gt;named "WaterFall".&lt;br /&gt;As i'm new towards alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what the fuck was that.&lt;br /&gt;i approached it with caution as the waitress performed her fiery act.&lt;br /&gt;i was holding 2 straws.i don't know for what.and don't know when it got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was done.&lt;br /&gt;i could hear Steven saying :" DRINK NOW YOU FAG!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;once upon hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;i had a flash back of my SGT screaming his head of at me.&lt;br /&gt;i immediately put the straw into the glass and drank.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing what the hell is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ok....&lt;br /&gt;until he asked me to down a glass of beer.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;1 down.&lt;br /&gt;i was still ok.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking ok la.not so bad as a noob drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Steven's friend dared me to down another.&lt;br /&gt;i really detest beer.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;i downed with another.&lt;br /&gt;immediately.&lt;br /&gt;i felt my mac spicy rising up to my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;And from there.&lt;br /&gt;i became the WaterFall.&lt;br /&gt;i was sober.&lt;br /&gt;but just puking non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Initially i wanted to hop around more.&lt;br /&gt;but the state that i was in.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i was only in the state to go home.&lt;br /&gt;i was intending to go over to M.O.S to look for BF.&lt;br /&gt;but i died before i could step out of where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;no hang overs.&lt;br /&gt;when i got on the cab.&lt;br /&gt;there was another passenger.&lt;br /&gt;an ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;quite a pretty one i must say.&lt;br /&gt;we both were puking out the unwinded window.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi driver was her uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2694770882628374782?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2694770882628374782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2694770882628374782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fingers.&lt;br /&gt;i can't get the hang of the taste.&lt;br /&gt;but i do like the moment during where you're alf drunk till you knock your bed.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;its good to forget reality.&lt;br /&gt;people who know me will know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite a fuckcarefuckcare.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my illusions laid down.&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to find anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;interested in leather and laces.&lt;br /&gt;blood..&lt;br /&gt;and pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5018144502934166706?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5018144502934166706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Wax.</title><content type='html'>Don't you like that wax that falls on your skin hot and drips down cold?&lt;br /&gt;It's like how everything in life works.&lt;br /&gt;It lands on you hot.&lt;br /&gt;Leavin you all cold and numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful Pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Is What I Desire.&lt;br /&gt;I Yearn for a blood fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my knife runs on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;I build my happiness on your misery.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're requesting for more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly darling...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-4166560466816709172?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/4166560466816709172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=4166560466816709172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4166560466816709172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/4166560466816709172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mouth-speaks-wax.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Wax.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7759706171990428307</id><published>2007-09-05T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:31:23.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks Anger.</title><content type='html'>fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;i thought being clumsy's only for fat people.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably the only fucker who can trip over his own foot for about 6 times while walking from the bus stop to the MTR station.&lt;br /&gt;and probably the only fucker who can cut his finger accidentally on the same spot where he , a few months back nearly sliced the flesh off the finger.&lt;br /&gt;fuck shit.&lt;br /&gt;a wound over a wound.&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't type properly.&lt;br /&gt;fuck shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7759706171990428307?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7759706171990428307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7759706171990428307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7759706171990428307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7759706171990428307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mouth-speaks-anger.html' title='My Mouth Speaks Anger.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-4781334352719592567</id><published>2007-09-03T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:13:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth SpeakSkaepS htuoM yM</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a fucked weekend..&lt;br /&gt;I yearn that moan of yours.&lt;br /&gt;The catastrophic moans.&lt;br /&gt;Your endless mourns.&lt;br /&gt;Drive my blood up my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Pushin in on hard.&lt;br /&gt;Waxing your sexy curves.&lt;br /&gt;I tear your skin with my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;To only hear you scream.&lt;br /&gt;Every pitch from that scream.&lt;br /&gt;Turns me on over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tie you to the frame.&lt;br /&gt;And wax you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll slit yr skin for the blood to run.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;Not too hard and not too soft.&lt;br /&gt;The amount that flows will be right.&lt;br /&gt;As i bite your wound with my teeth again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make you scream in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for your lust to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cunt's all for me.&lt;br /&gt;Your blood's meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5086993267847758119</id><published>2007-08-24T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:24:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mouth Speaks The Language Of Return.</title><content type='html'>Everything flew by just like a fart.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i remembered while looking in the mirror was..i had short hair.and those nerd spects.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is covering my face.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not with my original rock band.&lt;br /&gt;But yet in a death band.&lt;br /&gt;and other few more projects going on.&lt;br /&gt;Walking up this path as a musician and an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;She stopped climbin with me.&lt;br /&gt;I left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold you say?&lt;br /&gt;My skin's frozen with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb.Is the best way to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The air up here is fresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not at the peak yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Catastrophic Mourns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crimson Wolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5086993267847758119?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5086993267847758119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5086993267847758119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/5086993267847758119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now.&lt;br /&gt;His attitude towards me is better after i flared up and threw him a punch in the case of self-defence.&lt;br /&gt;but the cops weren't called.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too softed hearted.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it wasn't worth the guilt i'll have for sending someone to jail just because of a stupi fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up for yourself and doing something that isn't what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really makes a huge difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the closer.The deeper the wound.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.You just gotta reject yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You can't show people whom you really are.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because this society is so discriminative.&lt;br /&gt;You have to compromise in order for everyone to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do i like to put on a smile everyday at work.&lt;br /&gt;But no one at work offended me.&lt;br /&gt;They do not deserve my frown.&lt;br /&gt;Pride is really important.&lt;br /&gt;I used to fuck care bout it.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's why i always get kicked around.&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten.Twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just about doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's about pride.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just about the trust that's been betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "ALONE" from the directors of Shutter.&lt;br /&gt;I was expected a real good movie.One that will haunt me for months and i'll still get scared whenever i think of it.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;It was a huge disappointment considering that the director was from Shutter.&lt;br /&gt;And Shutter was such a success.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was focused more on shocked than haunt.&lt;br /&gt;And quite off track at times.&lt;br /&gt;They do not focus much on the point of the twins whereas more on the Love story.&lt;br /&gt;:"I love you Wee(the lead).Why you don't love me??I KILL YOU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be another psychopath in love kinda story.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla.yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ratings? 4/10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-8635402939482274163?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/8635402939482274163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=8635402939482274163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8635402939482274163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/8635402939482274163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-fight.html' title='After A Fight.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-2458878596166634941</id><published>2007-07-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:48:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>i swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;i've never worked so hard in any jobs that i've worked for the past 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first that i'm actually overtiming without more than 10 sentences of complains.&lt;br /&gt;probably because its a graphic firm and i like art.&lt;br /&gt;But The Body Shop , Chanel advertisements?!&lt;br /&gt;Well..do the best out of the worst situation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work.sheeeeeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-2458878596166634941?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/2458878596166634941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=2458878596166634941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2458878596166634941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/2458878596166634941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7559116976226883488</id><published>2007-07-16T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:39:18.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>i'm so bored in the office.&lt;br /&gt;while readin through my blog.i laugh hysterically at my own blogfor its emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;its so bored i'm starting to day dream a lil.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to say actually......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7559116976226883488?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7559116976226883488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7559116976226883488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7559116976226883488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7559116976226883488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-6627184215313401678</id><published>2007-07-13T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:59:44.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project H.O.D &amp; G.A.N.M.</title><content type='html'>Outcomes of these two were better than expected.looks like i'm getting the hang of this.H.O.D approved and is already using.Now..there's just G.A.N.M left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-6627184215313401678?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/6627184215313401678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>there are times when you know things aren't right.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;getting kicked out is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're a gossip bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Don't contradict yourself just so you can make people eat their words.&lt;br /&gt;And worst.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Everything said seems to fall upon deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;BUT Then again.&lt;br /&gt;As if anything i said drilled into anyone.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good choice getting kicked.&lt;br /&gt;like Finally.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;You win a lil.&lt;br /&gt;You lose a lil.&lt;br /&gt;You started this with someone.&lt;br /&gt;You should have the courage to say it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of getting a sub to say it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playin for just leisure.&lt;br /&gt;It's my passion.&lt;br /&gt;If the shoe doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;Change it.&lt;br /&gt;It's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;simplicity is good.&lt;br /&gt;Varities are needed.&lt;br /&gt;Espcially when u know you suck more than me.&lt;br /&gt;(this is a statement for all situations)&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna play things that sound like other bands.&lt;br /&gt;Why not just play a tribute band?&lt;br /&gt;If for 3 years and you can't tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;From the past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;Then there isn't any use for me to try.&lt;br /&gt;Considering you can even say words like fall upon deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious that you're just bein the bias whom you really are.&lt;br /&gt;Always following.&lt;br /&gt;Not looking on your own account.&lt;br /&gt;Even my peeps asked me why did i tone down so much.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed in only you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all ok.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that YOU.&lt;br /&gt;were too coward about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i'm kicked.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're too narrow-minded to understand what exactly am i talking about and go around telling the rest i'm pissed for the kick bla bla like how you usually will.&lt;br /&gt;My point is.&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with the analogy of the shoes not fitting.&lt;br /&gt;But just that considering i started this with you.&lt;br /&gt;and am the closest with you among all.&lt;br /&gt;You should have been the one who broke the news to me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of replying something so kiddish and making me eat my words.&lt;br /&gt;I've no intentions of leaving with a bad end like how Iffah did.&lt;br /&gt;But the way you put it.&lt;br /&gt;It's simply so contradictive.&lt;br /&gt;The other time when i asked to play one of my song.&lt;br /&gt;You critisized it by saying it sounds indian without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't play something because it wasn't your style.&lt;br /&gt;At least i tried to compromise you guys.&lt;br /&gt;But did you try?&lt;br /&gt;So what rights do you have to speak of others?&lt;br /&gt;Especially using the phrase "Falling unto Deaf Ears"?&lt;br /&gt;I've totally nothing against the idea of kicking me.&lt;br /&gt;But your cowardly and contradictive ways.&lt;br /&gt;Just makes one wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Are you still in your second childhood?&lt;br /&gt;but anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;I still thank you for everything that we have been through together.&lt;br /&gt;And i thank you SpiralFall.&lt;br /&gt;The experience i had with you guys was great.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll be able to find the right drummer.&lt;br /&gt;It was an experience i will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-506273740192711569?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/506273740192711569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=506273740192711569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/506273740192711569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/506273740192711569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/07/whoopshahaha.html' title='Whoops?HAHAHA'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7098205432282373048</id><published>2007-07-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:10:10.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grudge.</title><content type='html'>Man.&lt;br /&gt;When you're more tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;People take advantage of it as you're weak.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what people do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;You've no rights to tell me off.&lt;br /&gt;Better watch your words before i'll rip you off this planet.&lt;br /&gt;And leave you half dead living with a living brain living in a dead body.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT MESS WITH ME WHEN I'M NICE.UNDERSTAND?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083898833386626850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/Ro2jDaYIXyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ff2qd-AbJx8/s320/dead6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:Mr mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;You're worst than this poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;Because you lived but yet you're more screwed than him.&lt;br /&gt;Lowest lifeform of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Waste to this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me decapitate you.&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Never judge the book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7098205432282373048?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7098205432282373048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7098205432282373048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7098205432282373048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7098205432282373048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/07/grudge.html' title='Grudge.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/Ro2jDaYIXyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ff2qd-AbJx8/s72-c/dead6b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7931978564035276758</id><published>2007-06-27T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:25:03.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>I'm so afraid now.I'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I will never dare.&lt;br /&gt;For i've lost all my confidenc..&lt;br /&gt;To give someone happiness.&lt;br /&gt;To be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;To see my loved one smile.&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself entirely..&lt;br /&gt;Decimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100th post CrimsonWolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7931978564035276758?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7931978564035276758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7931978564035276758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7931978564035276758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7931978564035276758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7406104728772266549</id><published>2007-06-25T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:27:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Darn.&lt;br /&gt;First i had a bad weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Second i ran out of cash.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly my ear phones cranked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.how much more can these blues carry on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7406104728772266549?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7406104728772266549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7406104728772266549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7406104728772266549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7406104728772266549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1394127724769527127</id><published>2007-06-22T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:34:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>Actions have the most evidence of everything.&lt;br /&gt;When you know the situation isn't what they are.&lt;br /&gt;You force yourself to believe likewise.&lt;br /&gt;When everything isn't worth for them.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;Explaination isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;Action is.&lt;br /&gt;You show people different from what you explained.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Not meant to be is what you believe not what the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna be a coward fuck and just run.&lt;br /&gt;No courage to face anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just get fucked and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;And when probelms occur.&lt;br /&gt;You run.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And you're one of em.&lt;br /&gt;You never have time for me.&lt;br /&gt;You always have time for others.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna say i'm the same.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're always defending yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't started this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Would i guard on you so strongly?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's me.&lt;br /&gt;What else can you do best besides putting the blame on others?&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault that i tried.&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;You spared a thought for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;A thought on how they would feel.&lt;br /&gt;But not me.&lt;br /&gt;Never me.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't give in.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't too.&lt;br /&gt;You're just gonna run away like a coward in your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a minor obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;In future you're just gonna get fucked in the CAR and no commitments.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't face stress.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;You stood on your believes.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run over it.&lt;br /&gt;But you ran over me.&lt;br /&gt;You said you've explained enough.&lt;br /&gt;That's just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;You just want to end things.&lt;br /&gt;Love me?&lt;br /&gt;My Foot though.&lt;br /&gt;You said you do.&lt;br /&gt;But you said you wanna leave.&lt;br /&gt;When both parties still have feel.&lt;br /&gt;I left her cause i had no feel.&lt;br /&gt;But you still do.&lt;br /&gt;So your feelings are just not strong enough to overcome things?&lt;br /&gt;Just like what you said.&lt;br /&gt;"Like i'm not worthy enough for you to get over some disorder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not WORTH for you to overcome things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't make me hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;You believed i hated you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when i said don't start with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the fool now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-1394127724769527127?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/1394127724769527127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=1394127724769527127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1394127724769527127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/1394127724769527127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7664758583783246123</id><published>2007-06-20T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:46:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contradictives.</title><content type='html'>Its really funny but sad.&lt;br /&gt;The people closest to you never seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they tell you :"Oh i love you".&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't meant to be said.&lt;br /&gt;Its meant to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how they say you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;They left you.&lt;br /&gt;They drew a clear line between.&lt;br /&gt;They still say i love you.&lt;br /&gt;1 day right after your exsistance is extinguished from their lives.&lt;br /&gt;They plan for a oversea trip.&lt;br /&gt;and then again.&lt;br /&gt;keep speaking as though they have no choice infront of you.&lt;br /&gt;But yet they're planning well for the trip behind you.&lt;br /&gt;now back to the point where they said you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;how are you suppose to care?&lt;br /&gt;what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;and how do you expect others to care and believe when you've done things&lt;br /&gt;to make others disbelieve in you?&lt;br /&gt;Self reflection my darling.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;You just like to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say.people like that do exsist.&lt;br /&gt;its exactly how u tell this girl u love her.&lt;br /&gt;But u NEED and HAVE to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;Next day.&lt;br /&gt;TA DA!&lt;br /&gt;You have a new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just proved every single of your words wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i've no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;But you have won this battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my departure is such a good celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever for stay?&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i was such a hinder to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7664758583783246123?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7664758583783246123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7664758583783246123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7664758583783246123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7664758583783246123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/contradictives.html' title='The Contradictives.'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-7586989622164606064</id><published>2007-06-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:51:53.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpiralFaLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/Rm4keMgrDNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ATVjGmnuz6Q/s1600-h/asd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075033931266067666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/Rm4keMgrDNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ATVjGmnuz6Q/s320/asd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised after 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged about my band.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my band with FireBurn,SpiralFaLL.&lt;br /&gt;On for almost 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Playing different style of music.Although mostly Grunge.&lt;br /&gt;Getting on well and movin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost a week since things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies and i have lost track of it.&lt;br /&gt;Momentary presence i felt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in this forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't move anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;What's life without pain no?&lt;br /&gt;*Hysterical Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised happiness doesn't last.&lt;br /&gt;And i'd have shown the finger to commitment if it was a person.&lt;br /&gt;Dwell within self-pity?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;Just an impact too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Loser?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Regret once filled in.&lt;br /&gt;Regret has now filled in..&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;There's something in me.&lt;br /&gt;That wants to believe this for so long.&lt;br /&gt;You're not who you seem.&lt;br /&gt;You're just someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're here..&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to Breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss her don't you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes..i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-7586989622164606064?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/7586989622164606064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=7586989622164606064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7586989622164606064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/7586989622164606064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/spiralfall.html' title='SpiralFaLL'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6cOfMVKiL90/Rm4keMgrDNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ATVjGmnuz6Q/s72-c/asd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-1577608231425342718</id><published>2007-06-09T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:49:54.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcT_qv7-dEQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hairstyle's like a carrot-top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i did the undercut concept but just that all my hair's swept to my left instead of leavin it&lt;br /&gt;down center parting like wrestlers.and i've to keep shaving off the sides as a follow-up.why&lt;br /&gt;did i do it? i don't know.the weather was bad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I draw my darkest fear and horror with a pencil.yet i'm still afraid of the "Incredible Tales" ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my profession with art is Dark.i can draw u your greatest fear on a piece of paper.other materials requires more time.i'll be posting up my art works soon.perverse evilness , eyes , eygptian , etc.etc.but back to my point.that ad still scares me.i don't get it either.you'll know what i mean when i have my works uploaded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I wear eyeliner(at appropriate times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know.i just love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.My band , SpiralFall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm in a Grunge/Alt Rock band with 3 uni grads.2 of em are 5 years older than me.1 is exactly 10 years older.and i'm the only uneducated one inside.2 christians , 1 catholic and 1 atheist, me.despite the age , religious and culture gap.we've been together for almost 3 years.and we only meet up for sessions most of the time.we all have totally different music influences too.From U2 , Korn , Coldplay , Breaking Benjamin , Guns &amp; Roses..etc to Me(Death metal , Jazz , psy-trance , blues , 80's rock , rave , Drum&amp;amp;Bass..etc.etc) I admit.Although I'm the shortest,youngest,horniest,stupidest,darkest member in ere' but we all get along pretty well with those differences mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i'm a guy.but then again.i love America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't they look fabulllllllous? but i hate nicole though.Nik should have won.darn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.My tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dark art meets cartoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;who should i tag..&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how to do this but..here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Spinneee&lt;br /&gt;2.FireBurn&lt;br /&gt;3.Steven&lt;br /&gt;4.Temptress&lt;br /&gt;5.Skye&lt;br /&gt;6.HB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-3793364440100499894?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/3793364440100499894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=3793364440100499894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3793364440100499894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/3793364440100499894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag.html' title='Tag..?'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-5776306346950366696</id><published>2007-03-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:52:15.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived To The Voice Of Despair..</title><content type='html'>When everyone's blind to see..&lt;br /&gt;When anyone's too blind to see..&lt;br /&gt;When no one sees you trying..&lt;br /&gt;When someone's true colors are seen..&lt;br /&gt;When "the one" runs out of patience on you..&lt;br /&gt;When "the one" can't accept you to be..&lt;br /&gt;When you found out that she feels happy without your presence..&lt;br /&gt;When you found out somethings that's hidden within her..&lt;br /&gt;When you found out you're not worth for her..&lt;br /&gt;When you found out she's giving up on you..&lt;br /&gt;When you find out the answer of all of above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death calls out to you once more...&lt;br /&gt;A Dejavu..&lt;br /&gt;That i'll never be able to wake up from..&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to wake up from...ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-5776306346950366696?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/5776306346950366696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=5776306346950366696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116931358141758179?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116931358141758179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116931358141758179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116931358141758179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116931358141758179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116906512698219651</id><published>2007-01-18T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:18:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Improvising</title><content type='html'>"Angry souls..&lt;br /&gt;Wake to my plea..&lt;br /&gt;Demented Fragility..&lt;br /&gt;Your demise..&lt;br /&gt;My song..&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical Hatred..&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my beats..&lt;br /&gt;Improvise..&lt;br /&gt;The young night..&lt;br /&gt;The full moon..&lt;br /&gt;Whispers everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Can you see them?&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin in "A World Without Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;The project of decimation..&lt;br /&gt;The thought of reconstruction..&lt;br /&gt;The Infernal Dragon awakes..&lt;br /&gt;The blood of humanity will drip.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116906512698219651?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116906512698219651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116906512698219651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116906512698219651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116906512698219651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/01/improvising.html' title='The Improvising'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116872479851426897</id><published>2007-01-14T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:46:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fucked Job..</title><content type='html'>I went for a job interview on fri morning..&lt;br /&gt;being anxious on my first day of work..&lt;br /&gt;i sat there patiently like the recept instructed..&lt;br /&gt;after only about 1/2 hour..&lt;br /&gt;this old guy introduced to me to this young kid called Joseph..&lt;br /&gt;after which i was "under" Joseph..&lt;br /&gt;i carried on and kept questioning Joseph what's this job about..&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying it was event..&lt;br /&gt;so i was like oh..ok..&lt;br /&gt;and only to  find out he is only 17..&lt;br /&gt;after which i smell a rat..&lt;br /&gt;when was introduced to the other parties..&lt;br /&gt;we set off to Toa Payoh..&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;that's where my anger begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was a donation charity project "event"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin Hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper ad stated "EVENT CREW"&lt;br /&gt;usually..Event Crew really means setting up equipments or backstage crews..&lt;br /&gt;But this..?!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck..&lt;br /&gt;i may be in need of money..&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't lookin for this kinda job..&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how pissed off you can get..&lt;br /&gt;it feels almost as though being cheated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck em all..&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if anyone's looking for a Graphic Designer , Office Boy/Admin..etc or anywhere close to&lt;br /&gt;these 2 jobs..please inform me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar..&lt;br /&gt;Please check out my band's MySpace acc (Metal band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/DraconisInfernum"&gt;www.myspace.com/DraconisInfernum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir&lt;br /&gt;-Crimson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116872479851426897?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116872479851426897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116872479851426897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116872479851426897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116872479851426897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucked-job.html' title='The Fucked Job..'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116828076604866502</id><published>2007-01-09T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T02:40:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Entwined Feel...</title><content type='html'>Things are going well..&lt;br /&gt;but why is it that my feelings are still left entwined?&lt;br /&gt;She is with me but she isn't..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;probably the depressive mood area now..&lt;br /&gt;kinda emo now..&lt;br /&gt;what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Days have past..&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that fast...&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the impossible..&lt;br /&gt;Deluded by reality..&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of illusion..&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be real..&lt;br /&gt;Too real to be fake..&lt;br /&gt;Too fake to be good..&lt;br /&gt;I'll spill my blood over my words..&lt;br /&gt;To thicken the voice of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;The Advent of The Queen..&lt;br /&gt;The Fall Of The Heart..&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared..&lt;br /&gt;The rivalary is on..&lt;br /&gt;Insanity unleashed..&lt;br /&gt;Aggression persist...&lt;br /&gt;Speak to penetrate...&lt;br /&gt;Merciless to live..&lt;br /&gt;Tears embarked to my skin..&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for your hands..&lt;br /&gt;Thy hands are above me..&lt;br /&gt;My Blood's meant for thee..&lt;br /&gt;If you're frozen alive..&lt;br /&gt;I'd freeze myself to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;To feel the pain you're going through..&lt;br /&gt;Your warm blood....&lt;br /&gt;-Embrace..."&lt;br /&gt;- CrimsonWolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/985224/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/320/647655/goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should smile and feel like that more often..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116828076604866502?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116828076604866502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116828076604866502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116828076604866502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116828076604866502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2007/01/entwined-feel.html' title='The Entwined Feel...'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116760093254187811</id><published>2007-01-01T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:46:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponders That Came Through..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/739450/jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/140065/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/320/662951/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..i was just wondering for you so-called christians out there with totally no offence..&lt;br /&gt;but based with all that man made informations that you guys have been praying to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you ever know if Lucifer really isn't Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;i mean..if there REALLY is a god that you believe..&lt;br /&gt;he's the creator of everythin..&lt;br /&gt;and for all you know..&lt;br /&gt;he might just be the villian in his story..&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;they both have the same goatee , long hair..&lt;br /&gt;sharp features..&lt;br /&gt;there's a resemblence of Evil and Holyness..&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this..&lt;br /&gt;On 1 of Jan 20-fuckin-07&lt;br /&gt;i was talkin to Skye when we came across this topic&lt;br /&gt;of Harlequin..&lt;br /&gt;i went on to search..&lt;br /&gt;and...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/772060/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/320/200582/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/772060/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/772060/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/772060/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..this is a Harlequin Fetus..&lt;br /&gt;it looks freaky at first sight and might scar your life forever..&lt;br /&gt;but look..&lt;br /&gt;this is resulted because of a disorder that the dad of this poor&lt;br /&gt;baby..&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;look at this picture..&lt;br /&gt;its not like YOU would wanna be born like that&lt;br /&gt;and then die within the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;go check it up more in yahoo searches..&lt;br /&gt;search on Harlequin Fetus..&lt;br /&gt;its sad *reality check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..its 20-fuckin-07..&lt;br /&gt;like i said..&lt;br /&gt;its so fast...&lt;br /&gt;when i look back..&lt;br /&gt;20-fuckin-07 always seem so far away and out of reach..&lt;br /&gt;and now..?&lt;br /&gt;i am fuckin typin this damn entry on the 1st of Jan 20-fuckin-07&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fuckin New Year to you peeps..&lt;br /&gt;Hope that as time goes by..&lt;br /&gt;this harsh reality will just slow down and live in dreams instead..&lt;br /&gt;and of course..&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by..&lt;br /&gt;i'll still remain ageless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just found out whats a "Goatse"..&lt;br /&gt;abit slow..&lt;br /&gt;but better than never..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116760093254187811?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116760093254187811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116760093254187811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116760093254187811'/><link 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116732926412864562</id><published>2006-12-29T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:15:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life That Lives In Reality..</title><content type='html'>We live in life..&lt;br /&gt;Life lives in Reality..&lt;br /&gt;Reality lives in cruelty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accept that fact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a heart&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;we have a mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both have a mind of their own..&lt;br /&gt;but which would you heed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live as a Poor but rich person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a Rich but poor person..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me..&lt;br /&gt;i would and always will choose the second..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor can be rich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's only one right person for you in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A stray wolf..will always remain as a stray..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116732926412864562?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116732926412864562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116732926412864562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116732926412864562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks hideous..&lt;br /&gt;a michael jackson clone..&lt;br /&gt;a monkey's ass inside out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not realise how fugly i've becomed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles..dark eye rings..&lt;br /&gt;break outs...&lt;br /&gt;My lips looks like i had a failed liposuction treatment..&lt;br /&gt;like 2 pieces of lard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to look hideous already..&lt;br /&gt;without me even startin the piercings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sure upsets and depresses someone...&lt;br /&gt;after they realise how fugly they have &lt;u&gt;becAme&lt;/u&gt; without&lt;br /&gt;realisation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should think twice bout going after S now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look hideous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk..what's happening to me.. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pigs shouldn't think too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116699381370210910?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116699381370210910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116699381370210910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116699381370210910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116699381370210910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/2006/12/mutiliation.html' title='The Mutiliation...'/><author><name>Come in!!!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116681426345782122</id><published>2006-12-23T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:04:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture That Speaks A Thousand Words..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/234563/683413722l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/320/282788/683413722l2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's there more to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nihilistic Hate's getting progress..&lt;br /&gt;Spiral Fall's still waiting for baybeats reply..&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 bands are still pending..&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile..&lt;br /&gt;i found out what was wrong all these while..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i've always been with the wrong person..&lt;br /&gt;explains why the pains...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;i'm back by her but not hers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how some people call u a degrading dirt..&lt;br /&gt;and then weeks later telling you that it still hurts(you leaving them)&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;Attention seeker?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;what i know is..&lt;br /&gt;i found my direction..&lt;br /&gt;and my past emotions and sympathy were instantly killed by her&lt;br /&gt;no one but her..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;L..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back on my path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CrimsonWolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116681426345782122?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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awhile ever since i jammed with them&lt;br /&gt;i've always been waiting for a taste of metal back to my tongue again&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty damn good for me.&lt;br /&gt;considering one fact that made it fun&lt;br /&gt;was that everyone there are friends..&lt;br /&gt;no strangers..&lt;br /&gt;FEELS GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SpiralFall's coming back to action real soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;so happy..11p.m - 4.25a.m&lt;br /&gt;i  had the best talk in my life&lt;br /&gt;AhahAHahahahAHAhahahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116595729394266766?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116595729394266766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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|||</title><content type='html'>i missed out Absence Of The Sacred's slot on saturday..i pretty much only went down to check out AoTs , Joel's band , Progeria..but progeria..Tommy's left the band..so it was pretty much like..one band..that i initially wanted to watch..but Oshiego wasn't that band..and i fuckin elbowed someone in da forehead in the fuckin mosh pit..and it felt that damn good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frickin neck hurts like fucking shit..&lt;br /&gt;too much headbanging yesterday i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez..i feel really old now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those mats..although might good and stuff..but they're still damn retarded..&lt;br /&gt;they moshed and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;fuckin pissed off..&lt;br /&gt;i was happily headbanging..&lt;br /&gt;they came and push me and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;fuckin shit..&lt;br /&gt;i threw my cup of ice at them and started to push em to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've STRENGTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i continued..until i got really pissed i elbowed to my right...&lt;br /&gt;*WHAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know kena who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposingly to be "moshing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened again la..&lt;br /&gt;i got pissed...i held my fist up..&lt;br /&gt;i guess those mats saw it..&lt;br /&gt;whhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;didn't really got close to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was retarded..but the music was not bad..&lt;br /&gt;gonna jam with Chris on wed again...\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inferal wars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116578538021876256?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116578538021876256/comments/default' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/S-e-p-h-i-r-o-t-h/from_one.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16216294.post-116543995003944195</id><published>2006-12-07T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:19:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surveys..</title><content type='html'>i do not know why..&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting approached by survery people..&lt;br /&gt;i mean..there were like so many people around me..&lt;br /&gt;they had to point me out of the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;shitheads..&lt;br /&gt;i probably l&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/1600/255977/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4442/1531/320/430447/untitled.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ook like that to them :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always the "SAVINGS SURVEY" thing&lt;br /&gt;fuckin shit..&lt;br /&gt;to make it worst..&lt;br /&gt;they are mostly females..&lt;br /&gt;Fuck la..&lt;br /&gt;i'd have drawn out the whole scene..&lt;br /&gt;but aiya..too pissed to do so..&lt;br /&gt;Fuck shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116543995003944195?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116543995003944195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116543995003944195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god..&lt;br /&gt;i ought to slam my head to the wall so hard now&lt;br /&gt;i deserve a big kick to the rear..&lt;br /&gt;damn shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm a frickin moron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably the only one who does it all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting drenched slightly today..&lt;br /&gt;i rushed home immediately..&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for her to be done with her stuff..&lt;br /&gt;so that i can talk to her..&lt;br /&gt;i frickin fell asleep!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she messaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;I FRICKIN FELL ASLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing...&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP TO READ&lt;br /&gt;I TYPED OUT A REPLY&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I SENT IT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought..&lt;br /&gt;i thought...&lt;br /&gt;i thought....&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS SHIT HAPPENED TO ME SO MANY TIMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward to talk to her ar..&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a moron to ruin things even when i try..&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be allowed to live..&lt;br /&gt;damn shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#%)(@^*)$@*^)@($*^)!#@*(^@&lt;br /&gt;@$%*()#$U^%)*@$%)(@*%)(*^@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!#$!&amp;#*$Y!@*$!@*$"&gt;mailto:!#$!&amp;amp;#*$Y!@*$!@*$&lt;/a&gt;&amp;!*(&lt;a href="mailto:##@!$"&gt;##@!$&lt;/a&gt;#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@!$#^%!#%^#^$%^$#!$#^%"&gt;#@!$#^%!#%^#^$%^$#!$#^%&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;!#%^&amp;&amp;amp;*^(*$^#^$%#%%$%$^%&lt;br /&gt;&amp;$^&amp;amp;#$%&amp;#&amp;amp;%$^&amp;*%&amp;amp;(%&amp;%)$^&lt;br /&gt;#%^#%^#&amp;amp;%#^$&amp;$^*$*$^*$*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO PISSED AT MYSELF!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  just remembered....&lt;br /&gt;AND I PUT NEO'S AEROPLANE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND ELSON'S!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE OF THAT NAP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can just die over and over again&lt;br /&gt;with that reason i'm a moron..&lt;br /&gt;and with that reason&lt;br /&gt;after i'm dead in this world..&lt;br /&gt;i'd still be able to die in my next life&lt;br /&gt;over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORON!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116534385875518371?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116534385875518371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116534385875518371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16216294/posts/default/116534385875518371'/><link 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outer-space..&lt;br /&gt;but clear..&lt;br /&gt;that's what makes it more fun...&lt;br /&gt;you get see see everything with a&lt;br /&gt;80% clear mind and you'll remember everything..&lt;br /&gt;you won't die though..&lt;br /&gt;(P:S : not advisable to use it for suicides..&lt;br /&gt;all that will happen is you wake up after 6 hours..&lt;br /&gt;and the things mentioned above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how things are now...&lt;br /&gt;situations and this harsh society changes you into someone..&lt;br /&gt;someone whom you aren't really are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially..i was a gullible person who falls for everyone's words..&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;i am someone who doubts everyone including my mom..&lt;br /&gt;cause it was due to some situations that made me feel..&lt;br /&gt;that the whole world betrayed me..&lt;br /&gt;including myself..&lt;br /&gt;i became a person who hated myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially..&lt;br /&gt;you might have been someone who trusted on feelings..&lt;br /&gt;trusted your heart..&lt;br /&gt;trusted emotions..&lt;br /&gt;but it is because of bastards like me..&lt;br /&gt;who turns you around..&lt;br /&gt;it is not you chose not to believe anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more like you do not know what to believe anymore..&lt;br /&gt;and there's no reason strong enough for you to believe..&lt;br /&gt;in your heart...you'd really love to believe on somethings..&lt;br /&gt;but it is just that scars have created a phobia and a barrier over the you screaming within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have to know..&lt;br /&gt;the real you still lives within..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too am like that..&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what to believe..&lt;br /&gt;but i still chose to follow the voice of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i know the outcomes and facts..&lt;br /&gt;but i chose not to believe it..&lt;br /&gt;i chose to believe this dumb self..&lt;br /&gt;it was like looking into the mirror and telling it..&lt;br /&gt;"You're a dumb loser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was overly obssessed with Death for a period of time&lt;br /&gt;that i had Death engraved onto my skin..&lt;br /&gt;i once believed that death was the answer to everything..&lt;br /&gt;cause why?&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone told me it wasn't the answer..&lt;br /&gt;how would they know?&lt;br /&gt;have they died before?&lt;br /&gt;i was so fascinated..&lt;br /&gt;i imagined how death was like..&lt;br /&gt;i drew it out..&lt;br /&gt;even when i look at those pictures..&lt;br /&gt;i freak myself out..&lt;br /&gt;as though i was in a trance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that me still lingers within..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;i am fascinated with Death still..&lt;br /&gt;but i am quite afraid of it..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid i'd never wake up to find out more&lt;br /&gt;fun things to do..&lt;br /&gt;(drinking up water through your nose .&lt;br /&gt;coughing out blood after countless forced vomittings ,&lt;br /&gt;taking blood tests , looking at blood flowing out during a tattoo,&lt;br /&gt;Candles , going to gigs , performances ,&lt;br /&gt;headbang till my neck's half broken , get beaten up into a pulp&lt;br /&gt;jamming , drumming , tattooing..etc..etc)&lt;br /&gt;and lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid i'd never see you again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16216294-116516760594365818?l=dogs0up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogs0up.blogspot.com/feeds/116516760594365818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16216294&amp;postID=116516760594365818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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