<?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-4372969186909743429</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:27:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Chit-Chat.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4539582131652260729</id><published>2010-02-06T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:44:18.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's Amazing Dance Skills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Twenty-One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that it took me so long to write another post, I've been busy(lazy) lately. I had a hell of a week, the good kind. It was all about the campaign for my student council. I was running for the Head of Subcom and the whole 4-day campaign was to introduce yourself to people and tell them what you can do for them. There were alot of people campaigning by the way, cause the student council consist of a President, 2 Vice President, 2 Secretaries, Head of Prom and Head of Subcom.&lt;br /&gt;The campaign was amazing. Seeing people displaying their skills in public speaking and the way they try to convince us to vote for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a party last night called CAL-ebration where all the students from Cambridge A Levels(CAL) were invited to come and interact with new people and also to partayyy!! They also announced our new Student Council for 2010. Unfortunately, I did not get to be the Head of Subcom. But strangely that doesnt bother me. Because I think that my main priority was to be known by everyone in college and I achieved that. And by campaigning, I became friends with the competitors. Strangers turn into friends and I was happy that my friends won. Its okay that I lost C= I had a really fun time campaigning with/against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTAY PARTAY PARTAY!!! That was what we did after they announced our student council. It was the first ever party I went to where I enjoyed partying with people that I hardly know. I felt included for some reason and that I've loving how my life is right now. It was truly and awesome awesome night. I love my friends. I don't think I would have gotten this far without them. The pictures are in facebook so go check them out. C= The CAL-ebration party is one to remember. And to think that, this is only the beginning of my college life. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4539582131652260729?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4539582131652260729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4539582131652260729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4539582131652260729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4539582131652260729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/02/marks-amazing-dance-skills.html' title='Mark&apos;s Amazing Dance Skills.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-511508576867484596</id><published>2010-01-23T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:13:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Hours Of Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Eight&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at Carl's Jr today. My first ever Carl's Jr burger. Its huge!! Brunei burgers are so small =.= Just place your hands together as if you're holding a burger, let the tip of your fingers and thumb touch your other finger tips. Its that big..and I ordered the normal size XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought One Piece Wanted Posters!! I had an orgasm just looking at them!! O.O I've been searching for them since Form 3!! I finally got them. C= I failed in getting a Blackberry, I didn't like the contract they have given me. So yeah. But I will get the Mp3 player I desperately want =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll show you guys a picture of my wall now. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1sC7poNw8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5QIp-NzDZjM/s1600-h/P1230013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1sC7poNw8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5QIp-NzDZjM/s400/P1230013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429936999535330242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-511508576867484596?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/511508576867484596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=511508576867484596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/511508576867484596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/511508576867484596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/17-hours-of-sleep.html' title='17 Hours Of Sleep.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1sC7poNw8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5QIp-NzDZjM/s72-c/P1230013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2551625122546016321</id><published>2010-01-23T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:01:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipped Crime Prevention Orientation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Seven&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOODNESS(thanks niks XP) Its Friday. I'm on the brink of a major coma if I don't get more than 6 hours of sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school feeling lazy and tired but Maths class was interesting enough to keep me awake. My Maths Lecturer, Mr Teh, is how you say..."Different" He's proud of his slangs XD especially his Ahs. He tends to have 3 - 4 Ahs in each of his sentences. At times he'll go Ah Ah Ah Ah without adding any other words into his sentence. Its his way of asking "Any Questions??" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was the last class and since it was Friday, class ends at 1pm. But I was soo tired that I couldn't last through Econs which was before Physics. Thank God Wei Liam and Mark, my two retarded friends were there beside me. Wei Liam is awesome. He has this ability to come up with the lamest jokes everyday. The best part is, we'll burst out laughing when he tells a really lame one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was going home at 4pm, so I accompanied him. We sort of bonded la. I know him more now C= My class is the best class in the whole college, I'm not bragging, I just feel lucky that I ended up in the right class. Other classes are much more quiet cause they tend to have groupings in class. But PE5 has only 1 gigantic group which reminds me alot of my Form 5 class. I miss you guys. Can't wait to see you all in April or better yet, February. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know I Love You.&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/4372969186909743429-2551625122546016321?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2551625122546016321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2551625122546016321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2551625122546016321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2551625122546016321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/tgi-friday.html' title='Skipped Crime Prevention Orientation.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4821188655634759888</id><published>2010-01-23T07:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:50:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod And Blackberries Are The Bomb!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Six&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss out on Thinking Skills cause we were brought to the computer lab to learn how to access the library's website and order books. It was cool. But I was really really sleepy and at one point I almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dinesh's Birthday today, so Happy Birthday!! We call him 65 cents cause he can rap and he's like 50 cents, only better. He's a really really cool guy, sadly he changed class cause he took Further Maths. But we're still close with him C=. Once a PE5, Always a PE5. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4821188655634759888?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4821188655634759888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4821188655634759888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4821188655634759888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4821188655634759888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-six-we-miss-out-on-thinking-skills.html' title='Ipod And Blackberries Are The Bomb!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1751197489570263571</id><published>2010-01-23T07:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:45:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Of Mocking Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Five&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Time Management talk which was a waste of time cause first they were 15 minutes late, the irony. And secondly, we didn't even focus on what she was saying, non of us were. And by us I meant the entire CAL(Cambridge A Levels) But it was cool though, I got to know more about my classmate Sandeep who really reminds me of Arafat(Rahat's Brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really tired cause I havent been in class for 8 hours before.(Including the 1 hour lunch break) And the assignments were okay, they're just abit more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the Market today, two words to describe the food, DAMN CHEAP!! I ordered alot and it only cost me RM$3. FYI the market sells economy rice. Curry with Rice is only 50 cents XD I love Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1751197489570263571?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1751197489570263571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1751197489570263571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1751197489570263571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1751197489570263571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-of-mocking-twilight.html' title='The Joy Of Mocking Twilight.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-629543464546198829</id><published>2010-01-23T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:38:27.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market Is Cheap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Moral Studies, I managed to make this girl burst out laughing. The whole class was hilarious. We were asked things that you don't want to hear from your boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said was, "Why so small??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know I Love You.&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/4372969186909743429-629543464546198829?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/629543464546198829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=629543464546198829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/629543464546198829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/629543464546198829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/market-is-cheap.html' title='Market Is Cheap.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1253970076319742029</id><published>2010-01-18T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:48:45.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Education Is FUN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my assignments!! I don't have pictures today as it was thundering really hard and the flashes of lightning were so intense that I was afraid to get out of bed in the afternoon when I got home from College. I didn't do much today. Just assignments and lots and lots of college works. SO yeah, I'll be ending it short for today. I'm dead tired and college ends at 4pm again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Aime C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-1253970076319742029?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1253970076319742029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1253970076319742029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1253970076319742029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1253970076319742029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/moral-education-is-fun.html' title='Moral Education Is FUN.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1165842578448755118</id><published>2010-01-18T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:28:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s definitely not sunny because it’s night time (Ha! :P). Neither rainy nor windy. I’m not sure if it’s cloudy, but I’m guessing it is because there are no stars on the sky. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Brunei Darussalam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aime Veniece!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-1165842578448755118?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1165842578448755118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1165842578448755118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1165842578448755118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1165842578448755118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-definitely-not-sunny-because-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-167161700374846388</id><published>2010-01-17T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:47:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my very first Subway since coming here and it was goooooddd..=D I didnt do much today. I got a haircut and slept the whole day. Juan, my roomie is back from Penang =D We went to Sunway Pyramid for our dinner, which is at Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MRMexOnKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IGloFG9djx0/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MRMexOnKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IGloFG9djx0/s400/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427700882027224226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MRL0IvBxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eWfs8B7Az7E/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MRL0IvBxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eWfs8B7Az7E/s400/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427700870583093010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ordered the Chicken Teriyaki, I couldnt handle the footlong, So I just took the half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then went to buy some stationary and Juan bought the sweetest cupcakes I have ever tasted. It makes everything else taste dull. Its just really sweet but every bite taste like heaven. They're quite pricey at $25 for half a dozen, but you cant put a price on heaven!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSSPYebrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xLrfImJ5FJc/s1600-h/P1170002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSSPYebrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xLrfImJ5FJc/s400/P1170002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427702080487714482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSS1qHRDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iJ2HRsTW328/s1600-h/P1170004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSS1qHRDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iJ2HRsTW328/s400/P1170004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427702090762241074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSSj7klJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/E1pAZ128Nv0/s1600-h/P1170003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MSSj7klJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/E1pAZ128Nv0/s400/P1170003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427702086003627154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know what to get so I just pointed at the ones that looked pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that was my Sunday. I was suppose to go KLCC and explore today, but my legs failed to function properly. It has been that way for quite some time now. I'm just not used to walking that much. If you guys ever come to KL, call me up. I miss you guys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aime, I miss you. =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-167161700374846388?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/167161700374846388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=167161700374846388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/167161700374846388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/167161700374846388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-two-i-had-my-very-first-subway.html' title='Food Food Food.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1MRMexOnKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IGloFG9djx0/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3901207001978410248</id><published>2010-01-16T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:43:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Empty Apartment.</title><content type='html'>I have decided to resurrect my blog as I am now living in the my own country, the one that is truly Asia, Malaysia. =D I've been here for about a week now studying in Taylor's College Subang and I have met some incredible people. They were beyond extraordinary. They're my classmates, PE5s!! =D Awesome awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting lost many many many times here. I've finally have a vivid map of my surroundings. And I have decided to dedicate this blog to my life in KL. And I'll try to blog everyday. But if I can't, I'm sorry. But I will upload pictures everyday. At least one a day to show you guys the highlight of my day C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll begin with today as&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because today is the first day I called my apartment my home C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday which means its a holiday here. I decided to go out and explore the state that is Selangor. I met a guy on the Setia Jaya station. His name was Eddie, CHEF Eddie. He was a nice man. He gave me his number and would show me around sometime. =D I went to KL Sentral, and looked at the many many destinations I could visit. But a call from Joey helped me pick my destination in a flash. Mid Valley, owhh how I miss their Luo Han Guo drink and the cuteness of the pet animals found in Pet Wonderland. I decided to do a little shopping before visitng Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Joey at Seputeh train station where I got lost waiting for her =.= She came with a friend of hers who can actually speak Japanese O.O (Half Chinese Half Japanese ma) We went to this Japanese Fair where they demonstrated Japanese Cultures and food. I had my first Sake =D Its way better than a normal alcoholic drink. It just tastes...better. Joey had to go back to work after that, 2 of the guys who were with us brought me to OUG. I shopped there for a while and went back home. I walked the wrong way home =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo..I'll leave you with a couple of pictures. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyWEB996I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MLngCu0jiV8/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyWEB996I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MLngCu0jiV8/s400/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427315118067021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyVs3HzeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XNiqiKFJLyQ/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyVs3HzeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XNiqiKFJLyQ/s400/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427315111847513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyVdZRRdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-blK4-IfiSg/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyVdZRRdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-blK4-IfiSg/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427315107695773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyU7GBXII/AAAAAAAAAbA/wCQQS-oskUw/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyU7GBXII/AAAAAAAAAbA/wCQQS-oskUw/s400/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427315098488233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-3901207001978410248?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3901207001978410248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3901207001978410248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3901207001978410248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3901207001978410248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-empty-apartment.html' title='My Empty Apartment.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/S1GyWEB996I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MLngCu0jiV8/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-168522803976044480</id><published>2009-06-27T07:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:55:50.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand By My Means To Survive.</title><content type='html'>Welcome home, while away&lt;br /&gt;They have tampered with the locks&lt;br /&gt;And your things they rearranged&lt;br /&gt;"We propose...a better way"&lt;br /&gt;Said the note they left behind&lt;br /&gt;In their wake of disarray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell in place&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;They'll find us here&lt;br /&gt;I know a place, to disappear&lt;br /&gt;As a voice proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is the sum of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;What we know is almost nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But we are what we are till the day we die&lt;br /&gt;Or till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us cry, let us be&lt;br /&gt;Let us open up our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Without fear of anything&lt;br /&gt;Faith alone's all we need&lt;br /&gt;To traverse this burning bridge&lt;br /&gt;Now before it gets too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim, "it's fine"&lt;br /&gt;But the heart reveals&lt;br /&gt;What smiles betray&lt;br /&gt;Your sad, sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gave you away&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is the sum of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;What we know is almost nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But we are what we are till the day we die&lt;br /&gt;Or till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shoulders bear an awful weight&lt;br /&gt;But still we trudge on just the same&lt;br /&gt;Our colors run then leave a stain&lt;br /&gt;They blacken our once honest name&lt;br /&gt;How can we argue, tell me&lt;br /&gt;Over the fury and the fire&lt;br /&gt;How many times can we tell you that we&lt;br /&gt;Are not like you, we see right through&lt;br /&gt;The poor disguise that fails to fool&lt;br /&gt;The wary eye is trained on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is the sum of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;What we know is almost nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But we are what we are till the day we die&lt;br /&gt;Or till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is the sum of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;What we know is almost nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But we are what we are till the day we die&lt;br /&gt;Or till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Till we don't have the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, till we don't have the strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-168522803976044480?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/168522803976044480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=168522803976044480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/168522803976044480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/168522803976044480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-stand-by-my-means-to-survive.html' title='I Stand By My Means To Survive.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1808837106818674456</id><published>2009-06-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:14:35.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1808837106818674456?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1808837106818674456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1808837106818674456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1808837106818674456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1808837106818674456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3876602366744883776</id><published>2009-05-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:38:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have The Rights To My Own Fantasy.</title><content type='html'>Friendships...Relationships...they're pretty much one big confusion. I had a good day. Will it remain that way tomorrow?? I had fun celebrating Teacher Annie and Teacher Mawar's birthdays today. As I sat at the back of class, sipping my green tea alone in the dark, I cant help but to smile watching all my friends having fun. The friendships we've established all these years. Will this be our final birthday celebration in school??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see my friends running with joy and laughter, trying to shove creams onto each other's faces. And to think, 5 more months from now, it will all be gone. Friends from left to right, we might see each other again but I might not get to see them all together in one class. As I sat there, I told joel and Rahat what the future might be like. And there was nothing else to do but to make a toast. Rahat, Joel, Hawaii, Jasmine, Cynthia and I. Cheers to the last year of St.George's School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the whole class was a team. No...I felt like the whole class was my family. Seeing Joey taking pictures with Haziq and Hafiz. How Joel took a napkin and wiped off cream from Joey's face. How Dayat tried to put cream on haziq's face and how Maria got creamed in the end. We're a family man. Its been one hell of a run. We've reached half of our journey and the other half is just about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my form 5Bs. Not because they're the only ones I've got but because they're the only class I want to have. Yes, we're playful. I know..But we made memories. And they're all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships...its funny how everything started off mushy..followed by all the lovey-dovey crap. Then everything slows down. You begin to settle down..and everything goes on as normal. You manage to find out her flaws and you'll be saying that they dont matter because you'll still love her. But that's not entirely true. Once the settling down is over, you begin to get irritated because her flaws has become a nuisance to you and you'll be saying things like "She's not what she used to be." But once you really overlook those flaws, you'll find out that loving her is just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I always thought Aime was the only annoying one. Her sentences always end with and instead of a fullstop. Her letters are longer than my English essay and all the things that she try hard to do in order to impress me, I find most of them annoying. But I knew that she was trying to make an effort in our relationship. And those peak moments when she really gets on your nerves. Those moments drove me into insanity. But looking back at them, they became a chapter in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aime, I realised that you're not the only annoying on in the relationship. All girls are. I'm not being sexist. But they're just making an effort in the relationship. I found that out when I was dining in excapade. There was this woman who ordered a green coloured beverage and she took a sip from the straw. Judging by her expression, she must have loved it. What she did was, she asked the boyfriend to take a sip but the boyfriend rejected. She told him not to be like that and just take a sip, again, she was rejected. She then shoved the drink right infront of his face and demanded the boyfriend to drink it, so he did and he went "Happy Now??" and all the girlfriend could do was smile. I'm not talking about teenage love here..I'm talking about a man and a woman probably in their late 20s. Even they act childish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aime, I may get mad. I may get disappointed. But that doesnt mean that I dont love you. I cant even imagine myself doing things alone anymore. Because everything I've done, I've done it with you and although I may hate some of them, I've reliased that it sucks doing them alone. I need company..I need your company..I need your love..I need you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" The Fatter You Are, The More Love I Get To Shove Into You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy Chung.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-3876602366744883776?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3876602366744883776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3876602366744883776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3876602366744883776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3876602366744883776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-rights-to-my-own-fantasy.html' title='I Have The Rights To My Own Fantasy.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5503740976051608898</id><published>2009-04-07T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:23:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up Your Mouth-a!!</title><content type='html'>This insomnia or migraine or whatever  crap it is, is just awesome.. just awesome. I'm dead tired. I can't sleep, I roll around my bed having crappy thoughts about useless events in my life. My back hurts alot. I get paranoid really really easy with the headache crushing into my brain. I feel like taking my anger out at someone like Jasmine..but that'd be too mean. So yeah. This headache is just awesome..Cant be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-5503740976051608898?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5503740976051608898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5503740976051608898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5503740976051608898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5503740976051608898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/04/shut-up-your-mouth.html' title='Shut Up Your Mouth-a!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2399669943603498734</id><published>2009-04-06T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:31:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Special Anymore.</title><content type='html'>You...you know who you are...And I just want to tell you, from this moment on, our friendship is terminated. Yes, its true that I used to like you. I used to go crazy for you, but you were never interested in me. I found comfort in your words even though I knew they were lies. I'm not stupid. I can find the answers on my own. You lie too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about what you said..and you know what?? Screw you..I'm done playing with your mind games. I'm not some dog that just throws away what I have just for you. I knew how you act, I knew how you operate. You're cocky, you have an ego the size of a whale. You're just like me...but you have looks to back you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like you, I still do, but you've crossed the line when you said that my relationship will never last with someone like Aime. I never knew you went down so low. Fuck you. So what if my relationship will never last?? If it doesn't last, I'll make it last. Because dammit bitch, unlike you, Aime actually gives a shit about me and fuck you for saying that I'll never be good enough for her. Its just a desperate retaliation from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not good enough for her. But I feel that each day, I'm getting better and better. Maybe after a thousand days, I'll finally be good enough for her. I love her dammit! Whats wrong?? You're finally jealous because I'm having fun and you're not the reason for my happiness?? I've worked hard for my happiness dammit, dont try to take that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me compare the two of you. Aime's a princess, you're some diseased bitch getting humped by some other dogs on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we were young, things you did wrong were cute but right now, they're just non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a 'wonderful' life being an asshole. I don't want to hear you anymore. Your craps, your non-sense, I'll forget them, even if I have to bash my head on the wall till I fall into a coma. Cause that is how much I hate you. Who cares if I lose one friend?? I got loads of them back in my school, and each and everyone of them are fucking better than you. They have something you'll never have, a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn alot from you.  And I thank you. I wouldn't have been the cocky, big ego maniac without you. You thought me how to be mean, stepping on people who are lower than me. But things change.And  I've erased you from my life. This is my last message to you. You were once special to me. But not anymore..Goodbye. We will never speak ever again. 'Middle Fingers To You' - Thank you for your catch phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-2399669943603498734?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2399669943603498734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2399669943603498734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2399669943603498734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2399669943603498734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-not-special-anymore.html' title='You&apos;re Not Special Anymore.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6973373410111999868</id><published>2009-04-04T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:58:10.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Annoying, But I Love Her.</title><content type='html'>Here's some 'fun' facts to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the last time I blogged was on the 23rd of December of last year??&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I stopped blogging on my 100th post??&lt;br /&gt;Did you know starting my 101th post is like starting new??&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Jasmine has a facebook?? O.O"&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that she's in a relationship and its complicated!!?? O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnyyyhooo, so I've been gone a while. Guess I'm back and hopefully I'll stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened since I stopped blogging?? Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have gotten less.&lt;br /&gt;- I have less teeth for braces.&lt;br /&gt;- I have less pimple which makes me looks way way handsomer...Right honey?? C=&lt;br /&gt;- I have less friends because they've been promoted to assholes that I love..*cough* Jasmine  *cough*&lt;br /&gt;- I find Jasmine less attractive. And i wasnt even attracted to her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;- Aime having less fat O.O.&lt;br /&gt;- I eat less I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all I could think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have gotten more.&lt;br /&gt;- I've gotten more buff, I can snap Jasmine's chicken neck with 3 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;- Homeworks...they're such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;- I've grown taller.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm one year older. 17 bitch!! That means including this year, I have 3 years left being a teenager =C.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm much more nicer now....I think. C=&lt;br /&gt;- I'm more stressed out. Not because of homeworks. Its because I ran out of things to download and its driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got. Man...my life must suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded Inkheart which I didnt get to watch in the cinemas cause people go "Whats that??" and all that crap. So yeah, I'll have my own mini cinema in my room. I've also downloaded The Tale of Despereaux. Maria wants it I think C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been dull. Same daily routines done over and over again. Why cant exciting disasters like earthquake or typhoon occur in Brunei?? If a typhoon ever hits Brunei, the first person I'm gonna be looking out for is Joey. She's gonna be flying like how she flew up the hill at tasek lama. Advantage of being skinny. Unlike me, I'm not fat...I'm just heavy. I'm so heavy that artificial horses at the merry-go-round got tired from carrying me. I'm so heavy that when I stepped onto a voice control weighing machine, it said "One at a time please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to watch 12 rounds starring John Cena. =C My friends arent WWE maniacs like me. Speaking of WWE, WRESTLEMANIA 25 IS IN 2 DAYS!! =D Cynthia said that wrestling is fake....I have no comment XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys a story. I went to Kuching during the school's very short holiday. On my flight back to Brunei, I sat next to these 2 women. During the 1 hour flight, all they talked about was pregnancy. I butted in from time to time just to kill..well.. time XD. I had no say at all when they changed the topic to breastfeeding. =.=" Instead all I could do was sit there and listen. Breastfeeding is awesome XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess thats it for now, I havent been blogging and I found that my english has dropped drastically ever since the 3 China men took over the school's office. I dont blame them eventhough its obviously their fault for speaking such..cra..I mean improper english =P. But they are who they are, so yeah C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of sunrises and sunsets while I was in Kuching and Miri and I wanna show it to you guys C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddK2W1rCKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QEGBcGwgfXw/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddK2W1rCKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QEGBcGwgfXw/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803782465620130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKlUzrSrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/O_yGUdgEBQU/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKlUzrSrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/O_yGUdgEBQU/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803489862601394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKk_hNLjI/AAAAAAAAAao/UcK5PgR1Pag/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddK2W1rCKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QEGBcGwgfXw/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803782465620130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkqZ5otI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sw0hVBgrJSw/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkqZ5otI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sw0hVBgrJSw/s400/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803478480200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkVteN9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u5NAaBbfmwQ/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkVteN9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u5NAaBbfmwQ/s400/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803472925145042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkqZ5otI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sw0hVBgrJSw/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkqZ5otI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sw0hVBgrJSw/s400/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803478480200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkVteN9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u5NAaBbfmwQ/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddKkVteN9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/u5NAaBbfmwQ/s400/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803472925145042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6973373410111999868?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6973373410111999868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6973373410111999868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6973373410111999868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6973373410111999868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-annoying-but-i-love-her.html' title='She&apos;s Annoying, But I Love Her.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SddK2W1rCKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QEGBcGwgfXw/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9071462450942819452</id><published>2008-12-23T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:26:26.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High On McD!!</title><content type='html'>This will be the last i post for today. I'm tired from moving around alot. All i wanna do now is just sit and watch the downloads go 135kb/s for every single movie i downloaded. =D its awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCi2UVsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sZNs9qinceo/s1600-h/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCi2UVsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sZNs9qinceo/s400/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935711875749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCfpwSfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3t8FWWvXpxI/s1600-h/DSC03293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCfpwSfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3t8FWWvXpxI/s400/DSC03293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935711017748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to buy something here but i guess i'll wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCYNPMtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CGU24gihNR4/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCYNPMtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CGU24gihNR4/s400/DSC03291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935709019091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinatown =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCBywXTbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cn9My5N8rVo/s1600-h/DSC03314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCBywXTbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cn9My5N8rVo/s400/DSC03314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935698965876146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cinema. See the girl giving me the peace sign?? People should be more like her! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCBl_jZmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TakXQnUWSQk/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCBl_jZmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TakXQnUWSQk/s400/DSC03313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935695539922530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are 8 cinemas here. Which is very awesome and the tickets are really cheap! Only $6,7,8 and $10. =D&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/4372969186909743429-9071462450942819452?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9071462450942819452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9071462450942819452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9071462450942819452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9071462450942819452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/high-on-mcd.html' title='High On McD!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVDCCi2UVsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sZNs9qinceo/s72-c/DSC03282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6017530215628296562</id><published>2008-12-23T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:24:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fast Internet!!</title><content type='html'>So these are some of the stuffs I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6VY3KwtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AN1uh4pmZZI/s1600-h/DSC03275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6VY3KwtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AN1uh4pmZZI/s400/DSC03275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927239519453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went exploring and found Big Apple Donuts!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6VKSwUhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/46NJ5tUv1Ac/s1600-h/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6VKSwUhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/46NJ5tUv1Ac/s400/DSC03278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927235608629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mario's Pizza was delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6UsvPHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tnt9q_MKx7M/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6UsvPHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tnt9q_MKx7M/s400/DSC03310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927227675024482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at Rainforest in 1Borneo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have others. I'll keep you guys posted C=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-6017530215628296562?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6017530215628296562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6017530215628296562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6017530215628296562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6017530215628296562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-fast-internet.html' title='Super Fast Internet!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC6VY3KwtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AN1uh4pmZZI/s72-c/DSC03275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4383599779765036976</id><published>2008-12-23T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:59:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy Zag.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!! I'm here in KK right now and check out my room! O.O" as you can see, its 2 rooms joining together. so yeah. and its big and very classy!! I'm staying at Novotel in 1Borneo. Its got everything!! From food courts to Cinemas. From ToysRUs to Rainforest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1eQ1c1bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5vb370Hen6k/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1eQ1c1bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5vb370Hen6k/s400/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921894425449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1d7UiMvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/aj_AXTmzuW4/s1600-h/DSC03227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1d7UiMvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/aj_AXTmzuW4/s400/DSC03227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921888650244850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1dyZV4HI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KHJuuC5ocOo/s1600-h/DSC03226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1dyZV4HI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KHJuuC5ocOo/s400/DSC03226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921886254489714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1dQy6p8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MsB2VoiK2xw/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1dQy6p8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MsB2VoiK2xw/s400/DSC03225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282921877234952130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got more pictures coming up C=. So yeah. Hold on to your nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-4383599779765036976?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4383599779765036976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4383599779765036976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4383599779765036976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4383599779765036976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/ziggy-zag.html' title='Ziggy Zag.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SVC1eQ1c1bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5vb370Hen6k/s72-c/DSC03229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4653211751960822139</id><published>2008-12-19T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:05:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you!! I love you. C=</title><content type='html'>My downloads are getting better and better each day! With Christmas approaching, all the shows has been rescheduled to early January. Yours truly here made a list, time of show, date of show and episodes and season premieres of all the tv series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished downloading all the shows I wanted. Prison Break is ending, I bet Michael died in the end =C. Heroes ended Volume 3 with alot of characters dead. Spoiler alert! Arthur, Nathan and Peter's dad died, Sylar died, Ell died, Claire's biological mother died and a whole lots more. Ando got powers!! Super charge! So Volume 4 started, its called Fugitives. Its turning into prison break XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Scrubs is set to release on the 6th of January next year. Gossip Girl ended with episode 13 of season 2. It'll be continued in mid January. Supernatural stopped at episode 10 which I now posses thanks to the speed of today's download C=. Ugly Betty is on hold but the last episode of it was heart warming C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy crazy, so I deleted all my One Piece collection. Before you say anything, dont go OH MY GOD!! THATS 381 EPISODES AND MORE THAN 500++ WORTH OF MANGAS WITH 9 MOVIES AND OVER 50 SOUNDTRACKS AND OVER 100++ PICTURES!! not to worry =P, they are stored in Big Mama. All 138Gb worth of them C=. Baby G is now a movie-mania external, containing over 80GB worth of movies. C= I'm gonna get 2 more externals soon, both 320GB. I heard its cheap in Malaysia now. So yeah C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Movies, I just downloaded a humungus amount of movies! I went on an American Pie marathon watching 6 American Pie Movies in one day! By the end of it, i felt dirty but touched cause weird enough, the ending always ended romanticly. It was awesome!! I have other movies to watch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musics, I just got a whole stock of them! All thanks to TorrentBox. The songs are amazing! Top quality music with a few videos too! You might think its too much, but this is nothing. Its just an ordinary boring day for a download addict. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my list of things to buy. And sorry for some of you guys, I forgot about you. =P. A nicer way to say it is, You've been on my naughty list! Wang, if you're reading this, don't worry. For once, you aint on the naughty list =P. But i didnt write down what to get you either. I'll just buy what I can afford C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for my trip to KK. I'm one year older, one year smarter and stronger as ever! I'm finally old enough, strong enough and mature enough for Scuba Diving. And not to mention my license too! But its quite a bad timing =C. Cause my driving exam might be at the new area which is near town, so more traffic =C. And the prices of Cars have up by 20%. So maybe no new car =C. I want a Myvi, or a Wish, or even a Rush! Sadly those cars arent sold in Brunei =C. They have loads of it in Kuching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, guess thats about it. I'm torn right now. Cause my future just got postponed. I did not get selected for national service for December - March =C. Guess I'll have better luck for the June's selection. I want to be trained to be in the army. =C. It has been one of my goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4653211751960822139?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4653211751960822139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4653211751960822139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4653211751960822139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4653211751960822139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-you-i-love-you-c.html' title='Hey you!! I love you. C='/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3286160431563790701</id><published>2008-12-19T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:32:09.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I Miss You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best Song Ever!! I just downloaded his album =D. Along with Britney Spears, Taylor Swift, Twilight, Simple Plan, Lady Gaga and a whole bunch of them =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;I run out of words to say (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't leave you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're that type of girl to make me stay (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the guys tryna' holla&lt;br /&gt;Girl I don't wanna bother you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're independent and you got my attention&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your baby father&lt;br /&gt;Girl I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;That I love what you are doin' hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You gettin' down good&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You showin' thugs love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Said you're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon &amp;amp; Colby O'Donis]&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Colby O'Donis]&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds you&lt;br /&gt;Drift me away, far away (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And like the sun you&lt;br /&gt;Brighten my day, you brighten my day (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna see you cry cry cry&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna tell a lie lie lie&lt;br /&gt;Said I never wanna see you cry cry cry&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna tell a lie lie lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You gettin' down good&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You showin' thugs love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Said you're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon &amp;amp; Colby O'Donis]&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kardinal Offishall]&lt;br /&gt;Kardinal told you&lt;br /&gt;Whether the sky blue or yellow&lt;br /&gt;This fella ain't that mellow&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't about you (you)&lt;br /&gt;Hourglass shape make the place go (ooohhh)&lt;br /&gt;Waistline makes my soldier salute&lt;br /&gt;I'mma brute (brute)&lt;br /&gt;High from your high heel game&lt;br /&gt;High heels push up ya ass last name&lt;br /&gt;And you livin' in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;Eyes like an angel (goddess)&lt;br /&gt;Watch my yellin' as she undress&lt;br /&gt;Spotless (otless) bad to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna go put me in the triple X zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Lames don't know how to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;So let me walk with you, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'mma spend them grands, but after you undress&lt;br /&gt;Not like a hooker, but more like a princess&lt;br /&gt;Queen, empress, president&lt;br /&gt;Pull any way ya got my love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your beautiful (okay??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You gettin' down good&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you (ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You showin' thugs love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Said you're so beautiful (so beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful (so beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon &amp;amp; Colby O'Donis]&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you come from you're outta this world&lt;br /&gt;To me (ohh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;You're a symbol of what every beautiful woman should be (oooh wee)(ohh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Colby O'Donis]&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna see you cry cry cry (don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna tell a lie lie lie (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Said I never wanna see you cry cry cry (ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna tell a lie lie lie (lieee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Akon]&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You gettin' down good&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you (ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club&lt;br /&gt;You showin' thugs love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Said you're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-3286160431563790701?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3286160431563790701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3286160431563790701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3286160431563790701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3286160431563790701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-i-miss-you.html' title='Baby, I Miss You.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7877877836723934084</id><published>2008-12-11T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:13:25.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs Are Drugs. I'm An Addict.</title><content type='html'>Baby, I miss you. I really do. And sorry if I haven't been much of a friend lately. And yeah, sometimes you're annoy, sometimes you make me feel uncomfortable, but that doesnt mean that I dont love you. I do. I mean, even Romeo gets annoyed with Juliet sometimes. Its normal. Its just how things proceed. So yeah. Let me give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to Jasmine Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See babe, just because I tease, annoy, insult, hit, blackmail, &lt;strike&gt;compliment&lt;/strike&gt;, laugh at, bully Jasmine doesn't mean I &lt;strike&gt;don't&lt;/strike&gt; love her. C=. She's still my &lt;strike&gt;best&lt;/strike&gt; friend C=. She's the Satan in my hell, the retarded-ness in my personality. The shit from my anus. We're still cool. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Enough about Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys, I didn't make Aime mad, I just want to write those down. See Jasmine Wang, I did it for you C=. So I took loads of pictures while I was in Kuching, Only a few with me in it of course. Most of them were taken while I was in the car. Malaysia you know, takut everything kena curi. I'll post them up soon though. My internet is slow cause of all the downloading I miss. Now I'm trying to catch up. So I saw something awkward/interesting while I was there. Guess what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this 6 kids. One was like at the age of 7 or so. He was quite small in size, you could even tell by his looks that he's not really mature. The rest were around what, 13?? 14?? They were smoking. It was an eye opener. Its like Wow! Lil kids, huffing and puffing cigarrettes. They gon' die early for sure =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something in an article too. I find it amusing. Did you know that over 2 million people get married in a year thanks to internet dating?? Pretty awesome huh?? Well, did you know that over 4 million people get divorced BECAUSE of internet dating?? XD. Its funny, yet sad. But who cares, it aint my life =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was in Kuching, my mom took me to this dermalogica shop to check my face. The girl was hot! Like dayum!! Anyhoo, she was like poking and running her fingers through my face[I get touched on the face alot these few months CX] Then she was like a psychic yo! The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Hot Girl: You're a student right??&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Super Hot Girl: This explains the pimples growing on the side of your face. Its due to pressure and stress. And I bet you havent been drinking enough water have you??&lt;br /&gt;Andy: No.&lt;br /&gt;Super Hot Girl: That explains why your forehead has pimples. And you always have stomach problems right??&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Super Hot Girl: That  is the cause for the pimples growing above your eyebrows. And i'm sure you eat alot of junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Super Hot Girl: Thats where the pimples between your forehead and eyebrows grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking in my head "Witch! How did you know!??" It was like O.O". But she did keep touching my face. =P. Untung lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jane. =C. I'm sorry I didn't answer your call. My phone was not with me that time. Now its too late =C. Remember when to call me! =D You know I love you C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Twilight on Saturday?? Jaybee, you want an honest opinion?? I don't really fancy those types of movies. But yeah. Might be fun watching it with you guys C=. With you guys there, I don't think my time there would suck that bad C=. Just like how Senussi and Joel make 007 such a hilarious movie. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah. Rob Schneider has a new movie, its called Big Stan. Cant wait for that. And guess what else I saw in Kuching?? I was at Saberkas, this mall where they sell I.T stuffs. All I.T. This was what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendrive 16GB - RM$91&lt;br /&gt;Convert to Brunei Dollars - $38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendrive 8GB - RM$49&lt;br /&gt;Convert to Brunei Dollars - $22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;External 720Gb/740gb[i forgot] - RM$240&lt;br /&gt;Convert to Brunei Dollars - $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dizzy all the way. The prices were like freakishly low. Owhh and I saw the picture of the girl with the bra thing I told you guys about in Form 3. Remember my anacdote?? Yeah C=. I couldn't stop looking at it. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I guess that's it for now. I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the list of people I miss - Aime, Alicia, Jia Hui, Lu See, Audrey, Jane, Ruth, Jaybee, Niks, Maria, Joey, Cynthia, Arif, Senussi, Khairi, Rahat, Jazzreen, &lt;strike&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strike&gt;, Joel, Dayat, Haziq, Hafiz, and yeah. basically everyone. When we hitting the club!?? By hitting i mean going. By club i mean shopping center. By We I mean...us C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7877877836723934084?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7877877836723934084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7877877836723934084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7877877836723934084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7877877836723934084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/12/hugs-are-drugs-im-addict.html' title='Hugs Are Drugs. I&apos;m An Addict.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8903477801673629260</id><published>2008-11-26T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:07:08.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Thinks Obama Is Sexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jaybee-ella...you tagged Kimmy boy XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do most for the time being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me?? I tend to daydream alot, even when i'm talking to someone now, I tend to sway away and start....[i'm already daydreaming C=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. What is your favourite animal(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Jasmine. HAHAHAHAHAHA!! XD wait..thats a compliment..she must be sooo happy that I called her my favourite XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. What is your one regret in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Going to Singapore Zoo with a bag full of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Who inspires you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Homer Simpson. He's awesome. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Tell me something I don't know about your family background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Well its a long one. Both my parents have 3 siblings. Both of them have an older sister. Both my parent's younger brother arent married but both their youngest brother are married. Both my aunts have 4 kids. So yeah. kinda like a coincidence XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- As long as I got my theft skills, i'm good. C=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- To Be Honest?? My man hood. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. What can cheer you up from sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Watching other people suffer XD. I mean on tv not my friends[Excluding Jasmine...See i called her my fwen] =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Have you ever fall madly in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Nope I dont fall in love. I get involve in it C=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- She talks alot....just like me and we go on and on and on for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- She has loads of things in common with me. Like even moles on the lips and on the thumb finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- She gives the warmest and most tight gripping hugs ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Loads, but i'm happy with what I have C= thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. What's the best thing that happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Everything. Cause it all adds up to who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- I've always wanted to be a soldier. Going to wars and shooting people on the head or dick or ass. But they dont make much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;- Superduperweirdandoutofthisworld. [They never said it has to be from the dictionary =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Money cant buy me happiness but it sure puts a smile on my god damn face =D. So i go for riches, it'll get me happiness later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. If you are told you can enter any university in this world, Oxbridge excluded, what university will you enter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- UBD...HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!! XD Probably Imperial College in England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17. Who is the persons (peoples) that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- I dont share much with people. I mostly share them with Eddie. My dog C=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- I'll be 26. I see... I see..a handsome young man with a job in a building called Chung Tower with a name tag that says 'Founder And Creator'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. You accidentally deleted this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Everything I do is an "accident" just like the time I "accidentally" kick jasmine C=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20. What is your dream job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- something out of the ordinary?? I wanna get paid for sleeping, eating and watching tv. Thats a dream job right there C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-8903477801673629260?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8903477801673629260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8903477801673629260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8903477801673629260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8903477801673629260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/11/andy-thinks-obama-is-sexy.html' title='Andy Thinks Obama Is Sexy.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1094371534972789859</id><published>2008-11-11T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:28:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Superman.</title><content type='html'>I am back! The link is back! The title is new and back! Victoriah is black! And Anderson D. Chung is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll probably start blogging soon, Just gotta make a few changes and also, Suck It Jasmine!! Hit A Jasmine Day is still on! =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest I've laugh for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria drew a heart on the white board during Physics. Jasmine went and rubbed it off because I kept making funny insults about her and her heart theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Why did you rub the heart i drew!!??&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Cause Andy ba, he keep saying and saying. Its annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;Maria : You're annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard that it burnt calories off my body. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1094371534972789859?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1094371534972789859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1094371534972789859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1094371534972789859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1094371534972789859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-your-superman.html' title='I&apos;m Your Superman.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4590947091426690479</id><published>2008-10-19T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:38:55.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havent You Heard?? The Bird Is The Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SPsn3Vt3D9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/sYLYvimNbh8/s1600-h/18479lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SPsn3Vt3D9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/sYLYvimNbh8/s400/18479lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258840821560971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Chip Chocolate Cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4                         cups                                                          all-purpose flour                &lt;br /&gt;                             2/3                         cup                                                          NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Baking Cocoa                &lt;br /&gt;                             1                         teaspoon                                                          baking soda                &lt;br /&gt;                             1/4                         teaspoon                                                          salt                &lt;br /&gt;                             1                         cup                 (2 sticks)                                         butter or margarine                &lt;br /&gt;                             3/4                         cup                                                          granulated sugar                &lt;br /&gt;                             2/3                         cup                                                          packed brown sugar                &lt;br /&gt;                             1                         teaspoon                                                          vanilla extract                &lt;br /&gt;                             2                                          large                                         eggs                &lt;br /&gt;                             2                         cups                 (12-oz. pkg.)                                         NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Premier White Morsels                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREHEAT&lt;/strong&gt; oven to 350° F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMBINE&lt;/strong&gt; flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt in small bowl. Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla extract in large mixer bowl until creamy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in morsels. Drop by well-rounded teaspoon onto ungreased baking sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKE&lt;/strong&gt; for 9 to 11 minutes or until centers are set. Cool on baking sheets for 2 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nutritional Information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="nitable" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calories:&lt;/strong&gt; 100                      &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Calories from Fat:&lt;/strong&gt; 45                      &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Total Fat:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 g                     &lt;/td&gt;                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Saturated Fat:&lt;/strong&gt; 3.5 g                     &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Cholesterol:&lt;/strong&gt; 15 mg                     &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Sodium:&lt;/strong&gt; 60 mg                     &lt;/td&gt;                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Carbohydrates:&lt;/strong&gt; 13 g                     &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Dietary Fiber:&lt;/strong&gt; 0 g                     &lt;/td&gt;                                            &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Sugars:&lt;/strong&gt; 8 g                     &lt;/td&gt;                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;Protein:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 g                     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4590947091426690479?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4590947091426690479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4590947091426690479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4590947091426690479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4590947091426690479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/10/havent-you-heard-bird-is-word.html' title='Havent You Heard?? The Bird Is The Word.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SPsn3Vt3D9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/sYLYvimNbh8/s72-c/18479lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4332739073758881740</id><published>2008-10-04T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:52:23.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Our Fate.</title><content type='html'>The song I'm Yours by Jason Mraz will forever remind me of Jane. The song Crossroads by None Thugs N Harmony will remind me of Audrey. God I miss you two. Guess it really did happen didn't it?? 3 of us living in 3 different countries. Hope you guys still remember our promise we made. One day...we'll get there one day..I love you guys, I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, sorry. I promise that I'll help you in everything. The late night calls, the sudden calls and the life changing calls. Thank You and your welcome C=. You know I love you very much. Please do take care. I'll always be here, a phone click away. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Andy Chung.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4332739073758881740?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4332739073758881740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4332739073758881740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4332739073758881740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4332739073758881740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-our-fate.html' title='This Is Our Fate.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1974579140577475727</id><published>2008-10-03T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:49:41.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Isn't Going To Wait For You......And Neither Am I.</title><content type='html'>JANE!! AIME!! remember the song by Eminem I told you guys to listen to?? Well guess what?? That song is an abstract of the relationship between him and Mariah Carey when they were dating! O.O". Mariah Carey acts that way! Sexy! =D Damn I love Eminem C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and guys, remember while we were bowling and sungkai-ing at the bee shop?? guess who was there?? Sir Eugene O.O" He told me today while we were hari raya-ing at our ex principal's house. Thank God we didnt do anything...normal XD. I miss our old principal. She looks good though. She seems really happy to see us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show you guys one single verse from one of Eminem's songs. Its the reason why he's one of my idol. Cause he can get things out of his mind by rapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you real&lt;br /&gt;and you spit and people are feeling your shit.&lt;br /&gt;This is your moment and every single minute you spittin tryin to hold on to it cause you may never get it again.&lt;br /&gt;So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can&lt;br /&gt;and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in.&lt;br /&gt;I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in&lt;br /&gt;It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy&lt;br /&gt;so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me&lt;br /&gt;The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel the same thing only among different people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also able to help me rhyme my words to someone I threw out of my life. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter,&lt;br /&gt;But I thought a song would probably be a little better,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a letter, that you'd probally just shred up, yup.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of,&lt;br /&gt;How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to,&lt;br /&gt;A stupid piece of, paper I'd rather let you see how,&lt;br /&gt;Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle.&lt;br /&gt;You're a fuckin' coke head slut I hope you fuckin' die,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cuz I want you back,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack, a-a-a-a-a-a-AK,&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue,&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to,&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I think of you now all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from a song I never stop listening to since my high school year. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work&lt;br /&gt;For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies&lt;br /&gt;As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us&lt;br /&gt;Coming to terms, where we can agree&lt;br /&gt;There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me&lt;br /&gt;You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais&lt;br /&gt;So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh&lt;br /&gt;And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see&lt;br /&gt;A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself&lt;br /&gt;I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help&lt;br /&gt;Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only&lt;br /&gt;We never met, but best believe you gon' know me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony&lt;br /&gt;Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me&lt;br /&gt;You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful&lt;br /&gt;I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S - Audrey, I found the code =D. I'll probably be calling you sometime soon. $0.10 per minute is the cost =D. Its even cheaper than calling people in Brunei! XP&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/4372969186909743429-1974579140577475727?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1974579140577475727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1974579140577475727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1974579140577475727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1974579140577475727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-isnt-going-to-wait-for-youand.html' title='Life Isn&apos;t Going To Wait For You......And Neither Am I.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9175146749698899423</id><published>2008-09-29T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:46:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heartbroken Outcry.</title><content type='html'>One second. I wasn't able to stop thinking of Audrey, not even for a second. My mind kept on wondering, where is she right now?? What is she doing?? Is she alright?? How is she?? Will we see each other again?? I don't know what's gonna happen from here on out. All I can do now, is just sit and think about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey left this morning, she went in around 11.30am or so, but her flight was at 12.20pm. I was there to see her off. I had to be, cause I wanna give her a proper goodbye. It was memorable, from the jokes we had with everyone else, namely - Marlo, Joel, Janno, Jay Ar, Janno's sister, Brendon and others. I gave her my pendrive, the one with Sanji on it. I placed everything she wanted and also some stuffs that I wanted her to know about in the pendrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun, until the time when she had to go in, Joel and the rest left to Jollibee when she said goodbye, but I didn't want to follow them, so I stayed. Before she went in, she took a last look and waved. It was the last image I have of her. As soon as those door closes, I felt the discomfort in my left chest, and I've been feeling it all day even up till now. I can't let go of the feeling. I was okay at first. But then it started to get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down around 3.30pm, my afternoon was a sad one. I had nothing left to do. My afternoons were always being occupied by Audrey. She and I would be chatting all day long. I had nothing to do. I felt so alone. I spent my afternoon by sitting on my balcony, just looking up into the sky and wondering where she is. My eyes were teary. The sky seemed to go along with my mood cause all around were lightnings flashing down. The whole sky was dark as I watch the clouds move about with tiny patches of holes that allowed a limited amount of light to pass through. It made me feel better, but it didnt make me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just need time, I know that i'll be better soon. Until that time comes please bear with me, please help me through my time in need. I'm just not ready to let go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I Miss You Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Andy Chung.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-9175146749698899423?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9175146749698899423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9175146749698899423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9175146749698899423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9175146749698899423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heartbroken-outcry.html' title='My Heartbroken Outcry.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8116457834126766251</id><published>2008-09-23T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:25:24.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking A Straw Through The Holes.</title><content type='html'>I went bowling today with the buds, I haven't gotten the pictures yet but I MIGHT post them up when I get them from Khairi. I wasn't sure whether to go or not but in the end I decided that it wouldn't hurt to attend the event. And boy was I glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 8 of us namely, Me, Khairi, Senussi, their sister, Sarah, Ida, Danial and Joel went bowling at Utama. Bowling was much harder than I thought and yeah you guessed it, there were loads of ball jokes about testis. We're just being average normal...teenagers/perverts/retards, thats all. I first went in an sat down on the seat and guess what?? I saw Senussi EATING sweets. And the first crazy moment went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Isn't it still puasa time??&lt;br /&gt;Senussi : Yeap it is!&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Then why are you eating!!?? =S&lt;br /&gt;Senussi: Because...I'm hungry, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid and turns out he doesnt fast. Weird, I know. So we bowled and bowled and bowled. It was fun, most of us got gutterballs. I found a ball which I called it my lucky ball cause I was able to get a good hit with it. I even got a strike with that ball. My first ever strike XP. Sorry Joel but, I won =P. I beat you by 1 point. I got 60 and you got 59. Senussi got 57 I think. Not bad for a bunch of beginners like us, even though the points were over 300 XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joel left after that and we ended up going to Soon Lee and saw Mel and her brother there. We chatted a little while and shopped around making funny comments on everything. There was an announcement which was...unusual. A woman's voice was heard announcing that the store would be closed from 5.45 till 7.30 so that their muslim workers would be able to break their fast. Which then Danial said "Just hire more non-muslims lah!" and after the announcement the last word that came out was "APANI!??". It was definitely an awkward moment right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Utama and sat there watching Khairi's cousin's cousin bowl. We headed into Jolibee to get our seats before it was packed with people waiting to break their fast. It was alright. We ate together, made jokes while eating and took pictures with not 1, not 2 but 3 cameras. So after sungkai, we headed to the building across from Soon Lee cause Danial's bro called and asked him to buy some Guava. He bought the guava, I bought kiwi and Sarah bought pineapple. All of them were already sliced and prepared of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we headed to the building across Soon Lee, we were cam-whoring by the stairs, the one leading us to Charcoal, not the one connecting to Soon Lee. It was coo' and we all looked...something XP. And after buying the fruits, we chilled by the railings outside Utama, opposite to Charcoal. We just hung there, taking pictures and chatted. Ida went home after that, and I went home a few minutes after her. And that was my day. C= I'll try to get the pictures soon aight?? but again, no promises C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-8116457834126766251?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8116457834126766251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8116457834126766251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8116457834126766251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8116457834126766251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticking-straw-through-holes.html' title='Sticking A Straw Through The Holes.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4590744502271242788</id><published>2008-09-22T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:01:17.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistles Between The Holes.</title><content type='html'>You know what I find annoying on MSN?? The nick of those people who I don't know why adds what they're doing onto their nick, like for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla is going to KK tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla is currently at mamik with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla is getting ready for tonight's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what?? No one needs to know! If you wanna do it, then let me show you how its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Andy Chung is shitting/onlining. Current Time - 6.50pm, will be done by 11.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I got my teeth extracted today. It was crazy! Four tooth at one go. 8 injections. The amazing part was that I felt no pain at all. It was practically painless and guess what?? The dentist really really loves my teeth XP. Wanna know why?? Cause all 4 of my tooth that were extracted were 3 rooted. He said I was the only one he ever saw that had 3 rooted teeth. Everyone else has only 1 root. For those of you who are completely blank right now, root is the hook area where you teeth joins with your gum. The function of it is to hold the teeth firm, if your root breaks, your tooth falls. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done with all 4 tooth, I asked the dentist if I could keep my 4 tooth and he said that he wanted to keep it cause its unique, so I let him keep it XP. You had no idea how hard it was for me to go on my day after that experience. My whole mouth was so numb that it was like having botox on my face. I couldnt even smile or frown! And it was sooo numb that blood and saliva kept overflowing. I know its disgusting but yeah, I had to constantly wipe my mouth. The numbness only went away after like 3 - 4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth feels so empty right now, with 4 of my tooth missing. The braces are coming soon and its gonna be a bitch. I'll be getting them by Thursday. So just you wait C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4590744502271242788?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4590744502271242788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4590744502271242788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4590744502271242788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4590744502271242788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/whistles-between-holes.html' title='Whistles Between The Holes.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5769397302663031958</id><published>2008-09-20T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:44:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom! In The Toilet.</title><content type='html'>I saw my baby in mall today C=. I miss her loads. She was with her friends. Jazz, I love you =D. And I miss you too. I'm getting my teeth extracted on monday. I'll have teeth like yours soon =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, I just finished solving all three 2x2x2, 3x3x3 and 4x4x4 rubik's cube. Its really simple but i always get frustrated with the 1st step of the 4x4x4 cube. I love fixing the 2x2x2 cause its really really easy XP. No wonder Zubaidah got it right that quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be heading off to mall tomorrow with Jane and Audrey. The AAMJ-P is going out probably for the last time. Gonna make it memorable I hope. And yeah, pictures pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to blog about, but i'll leave you with another rhyme I made. Jaybee, Jane, and Aime read the rest and sadly to say I forgot them and Jaybee, I need those rhymes which you saved. Who knew that automatically saving your convos actually come in handy XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you love me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I need  to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The feelings i have for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I must show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I proposed to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You  said no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had no choice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So this is my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But thank god though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause I turned out successful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And You turned out a hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-5769397302663031958?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5769397302663031958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5769397302663031958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5769397302663031958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5769397302663031958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/boom-in-toilet.html' title='Boom! In The Toilet.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6085424709483221390</id><published>2008-09-13T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:28:02.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Idiots, 1 Crazy Memory, Infinite Laughters.</title><content type='html'>Today is like one of those days where you could look back after 10 years and say, " damn, wish it could all happen all over again". Cause you see, I hung out with 2 crazy idiots that I would never ever forget. They are like my drugs, which i never wanna let go of. Yes, I'm talking about Audrey and Jaybee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole fucking day roaming around Mall, i know The Mall sucks but its  not the places you go that makes the day fun, its the people you're with that makes you go psycho. Jaybee and I sat ON the floor outside the Diamond shop waiting for Audrey to arrive. Her 1.45pm SHARP is like 2.30pm. That's the time she arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the strolling, looking around the area. Audrey and Jaybee ate at the foodcourt while I was getting high with the PSP that i brought. As soon as they were done, we saw Joel standing alone looking down to everyone below, We super kicked Jaybee's ass and shoved her to where Joel is and forced her to stay there with him. Arent you glad we did it?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Jaybee and Joel were "dating", Audrey and I went and got ourselves rngs. Mary Jane gonna get one too!! AAMJ-P bitch! =D, After that we went to Winmark and Audrey bought Green Gel for JR. He's gonna be the Joker for the FOP thinggy. Then we went to look for nail polish and then to check out some cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybee was left alone cause Joel went home, so we called her up to meet us. Joel and I didnt even do our Brotherhood Bird Call. =C. So while i was browsing DVDs for Maria and Jasmine, those two idiots went down to pee. I went down to wait for them cause they were taking to long and no jaybee, I said " Did you guys pee in slow motion?? Cause that was long!" and Jaybee replied "We're girls, cant you see the lipstick, the scarf??" and yeah. we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were Cam whoring in the elevator! It was fucking stupid, but the coolest thing ever!! We went up down up down up down the elevator and did it again in Rizqun. When the door opened Audrey was the centre of attention cause she was making alot of noise XD. We went out of Rzqun and walked back in from the main door of the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at I forgot what its called but it was good, and no Jaybee, Audrey paid for that one. We were taking pictures WHILE eating. It was funny. We went to Swensens for ice cream. My treat. Can you believe it?? The ice cream is $3.40 for a sigle scoop and guess what?? Jaybee and Audrey each bought one and here's the kicker, I only paid $3.40 for both of them! O.O" I was confused and quiet while we were roaming around after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the silence by asking if the price was right but apprarently it wasnt. And we kept laughing like crazy about it. XD. We spent a considerate amount of time sitting at the food court next to the arcade. Fucking hilarious. Audrey was totally ignoring me and I told Jaybee that I was gonna punch her if she ignored me again. And guess what?? SHE DID!! XP. Audrey clipped a clip on my bracelet that says " So Wat If I'm Bitchy" which was fucking cool XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Unitek to browse at cds but didnt find anything so we headed back to the Mall. We sat at Fun Bread for a while and Jaybee had to go. Huggies were given and goodbyes were said. It was just Audrey and me after that. We chatted about Singapore - where she's gonna be, how I'm gonna find her, where her grandma lives, where my cousin lives and all sorts. Guess who can from behind me. JAYBEE!! =D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back! =D. So we chatted more! Angelea came with pictures of her friends. 3 of us got excited about it and the 2 idiots started running to the escalator, but then turned back when Audrey said "Wouldn't it be easier if we used the lift!??" and all of us went running into the lift. As soon as that elevator door opened, everyone dashed out like some kind of stampede. Crazy people I tell you. We took loads of pictures and had an awesome time doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious pictures were taken. Even the workers there were laughing. So we took 8 pictures but made it into 24 so each of us can have all 8 pictures. And yeah thats when Jaybee had to leave, it was sad but i'll see her again on Monday.[Can't wait] Audrey and I spent our time sitting at DQ which the table specifically said "Customers Only" but since there were cups there, we sat down pretending those were ours XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go  after a while and I gave her a last huge hug and told her that I really miss her. And that was the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they're idiots, but I fucking love them to bits. If you hate them, then hate me too cause I'm an idiot too, just like them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna read a clearer version of how my day went, check out Jaybee's blog on my friends list C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I just want to express something from my heart. I cant do it tomorrow cause the feelings might not be the same. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the awesome day today, I'm glad I spent my entire day with you, no regrets on anything. The crazy laughters were awesome, and I'll remember them. You thought me not to be timid in front of other people and I learnt to speak up. You already know that I don't want you to leave, but you thought me something. If you really love something, set it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling right now is the same feeling I had when you first told me you were leaving. My heart may be aching, my guts may be falling, my body may be weak but I think I'm gonna be okay this time C=. I cant make this an emotional goodbye, I need this to be a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to study harder, I cant promise that I'll keep my word, but I can promise that I will get to where I want to go, and that is why I'm listening to my parents and will be going to Singapore for university. Who knows, with my strength to believe and a little faith, I might be able to find you again. You've help me set a path for my life, and now I'll walk on it. 2010 is where my journey begins =D. Until then, I love you. I'm not gonna miss you, cause I already do. And I'll never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Andy Chung.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6085424709483221390?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6085424709483221390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6085424709483221390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6085424709483221390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6085424709483221390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-idiots-1-crazy-memory-infinite.html' title='3 Idiots, 1 Crazy Memory, Infinite Laughters.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7292650936441683196</id><published>2008-09-04T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:22:31.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon And The Sun.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I haven't been a good friend lately. I know I've told you I've been busy the last couple of days. But to be honest, I wasn't. I was actually having a break down. My life was falling apart. And I know I didn't tell you anything. Its just that, I feel that our friendship is crumbling. And I feel that the only thing binding us together is a piece of manga strip. It's not that I don't want you to know. It's just that, I want you to be able to come to me when you need help and because of that, I can never break down, I can never fall so that you'll always see me as this idol that you'd look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel left out. I know you feel like you're not a part of my life no more. But you're wrong. I can't lie to you, during your birthday, when you said it was canceled, I was really disappointed cause I was really looking forward to it. But when you said you'll reschedule it, it made me feel better. I know you feel jealous, and I'm sorry about that. It wasn't suppose to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just that, I feel that you've got someone now, and I see you happy in school and everything else seems to be going well for you, and I hate to be the one to smash everything up. I thought you needed me less. I could be the guy you come to for a small chit chat and maybe have a laugh or two. But I was wrong. And I don't wanna brag but, you still need me don't you?? Please say yes, cause...I need you too =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School may be a bitch, life may suck most of the time but you know that I'm always a phone call away. Owh and you know what?? Your mobile number is the only number I could remember, cause its easy C=. Plus I need it when I have an emergency and I don't have my phone with me. I could call you instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you're not just another chapter in my life. Remember what I used to always say to you when we were in our primary days?? Bro and Sis Forever. I know its cheezy. But fuck that! People who think its cheezy don't know what a bond really is C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, Jia Hui, don't worry. I'm here. As long as I'm still breathing, you can come to me anytime C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7292650936441683196?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7292650936441683196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7292650936441683196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7292650936441683196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7292650936441683196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon-and-sun.html' title='The Moon And The Sun.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8128453790083367869</id><published>2008-09-03T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:46:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click Boom!</title><content type='html'>Lu See.. Where are you?? =C. Its been ages. I cant reach you cell. Stupid international phone services. Malaysia and Brunei are that close and yet the phone service is always so suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got loads to tell you, I got loads to say to you. So Yeah. If you're reading this. Hit me back. Cause I miss you and your stories. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-8128453790083367869?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8128453790083367869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8128453790083367869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8128453790083367869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8128453790083367869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/click-click-boom.html' title='Click Click Boom!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1352841665405740663</id><published>2008-09-02T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:51:55.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Pose In One Single Shot.</title><content type='html'>I haven't got much time right now. I'm pretty busy so yeah. All I wanna say is I had a blast being alone today. Never leave a lonely man at home alone with the fridge stock with food. I tell you I cooked the fridge half empty and it only took me 4 hours to do it. I cooked mee, made mushroom soup, fried my fries, made eggs, juiced my apples and carrots to make my juice, took a piece of chicken and a few hot dogs and cooked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is...I ate all of those by myself for my breakfast and lunch! =D. And my parents were worried I didnt eat anything XD. So yeah. That's pretty much sums up what I did today. The rest of the time I spent sleeping. It was a good day for breaks and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Aime, Its raining =D. Just like you said it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-1352841665405740663?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1352841665405740663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1352841665405740663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1352841665405740663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1352841665405740663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/multiple-pose-in-one-single-shot.html' title='Multiple Pose In One Single Shot.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6684486326296226615</id><published>2008-09-02T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:08:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandals In My Pocket.</title><content type='html'>I had a really awesome time last night. First of all, Alicia made me believe that there ARE such things as coincidence. Everything between Alicia and I never happened on purpose. Everything was by coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first conversation we had. That was by coincidence. The first time we met in Lucky Restaurant. That was a coincidence, and it sure was lucky all right XP. Then those national day practices. When I thought I wouldn't meet her on Valentine's Day, guess who popped out from nowhere?? From the thousands of people in the field, we manage to collide into each other. We managed to make Valentine's Day special after all. That was a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would message her on Saturday nights and there was once when I was out roaming around in Gadong, she said she was in Gadong too. And boom, we met each other there. We talked for a really long time and yeah, that was by coincidence too. And who would forget the Maths Carnival. We met there by coincidence too. It was the best 2 days of my life XP. Henry and Nizam felt the same way too. Henry met a new girl friend. I wonder how she's doing right now. Nizam made a couple of guy friends too. And me, I had the chance to see Suok Jiuan, Tiff, Wen Yi, Rabiatul and Alicia again. And I met new friends too. Amal! =D. I wonder where she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, everything that happened between Alicia and I were all by coincidence. If things are meant to happen, then no planning is needed. We had our blast from the past moments yesterday. And its been 3 years. Coming to 4. Its been one hell of a life. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasnt the only thing that made my night. The main event.... I miss called Aime at around what?? 12 something?? And she was still awake. yeah we messaged for a while, but then she called. So we talked on the phone for more than 2 hours. It was nice. And we were story telling about everything. I got hungry and ate a donut and a piece of bread while listening to her stories. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes and some other stuffs and I fell asleep no long after. I had my nightmares again. I think what Mar said was right. Must be the donut and bread that made me have nightmares. This time. it was at a market place. Just a normal market place like those in China town. The weird thing was, I went up at one of the blocks and there was like a totally different market place, and it was on the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I walk forward, the higher the line of shops went. And each time I pass a store, I  would have to walk like 4-5 stair steps to get to the other shop. The higher and further I went, The darker it became. Until at last I was in total darkness. And I turned back and saw the line of stairs and steps were still there. When I turned to face forward, there were a couple of spirits floating around right in front of me. They were just floating endlessly and they seemed lost. One of them, a female, turned to look at me. Then it charged at me and its face turn into a demon like face with sharp fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up. I ran back to the light. I ran really fast. It was like playing counter-strike with 4 times the moving speed. I jumped down every stairs and I saw Cindy, I pulled her and shouted for her to run in mandarin. I felt slow and in the end, I jumped down from the balcony to the first floor and I woke up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second dream was weird. It wasn't creepy. It just had an uneasy feeling to it. I was walking along an alley in the hotel. Room by room I passed and I stopped at an elevator. I got into the elevator. It was massive!! Like the size of our classroom in school. And there was a man there with me. To be honest, he looked like Morphious from Matrix. And the buttons were unusual. There were more buttons than I could imagine. I'll just call the guy in the elevator with me Morphious since he kinda looks like him. So Morphious pressed the 8th floor, it opened up and I saw there were these rides where kids love to play like those cartoonish bumper cars and kiddish games that you find in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out, cause I was feeling uncomfortable. Then out of the blue, I appeared in another elevator, this time it was really small. It wasnt square in shape, it was actually round. There were only 3 buttons there. 5, 4 and G. I pressed G and the elevator door opened in a really cool manner that I couldnt explain. It wasnt the ground floor. It was where cars were parked and a car ran right at me. The elevator door closed by itself and yeah, I wasnt hurt. I pressed 5. And before the door could open, I woke up. My mom was calling me to ask if i wanted to go Miri. And yeah, since there wasn't time to get my braces, I didn't go. I stayed home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is getting too long. I'll make another one by tonight so that you guys wont get tired of reading such a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6684486326296226615?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6684486326296226615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6684486326296226615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6684486326296226615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6684486326296226615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/sandals-in-my-pocket.html' title='Sandals In My Pocket.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1781891290690407696</id><published>2008-09-01T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:55:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get The Body In Motion.</title><content type='html'>Lets get this started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. State 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt; 2. The 10 people I tag are then to follow and write their own 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts.&lt;br /&gt; 3. No Tagbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact Number 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to crack every part of my body. From fingers to toes. From head to my back. Everything. As long as it has a bone, i'll fine a way to make those cracking noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact Number 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 normal size pillow, 1 gigantic pillow, 2 blankets all on my bed but the only thing I use when I sleep is my dog Eddie. I don't sleep on pillows nor use any blankets. Just Eddie. And no, I don't hump Eddie before I sleep. You sick, sad, lonely, desperate assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact Number 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I read, is the newspaper. The only time I read it is when I'm in the john, doing my business meeting. You know. My meetings. And I love being occupied with the newspapers. Some stories may anger me which makes it easier to push. Too much detail?? Let the image of me shitting sink in your head for a while. C=&lt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact Number 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone, I weep like a pussy.  Nawhhh. I don't do that. Sometimes I do. But most of the time, I dance. Pumping up th music and just dance. But I never danced naked. I've sang naked before. But that was when I'm showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact Number 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch the same tv series or movie over and over and over again without getting bored. But only for Romantic Comedies or just those really stupid comedies. I've watched Scrubs from season 1 - 7 for more than 30 times already. Kept replaying them over and over and over again while I watch them at night. It helps me fall asleep. The movie Van Wilder - Party Liaison helps me to study. I was watching that while I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto Numbero 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I study is totally different from how others study. People say that I'm too calm. For example, exam is tomorrow and yet I'm still playing and fooling around. I can't be forced to study. I have to do it by my own will if not nothing goes in. And I need music, tv and noises when I study. People can't do that cause they get distracted. But I do it cause I remember what I was doing to get what I was studying. Even diagrams, I have this photographic memory that I take pictures with my mind and think of the next time to pair them up so that I can remember them. It sounds complicated. But I've been doing it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto Numbero 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a totally different person when I'm in school but as soon as I pass those gates and go home. I have a different personality. I can talk more than 1000 words per hour in school. But I only speak less than 100 for the whole day at home.[Excluding the singing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto Numbero 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an average man. I am never number 1 in anything. I've always average. I'm not good in studies. I'm just average. I'm no good in sports. I'm just average. I'm no good in singing. That, I'm below average. I'm just average. I don't really suck in something. And yet, I'm not really good at anything either. Just average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto Numbero 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a hobby. Some collect stamps. Some collect rocks. Greedy assholes collect money. But I collect something different. I collect ideas, quotes and thoughts that uses common sense. I find them interesting and useful whem applying them in different situations in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facto Numbero 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm out on my own on the streets. I like to try things. For example, while I was in Kuala Lumpur, I lived at my uncle's empty apartment and below that apartment is a Starbucks Coffee Shop. For the 4 days I was there, I ordered Starbucks every morning. And I did it by using different accents to see which one I sound better in. And as always, my british one was the easiest to understand and so I stuck with the british accent. I would do it in school but my friends would just get annoyed by it if i do it every single time I talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cook. I tend to try and add different ingredients to the food I cook. Which explains my constant stomach problems. But not all of them are bad, Capplet Juice was a success. For those who don't know yet, I took a green apple and a carrot and I juiced them together. The carrot juice would be above the apple juice but when you drink it, it taste amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very independant dude. I need people around me to survive. I need people to constantly talk to me. Cause I think alot. And when I think, I come up with crazy ideas which is bad for me and for my mental health. So I need people to talk to me. And I depend on the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends. But they're the only ones I've got. And it was easy to make my decision. Even though I hate them, I made my decision to stay. Cause I don't wanna regret one day in the future. And you know the saying, quoted by Dr.Bob Kelso of Scrubs 'The thing you hate the most, will be the only thing you miss most when its gone'. So yeah, hate them or love them. I'll stick by them or just a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when people come to me for advices and help. Especially you Lu See C=. Even when you're so fucking far away. I'm still glad you come to me C=. Even though each msg cost me 20 cents. But it's all good. And yeah, it makes me feel that someone actually trust me and believe in me. Thanks Lu See =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Fact Numbero 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and Simple.&lt;br /&gt;My joy and happiness comes from being needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do this yesterday and to be honest, I couldn't even think of one simple fact about myself. Maria opened up my mind. She's the one I go to when I need help and as always, she never disappoints C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Lu See and Jia Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4372969186909743429-1781891290690407696?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1781891290690407696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1781891290690407696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1781891290690407696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1781891290690407696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-body-in-motion.html' title='Get The Body In Motion.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1628041599443348975</id><published>2008-08-30T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:31:01.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Happy Now??</title><content type='html'>I would like to dedicate this post to someone. I'm not gonna say who you are. But I know that you know its you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I first met you?? You told me to trust in you. I became your friend. I went to you for advice. You were older than me. It was fun wasn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I stupid enough to trust you. You told everything I told you to other people didn't you?? You told them how pathetic I was, how desperate I was in need of a friend. You bite me in the back didn't you?? I know, cause I've heard. You came to me with those fake smiles of yours. Those fake words and those acts that you commit, pretending like you even give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you remember that time, when you were in deep shit. I had to take the blame for you. Because it was the way a man should act. Thinking that a man should always forgive a woman's doing. I was stupid enough to even believe that you deserve a second chance. You burned me hard. I can't believe you did what you did. Blaming more stuffs on me was the only thing you do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh and remember that one moment when I shut you out of my life?? You don't?? Well you know now. It begins today. Your selfless acts that you do. Those many many moments when you came to me for help, and I was willing to help you. But when I was in need of help, or even a friend. You were never there. You were never able to reply me. As soon as you got what you wanted, you left me. You used me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I stood up for your shits for so long. The reason I trust in you was because you were once that nice, thoughtful, caring girl. But I guess all that was just acting wasn't it?? It was just to pass time and get dirt out of me. You even know who I'm really in love with. Well guess what, I got something to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you. You thought me not to trust people easily. You thought me that there are lot of people like you in the world. You thought me that my life is dead. Filled with bacteria feeding on me. It will only be a matter of time before I disappear from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I can never trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You shattered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/3  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1628041599443348975?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1628041599443348975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1628041599443348975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1628041599443348975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1628041599443348975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-happy-now.html' title='You Happy Now??'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4565529788999463849</id><published>2008-08-30T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:05:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute For A Day.</title><content type='html'>I've been having nightmares. And I don't know why. It actually punches fear into me. I have fear of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl in school. I dreamt about her. And Jaybee, I hate you. Cause I just do. But I love you at the same time. You know. But the girl isn't Jaybee. Its someone else. I don't want to mention her name. Cause people might get chaotic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeared in this place. A dock actually. I have no idea where. Everyone was there. Mostly my class. I think it was a field trip. But we weren't wearing uniforms. We were standing close to the egde of the dock. The water was dark. As if it was never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing quite a distant away from her. People started shouting. I dont know why. They shouted her name. She fell into the water. We waited, but she didn't come up. I jumped down. I swam down. Not feeling abit tired at all. I saw her..Unconcious and still drowing down. I kept swimming down tp grab her. No one seems to be helping. I couldn't reach her. I was running out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make the hardest decision ever. It was either I swim down to get her, or I swim back up for air. at the end, I woke up. Breathing really hard. As if I was out of breath. I don't know. It just seems..unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4565529788999463849?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4565529788999463849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4565529788999463849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4565529788999463849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4565529788999463849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/mute-for-day.html' title='Mute For A Day.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8876499278246997028</id><published>2008-08-29T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:13:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Just Gotta Say What The Fuck!</title><content type='html'>Look what I found in today's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ladies. Don't get any wrong ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman Strangles Boyfriend With Bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Police in Vietnam have arrested a woman accused of strangling her boyfriend to death with her bra, a police official said Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The 26-year old woman was arrested on Wednesday at her rented house in a small town in Quang Ninh province, 160km east of Hanoi, according to Le Sy Toan, a chief investigator of the town's Police Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The alleged murder took place on Monday. Toan said the 28-year old boyfriend had previously beaten the woman, suspecting she was romantically involved with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"The woman testified she was infuriated with her boyfriend, so she unbuttoned the bra she was wearing to choke him as he was lying on the bed in the rented house," the policeman said. "She said she just wanted to threaten him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condom Lubricant Popular Acne Cure For Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A condom lubricant designed for sex workers and gay men has become popular acne cure among female Cambodians, women in the capital and local media said Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Number One Plus, a water-based lubricant produced by health organisation Population Services International, is an excellent cure for acne, 29-year old vender Tep Kemyoeurn told AFP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"After I used it for three drays, all of my acne dried up and went away," she said. "Many people believe in it," she added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Khen Vanny, 29, from Phnom Penh, told AFP that women of all ages have taken to using the lubricant to get rid of spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"It is very effective. Some people dont believe in it but people who do really get a good result," she said, adding: "My youngest sister and my aunt use it too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Another woman told Khmer-language Kampuchea Thmey newspaper that she had used many kinds of medicine to treat acne but none had worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-8876499278246997028?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8876499278246997028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8876499278246997028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8876499278246997028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8876499278246997028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-you-just-gotta-say-what-fuck.html' title='Sometimes You Just Gotta Say What The Fuck!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9139901731734377328</id><published>2008-08-29T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:38:46.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black, White and Red.</title><content type='html'>I had this dream. It's still circulating in my head. How could so many people, all with different faces, unknown faces - yet, some with familiar faces all appear in not just one dream.. but three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia..you were in it. Tiff, you too. Bel, you kept following Tiff. Even Wen Yi, you were noticeable. Jon you were like the main one in one of my dreams. Benny, Ian, Hean..people are hardly know. Lu See, Aime, Jia Hui, Yazin, Leong - You guys appeared in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened very clearly. The memory of the dreams are still in my head, all clear, like as if I was watching it again as I say it. Alicia.. you came looking for me. I was having an outing with Aime. You took me and Aime into the cinema. No one was there. It was dark, and we walked into a dark corner where the walk seemed endless. I popped into another place. A place I have never seen before. It was another building. The area was massive. We were at ground floor, staring up to the 20th floor through the circular hole in the building. Each floor was packed with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon passed through. And he called me to follow. Aime was gone, Alicia too. He brought me to this fountain located inside the building. The water was shallow, filled with flat stones that could be stepped on with ancient stone heads spitting out water from their mouths. It was scary, and yet beautiful. Tiff and Bel came along with Wen Yi. I chatted with them a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: What're you guys doing here??&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: We got chosen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blank. They walked away. Jon came back and without even knowing what I was doing, I said "I'm in it too." It was weird. I remembered I saw Jia Hui, and I sneaked up behind her...I still wished her happy birthday. Jia Hui, you said you were going to have breakfast at the cafeteria and asked me if I would like to join you. I said yes. We walked through this door, and this time we were outside..but was still surrounded by a whole lot of long shops that never seem to end. And yet, none of the stores were open. Everything was white, the floor, the buildings, everything. Alicia joined us again. We walked for quite sometime. I fell through the floor and the fall seemed endless. I hit rock bottom eventually. Thats when my whole body jerked up and I woke from my sleep. It was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt take me long to fall back asleep. I had the same dream again. I was brought back to before I fell. This time, I walked to the far side instead of the middle. Nothing happened. No fall. We reached the cafeteria. Jon, Benny and the gang were there..eating. Everyone sat at one table. I had no idea what was going on. The place was really bright. Probably because everything was white in colour. The sun was blocked by the roof above our heads. I went for a walk, alone. I could see the sun but the view around me..were just plain white blocks of shops. The sky turned dark really quickly..and it was a mixture of black and red. A lighting flashed through the sky. The sound of the thunder was unbearable. Thats when I woke up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thundering outside. But no rain. My heart was beating really fast, but i went back to sleep since it was thundering and it makes me comfortable sleeping. Don't ask me why, it just does. What came after, was no longer a dream. It was a nightmare. People were running and screaming, thats what I remembered. Its as if the dream continued. I walked against the crowd all coming at me. I dont know, I was walking to the cafeteria. But the crowd passed, and no one was left. The paths seems so different. It was all red and black. Shadows were passing from each corner. It was creepy. I ran. I saw Leong with Yazin, something happened to them. They were standing still, not even a blink. its as if they were dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lu See which was one of the shadows I tried to follow. It was her's. She told me to run and she pulled me by the wrist and started running. The run was endless, but i wasn't feeling a bit tired. Not even a drop of sweat. were on the second floor. I could see plants burning, but everything was a mixture of black and red. I saw a shadow in front, hiding behind an alley. I felt it wasnt right. I stopped, pulled Lu See backwards, and pulled another time on her and she stumbled really far behind me. The last image I saw, was quick and terrifying. As soon as I pulled Lu See behind me, I took a look back to see if Lu See was okay and told her to run. As soon as I turned back to look front, this skull-like beast was locking face to face with me, and in an instant, the huge paw..or just a giant hand with claws..i dont know. I was slash in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. All sweaty. It was 5am. My room was hot. I didnt go back to sleep. My heart was beating surprisingly fast. It took me a while to calm down. I took my shower for more than 30mins. Just standing under the shower head. The water was cold, but it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused though. What was I at that place for?? Was I chosen for something?? Whatever it is..I'm just glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-9139901731734377328?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9139901731734377328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9139901731734377328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9139901731734377328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9139901731734377328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-white-and-red.html' title='Black, White and Red.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5054870429345028534</id><published>2008-08-28T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:42:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pee Ice. Shit Fire</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm back after a couple of weeks. Alot of things happened then, most of you people know already so I'm not gonna go into it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..today was the last day of my assessment two, it was suppose to be yesterday but they included MIB in it so we had to do it today. It was an okay kind of day, you know, highs and lows but overall it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Manggis Hua Ho and I was a little bit depressed. Not because I was emo but something happened. This is the story. So I was just browsing around at those shampoo and products sections with all those perfumes, gels, and all sorts of creams in a bottle and a sales assistant came and ask me if I was looking for something. I told her I was just browsing around. And then she said a mean thing which she didnt realise. She was like "Do you use any facial creams??" And I was like "yeah yeah I do." In my head I was actually cursing her. "Why?? Cause my face isnt as clear as yours?? Cause I got pimples all over my face??" But yeah, bitches..what you gonna do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. Some of ya'll might already know what I'm planning to do. For those who don't, here's my idea. I went into my dungeon[store room] and pulled out my dad's old video camera. Its not really that old, we bought it in 2005 but no one seems to be using it now so I took it, cleaned it, changed a little bit of the stuffs and its working properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma gonna make videos of myself and the people around me. Not interesting stuffs though, just things to pass the time and entertain myself. We could do something fun and interesting if you guys want. Give me ideas and plots. We could make our own video. I'm not sure how long its gonna last but yeah. Its more of a hobby. Im definitely bringing em to field trips too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ramesh at Malay Tuition. Nope Jane, I'm not the one having tuition. Cindy was. He doesnt recognize me no more. I don't blame him though cause I didn't recognize him either. Well, actually I did but I wasn't sure if it were him. He got mustache now! Dayum how fast time flies. The dude that calls me a Chink and me calling him a Nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the main event before I go. I wanna say Happy Birthday to .......... Whats your name again?? RIGHT! Jia Hui =D. Corny..I Know. But who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui! =D &lt;33!! Happy Birthday!! Sorry about us not being able to go out. Blame Alicia! =D&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, we go out next time =D. I'll pray for that 8As you want so much for PMB C=. Remember!! Less than 8As means you have to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, you should be proud. Not many old people still look as pretty as you are XP. Enjoy being 15. I love you! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Aime, I miss you too C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Listen to KL To Beirut by DJ Fuzz.     Malaysian Nation!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-5054870429345028534?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5054870429345028534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5054870429345028534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5054870429345028534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5054870429345028534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-pee-ice-shit-fire.html' title='I Pee Ice. Shit Fire'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8349048640768906494</id><published>2008-08-08T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:54:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Lucky That I'm Around.</title><content type='html'>My unique mind has thought of a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be cool if every exam paper had 100 questions?? Not only that but 100 true/ false questions. Just think, 50 questions with the answer true, and 50 questions with the answer false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets do a little mind spin. For those who are lazy to study for the exams and are "destined" to fail can answer the WHOLE paper either writing it as all true or all false. Just think writing all false would get you 50 right and 50 wrong. That's like 50%. Its good enough for me =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, my today. I slept for a complete 10 hours, it was damn good. Got woken up by Aime. I went for another facial again today. Was fudging painful. After that aime told me to go to the mall with her, and i did. We watched Mummy 3. It wasn't as good as I hoped. There were alot of holes in that movie. I kept poking the mistakes XP. Not much logic either. I'm not saying that the movie was stupid, I'm saying that it could at least be more logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already evening and there's school tomorrow. God I hate school. Its dead to me. Seriously. I'ma gonna find a way to set Shanti on fire. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-8349048640768906494?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8349048640768906494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8349048640768906494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8349048640768906494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8349048640768906494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-so-lucky-that-im-around.html' title='You&apos;re So Lucky That I&apos;m Around.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9023369804862144913</id><published>2008-08-07T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:32:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Life, Each Of Us Have A Role To Play</title><content type='html'>Its that time again. A dude asked me to name my top 20 friends and why. After alot of thinking and crossing outs. I finally have my top 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alicia - For Everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. Audrey - For the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm gonna go with...Ruth - Probably for the hugs and weird talks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Joel - The retardation.&lt;br /&gt;5. Arif - The Gatalness.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maria - Care.&lt;br /&gt;7. Jaybee probably - For the wacky talks.&lt;br /&gt;8. Aime - She's the best when it comes to conversations and musics.&lt;br /&gt;9. Rahat - For being my negro amigo.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mary Jane - For the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;11. Senussi - For his...idiocracy.&lt;br /&gt;12. Khairi - He has to be here.&lt;br /&gt;13. Nizam - Talks about sports and others.&lt;br /&gt;14. Joey!!! - When I need to do some chinese talkings.&lt;br /&gt;15. Cynthia - Her telling stories in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;16. Jazzreen!! &lt;33 - For her love.&lt;br /&gt;17. Dayat - For his weirdness in everything&lt;br /&gt;18.  Haziq - The sneaks he and dayat does that makes everything funny.&lt;br /&gt;19. Hafiz - For his guitar playing skills and his "ability" to do silent communication.&lt;br /&gt;20. Ivan - Cause he makes me feel like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget anyone?? Sorry if you're not in it. Its not that I dont consider you in it, its just that I cant think of anyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-9023369804862144913?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9023369804862144913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9023369804862144913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9023369804862144913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9023369804862144913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-life-each-of-us-have-role-to-play.html' title='In Life, Each Of Us Have A Role To Play'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6543629177678347161</id><published>2008-08-05T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:37:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Such Thing As Love In My Dictionary.</title><content type='html'>Its the second day in a row. It's 2am. The soft murmurs of the many episodes of Scrubs that I placed on my list are still playing. It had become a nuisance to my sleep. But that was just a minor gap of my problems. At the back of my head, you're images kept flashing - the different expressions you made during different occasions with multiple distant backgrounds. Have you not notice my burning desire for you or have you noticed, but just pretended that you hadn't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fantasize about saving you from people who tried to hurt you. I tried giving everything I've got. Was it enough to suffice?? To adapt the different response from you, was it worth the pain, was it worth the time, was it worth anything at all?? Even so, I cannot shake of the images in my head. Is it only me that see the beauty within you?? The beauty that isn't just physical. The beauty found in the things you do, and the people that you took care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its coming to 3, I hear noises behind the walls. My neighbours are arguing again. It's keeping me alert. An argument, whats it like when its between you and I?? we hadn't had one before. Its been a while since I met you. Its been a long time. The feeling stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have everything been different, If you never existed?? Would I gain freedom if you were never in my life?? But then, freedom is a word to define a life that no longer has anything to lose. Even so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you were never in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I'd find you.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you never notice my existence,&lt;br /&gt;I'd notice yours.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you never existed,&lt;br /&gt;I'd invent you into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I was born to be, you are who I'm born to be with. Everything will fall into place. All we need, is a little hope and a little thing called destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-6543629177678347161?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6543629177678347161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6543629177678347161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6543629177678347161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6543629177678347161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-no-such-thing-as-love-in-my.html' title='There&apos;s No Such Thing As Love In My Dictionary.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5238022338257509101</id><published>2008-08-04T21:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:13:08.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause To Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna show you a glimpse of what type of gadgets we're gonna have in the future. Note that some are already sold in stores. I've seen them here already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCy9sQx-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/N1W_YmfUjiA/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCy9sQx-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/N1W_YmfUjiA/s400/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652566791047138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCy1HXt_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1zPSbVgVO2M/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCy1HXt_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1zPSbVgVO2M/s400/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652564488828914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sprout Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzLAAJaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R3R2b_ru9G0/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzLAAJaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R3R2b_ru9G0/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652570363504034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzBs2X5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bO9wsw3egv4/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzBs2X5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bO9wsw3egv4/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652567867252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iPod Detachable Speakers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzDfXaDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3wHJBPEwxZY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcCzDfXaDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3wHJBPEwxZY/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652568347568178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDaaCuUVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qTYGXbaLZuQ/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDaaCuUVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qTYGXbaLZuQ/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653244416348498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDaUgsjaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s9yBghN0X14/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDaUgsjaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s9yBghN0X14/s400/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653242931449250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Chair/ Mat/ Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDacC4J9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kbzPe5sj16M/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDacC4J9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kbzPe5sj16M/s400/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653244953864146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDanHkFWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xPpnSXX2oBI/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDanHkFWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xPpnSXX2oBI/s400/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653247926310242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDap5c7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jq_japP82_M/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcDap5c7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jq_japP82_M/s400/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653248672427170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Laptops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEI6D0OvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gZfO-B8T6h8/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEI6D0OvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gZfO-B8T6h8/s400/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654043284847346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEI6cN0MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U_qqljzva8g/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEI6cN0MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U_qqljzva8g/s400/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654043387187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shoe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJNPHonI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GkMkW03VPrM/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJNPHonI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GkMkW03VPrM/s400/image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654048432530034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJKwc0aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9CwLT6jazmw/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJKwc0aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9CwLT6jazmw/s400/image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654047767024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJA1Zn3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8cuD7M_wLY/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcEJA1Zn3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/v8cuD7M_wLY/s400/image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654045103431538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SJcE2HIbHyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NnFz6LPzfSI/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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If you did, you'll know by now how sweet this song really is and its still one of the sweetest and most romantic song I've ever heard. This song has been with he since form 1, and I'm still crazy for it. Here are the lyrics too. Just to let you know how sweet this song is C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By My Side - Deestylistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[INTRO:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I Like this song right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[VERSE 1:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby you know I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Need to say I wanna hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kiss you because I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I never mean to diss you or trick you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You know I'm loving this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Because you'll always be my boo.(Mmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You hold my hand and keep me safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Never let our lives go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I look into your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Loving the way your lips taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At night I do a 360 because I think of you missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And sometimes I know you hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But we always end up kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tell me can this really be a girl fallen for a G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Caught up mashing in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hustle a sack to make some cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's funny my honey, how 3 words could change this man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Took me from mashing with my boys to learning things to be a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How you lift my head up put a smile upon my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Keep me coming right back with your warm embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm feeling safe babygirl when you touch me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You lay your head upon my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now let me bring it right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm your lady and you're my man (I'm your man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll do everything I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just to, keep you in my arms all night (all night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy, I need you by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause uh, ever since we first locked eyes.(Locked eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visioning all the dreams inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Makes me sit around and realize (realize)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy you're love is just so right (so right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[GIRL VERSE:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I be yo' lady and you be my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Holding hands under the stars at night your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hold around my waist so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It feels so right when you look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sparkles like the stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You'll always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Is all a girl could wish for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Filled with millions of kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The only one I adore, to have and to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Till I grow gray and old, and as you're wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be by your side for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm your lady and you're my man (I'm your man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll do everything I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just to, keep you in my arms all night (all night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy, I need you by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause uh, ever since we first locked eyes.(Locked eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visioning all the dreams inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Makes me sit around and realize (realize)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy you're love is just so right (so right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[VERSE 2:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I'm walking to my girl's house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just to go chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I cut a couple flowers that was sitting on the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I checked out my breathe hoping that it's minty fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So She opened up the door she was wearing a fine dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I said to her, "Girl, you was looking so fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I couldn't even believe that she was mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My girl to start with, and hopefully end with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She got that walk like she was, gliding so swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then that day, I thought to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"What if I made a fool of myself?" but I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"oh well" cause she's my girl and she's in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She more prettier than diamonds and pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You know when I'm with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm the happiest as can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause I'm so loved whenever you're around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Between you and me, our love's so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You ain't never leaving me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause I can't breathe without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm thanking the lord for the blessing he gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He created the eye for me to stare deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Her hair so soft and flowing freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The sillouette of her body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Moving so beautifully it's like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I don't want it to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm loving the way she moves and the way she sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm showing her my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She's my blessing from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm your lady and you're my man (I'm your man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll do everything I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just to, keep you in my arms all night (all night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy, I need you by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause uh, ever since we first locked eyes.(Locked eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visioning all the dreams inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Makes me sit around and realize (realize)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy you're love is just so right (so right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4641103649920361626?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4641103649920361626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4641103649920361626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4641103649920361626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4641103649920361626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you-alot.html' title='I Miss You, Alot.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6396997731038005468</id><published>2008-07-27T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:15:17.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Foolish To Learn, Clever To Experience.</title><content type='html'>Before I start anything, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY!! =D &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about the thing i said yesterday. The stupid thing that I did. Well this was what happened. I left the mall at 7pm for Unitek. My mom's friend [We call her Auntie Ann] invited us to join her for dinner along with my aunt and cousins. We ate at Thiam Hock which was located next to Unitek.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was talking and gossiping and I got really bored just sitting there. I msged Jaybee but she got no credit. I msged Mar but she was tired so yeah. I just sat there listening in like a busybody. I went to Unitek and watched wrestling for at least half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing was that, when we all got out of the restaurant at about 9pm, Auntie Ann wanted to drink some coffee, so we went back in an sat down =.=". I went to the mall again, this time alone. Watched those young workers going off work and gaining there happiness back by having a game of basketball competition in the Arcade. My dad called and I went down to where the police post is. He was waiting for me there and when I finally got to him he told me that they all went to Auntie Ann's hotel room at centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Ann used to live in Brunei. But she already migrated to KK. She's the one I told you who has the bigass house located next to the sea. She came for a visit so yeah. We went into her room and there my parents and aunt were talking again. I looked around, my cousins were falling asleep, Cindy dead on the bed, Mandy watching tv and the rest of the grown ups were chatting. What I did was, i went out of the room and started exlporing the whole 3rd floor. After that, i decided to take a little risk. I ran doorbells of other rooms and I ran to hide myself. I rang about 5 doorbells yo!! I hid in the cleaner's closet, the emergency exits and also the side of the elevators XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored after that. I decided to take a little fresh air and sat outside the hotel. It was nice. The wind was blowing gently and there were still alot of cars, I wanted to get a drink too but it was already 11 something. My family came down around 11.30pm and we headed home. I was sleepy that time. I got home around 12am and wrote the previous post. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheee~ I got the idea from seperation random stories from Jaybee. XP. So my today, woke up at around 9am. Fucking early I know. But there wasnt any electricity. I realised that I reply too much on electricity. I was cool at first, cause i still got my laptop battery. But fuck! one of my external was with Leong, the other with Joel and all I'm left with was Big Mama[My Huge External] and guess what?? It needs electricity to run because its huge! Shit! I got nothing to watch or do. Kitchen time! Nothing to cook =C. I took a shower..in the dark. DONT WORRY!! im clean =D. Got change and thought we were gonna go out but Mandy fell asleep on the couch in the living room. She's sick so yeah, we let her sleep. It was a hot day. From i took those fans that I own and started fanning mandy, she was sweating. I sat there fanning her for more than an hour until the electricity came back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back around 12pm. As soon as it came back on, I fell asleep on my bed XD. Woke up around 3pm. The first thing I did was swear. I mean fuck man, I wasted most of my sunday already! I couldnt care less about my MIB project, but then i came across this beatiful picture that relates to MIB. So for the sake of showing off that picture, I did my project. I didnt print it though, cause I didnt know how to. Not that I dont know how to print, its that, the way i want it to be printed is very complicated. So yeah. Gonna check out how others are doing it and get some of their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn its Monday again. Glad that July is ending. Heading into the month of August. Gonna be a good month. I just know it. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6396997731038005468?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6396997731038005468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6396997731038005468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6396997731038005468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6396997731038005468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-foolish-to-learn-clever-to.html' title='It Is Foolish To Learn, Clever To Experience.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1910475152670905420</id><published>2008-07-27T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:52:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Jane Cheong Wei Li!! Happy Birthday!! =D</title><content type='html'>Today must be one of the most memorable day of my life. Not because of school. Its what happened AFTER school. Audrey was celebrating her birthday in the mall and to be honest, I wasn't really that eager to go, but I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jaybee after school that i'll go if she goes to suffer with me. She agreed so yeah we plan to meet in the mall at around 2pm. I got there and as soon as I walked through that main door, I saw Jaybee coming down the escalator. I accompanied her a lil bit cause she said she wanted to find Chelsea. But to no avail, she was not to be found. So we went up to the foodcourt. Jaybee warned me that my eyes would hurt when I see Audrey. I was confused but yeah, I got what she meant when I saw Audrey. Sparkly ehh Audrey?? =P. The weird thing was, she looked good in that outfit. Honestly. I saw Brendon, Sar, Siew, JR, Audrey and two more people that i dont know there eating already. So I joined in beside Brendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks came after a few minutes. She was all quiet beside Jaybee, but yeah, I talked to her abit and soon Jaybe, Yikes![Thats what I keep hearing XD] and I were in a group just talking craps. We cleaned up the table after we were done eting at the foodcourt, we had to since we brought the food there ourselves and it wasnt right to just leave it there. We went into the arcade, Barry and Audrey were playing that dance machine and Eddie Choo! XD came along. I didn't know who he was but people were hugging him, so I hugged him too XD. It was awkward but yeah we became friends XP. After that was done, since Eddie was till wearing his PDS uniform, one of the worker in the arcade told him that school uniforms are not allow inside the arcade, so we all went out of the arcade with Eddie. Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea came! I was so fucking blur. I swear to you. There were screamings everywhere. Jaybee hugged Chels, Chels hugged Yikes! and on and on the screaming went. I asked Audrey if I should join in. She said I should XD. Awkward, but the meeting was never nervous nor awkward. It was fucking funny and crazy. All of us head to the cineplex cause Audrey they all wanted to watch a movie. The awkward thing was, I found myself making a circle with Jaybee, Chels, Yikes! and Eddie. Kiently kept cutting through the circle and Chels got annoyed XP. The weird thing was it started out a big circle and it got smaller and smaller until we were like so damn close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy. We kept laughing over silly random things. So Chels and Eddie were hungry, so they went for Singapore chicken rice while we watch them eat XP. They were fighting over the soup which was weird and I remembered at one point we were talking about Eddie's nipples. XD. Again, random. I played with Eddie's specs while he was eating and kept commeting on how Chelsea eats. "Chew from left to right!" XD. It was fun. Yikes! took my jacket, I bet you liked it didnt you?? =P. Chelsea's malay was...not bad at all XP. She's practicing for her Malay Orals and there was this advetisement board for a movie called "Susuk". She thought it meant 'Milk' XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jaybee, Eddie and I were waiting for Chels and Yikes!. They were in the toilet, or so we thought. We chatted about underwears and boxers XD. Then it was quite some time and Chels and Yikes! werent out yet. So we decided to head into the toilet. Saw Jacin on the way there. Eddie almost went into the girl's toilet O.O". People were looking yo! We roamed around the mall looking for those two and we found then eventually, all of us went to get Audrey presents. Chels and Yikes! wanted to. Audrey and the gang were in Swensens, eating again =.=". Pigs~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice hanging out with those PDS studs. They changed the way I look at PDS now =D. And I thought Jaybee was fun but no offense Jaybee, you're friends are much cooler XD. Yikes! kept saying that she's fat. But she's not fat, forget what I said =P. Bottom line, you aint fat. C=. Sadly everything had to end, it was movie time so I had to go in and I had to leave Chels, Jaybee and Yikes! We watched Dark Knight. I watched it twice and shit, I realised I missed alot of the stories! Now I get the movie XD. Gave Jaybee a hug, before I went in. I gave one to Yikes! too, Chels said that she don't do hugs. So I gave her a hi5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and I went in late cause we took pictures with the three girls. Eddie was already in =.=". I sat beside Audrey throughout the whole movie, she took my jacket home cause I had to go and she had to go pee pee really really badly. XP. But yeah, I had an awesome day. Havent met new people in ages. I'm glad that those who came were there and those who didn't, weren't there. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. Guess thats all from me, I actually have a story to tell you. Its about what happened after the movie when I left, I was fucking annoyed that I did something stupid XP. No no its not commiting suicide, people should stop saying that =.=". Its something hilarious but not today. I'm quite worn out. So yeah. Thanks Audrey and Happy Birthday =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1910475152670905420?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1910475152670905420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1910475152670905420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1910475152670905420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1910475152670905420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/audrey-jane-cheong-wei-li-happy.html' title='Audrey Jane Cheong Wei Li!! Happy Birthday!! =D'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7454984858966229081</id><published>2008-07-22T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:51:13.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Tired Of Fighting.</title><content type='html'>I wake up every morning, believing that everything happens for a reason. But the bad thing about believing that everything happens for a reason is that, it hurts so much more, when they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7454984858966229081?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7454984858966229081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7454984858966229081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7454984858966229081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7454984858966229081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-just-tired-of-fighting.html' title='I&apos;m Just Tired Of Fighting.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5595959954209818001</id><published>2008-07-20T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:43:40.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Oh Jane. There's No Shame In Saying Your Name.</title><content type='html'>Fine. You people and your silly tags. I'll tag along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things That I Love About Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - The Life&lt;br /&gt;2 - The People In The Life&lt;br /&gt;3 - The People Not In The Life.&lt;br /&gt;4 - People Who Wish They Were In The Life.&lt;br /&gt;5 - People In The Life But Wish They Weren't.&lt;br /&gt;6 - People Came Into The Life But Are Forced To Die For The Sake Of Something.&lt;br /&gt;7 - The Life That Died But Came Back To Life After Some Lame-o Crap.&lt;br /&gt;8 - The People That Thinks Their Lives Are Not Worth Living.&lt;br /&gt;9 - The Bitches And Bastards Who Got What They Deserve.&lt;br /&gt;10 - The 9 Things I Love About Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?? Fine. I'll give you the real 10. I'll do it in descending order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Having Tons and Tons Of Movies And Tv Series Being Downloaded Every Single Day.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Being Able To Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Being Able To Mess With Alicia's, Jia Hui's, Lu See's, Melvin's, Harry's, Jasmine's, Audrey's           And Ruth's Head Even Though They Know Me Since Forever.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Rains And The Comfort It Gives.&lt;br /&gt;6 - The Creation Of One Piece.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Definitely Musics.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Spending Time With My Awesome Friends Practically Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Being Able To Cook and Eat Different Kinds Of Food.&lt;br /&gt;2 - The Insults, Criticism And Sarcasm That I Dish Out To People.&lt;br /&gt;1 - You Guessed it, Jessica Alba!! [Not You Jane. =P. And No Mary Jane, Its not you either, You're around 2.5 being number 2 =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybee, You're wrong. It ain't gonna be funny. I don't joke about the things I love. [Note: This does not apply to the people named on number 8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag people?? Aight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui.&lt;br /&gt;Lu See.&lt;br /&gt;Arif.&lt;br /&gt;Khairi.&lt;br /&gt;Amal.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-5595959954209818001?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5595959954209818001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5595959954209818001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5595959954209818001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5595959954209818001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/jane-oh-jane-theres-no-shame-in-saying.html' title='Jane Oh Jane. There&apos;s No Shame In Saying Your Name.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6197628506755402430</id><published>2008-07-17T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:57:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Means More.</title><content type='html'>A camel and an elephant met, and the elephant asked: "Why do you have your tits on your back?"&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt; The camel responded: "What a silly question from someone who has a dick on his face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Son: &lt;/i&gt;Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to give up my seat to a lady.&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom: &lt;/i&gt;You have done the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Son:&lt;/i&gt; But I was sitting on daddy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Answering Machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi. This is John:              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;If you are the phone company, I already sent the money.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              If you are my parents, please send money.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              If you are my financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough                money.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              If you are my friends, you owe me money.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              If you are a female, don't worry, I have plenty of money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-6197628506755402430?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6197628506755402430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6197628506755402430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6197628506755402430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6197628506755402430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-means-more.html' title='Four Means More.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5003898043160496911</id><published>2008-07-17T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:21:00.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three In A Row.</title><content type='html'>Women are unpredictable. Before marriage, she expects a man,                  after marriage she suspects him, and after death she respects                  him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who told his woman that he loved her so much                  that he would go through hell for her. They got married - and now                  he is going through hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be                  sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to tell if a man is married or not. Just watch him                  drive a car with a woman sitting beside him. If both his hands                  are on the wheel, you can be sure he is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;              When she is 18 - she is a football, 22 men going after her.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              When she is 28 - she is a hockey ball, 8 men going after her.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              When she is 38 - she is a golf ball, 1 man hitting her.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              When she is 48 - she is a ping pong ball, 2 men pushing to each other.&lt;/p&gt;A man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 20 - A man is like a coconut, so much to offer, so little to                  give.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;              At 30 - He is like a durian, dangerous but delicious.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              At 40 - He is like a watermelon, big, round &amp;amp; juicy.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              At 50 - He is like a mandarin orange, the season comes once in a                year.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              At 60 - He is just like a raisin, dried out, wrinkled &amp;amp; cheap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;              In the beginning, God created earth and rested.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              Then God created man and rested.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              Then God created woman.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;              Since then, neither God nor man has rested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-5003898043160496911?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5003898043160496911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5003898043160496911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5003898043160496911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5003898043160496911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-in-row.html' title='Three In A Row.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3385458886162960281</id><published>2008-07-17T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:59:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beat-Box In A Dark Cave.</title><content type='html'>Some interesting facts you should know about. C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A crocodile can't stick it's tongue out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A shrimp's heart is in it's head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when                    you sneeze,your heart stops for a mili-second.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In a study of 200,000 ostriches over a period of 80 years, no                    one reported a single case where an ostrich buried its head in the                    sand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received                    a telephone call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rats and horses can't vomit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel                    in your head or neck and die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you keep your eyes open by force when you sneeze, you might                    pop an eyeball out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have                    over a million descendants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria                    in your ear by 700 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating                    are already married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting                    on them and photocopying their butts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In the course of an average lifetime you will, while sleeping,                    eat 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Over 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A crocodile can't move its tongue and cannot chew.                   Its digestive juices are so strong that it can digest a steel nail. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money notes are not made from paper, they are made mostly from a special blend of cotton and linen. In 1932, when a shortage of cash occurred in Tenino, Washington, USA, notes were made out of wood for a brief period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person can live without food for about a month, but only about a week without water.&lt;br /&gt;                 If the amount of water in your body is reduced by just 1%, you'll feel thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                   If it's reduced by 10%, you'll die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-3385458886162960281?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3385458886162960281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3385458886162960281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3385458886162960281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3385458886162960281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-impossible-to-lick-your-elbow.html' title='A Beat-Box In A Dark Cave.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2574617983589886180</id><published>2008-07-17T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:50:27.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Sucker For Blondes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with the                most romantic first line but least romantic second line:&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss&lt;br /&gt;              but I only slept with you, because I was pissed&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;              Until, that is, I met your brother&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;              But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's                empty and so is your head.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; Of loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;              If only you could hide your face&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; Kind, intelligent, loving and hot&lt;br /&gt;              This describes everything that you are not&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;              But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; I love your smile, your face, and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;              Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;              Marrying you screwed up my entire life&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; I see your face when I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;              That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; My love, you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;              What have you stepped in to smell this way&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; My feelings for you no words can tell&lt;br /&gt;              Except for maybe "go to hell"&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;              Two parts vodka, one part lime &lt;/p&gt;                                                                   &lt;!-- #EndEditable --&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-2574617983589886180?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2574617983589886180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2574617983589886180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2574617983589886180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2574617983589886180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sucker-for-blondes.html' title='I&apos;m A Sucker For Blondes.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6784650653235057195</id><published>2008-07-15T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:55:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Died 23 Times.</title><content type='html'>Retards of Form 4 are back to mock and unleash hell to the teachers. It was a good day today, I knew it the first moment I woke up. How?? Easy, I overslept, which means 12 extra minutes of nap time. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream ever! The whole night I dreamt about a pathway into the gates of heaven and when I finally reached there, I saw a friend of mine, Hakeem. I went up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Why are you here??&lt;br /&gt;Hakeem: I donno, my friend sana.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Ha!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up after that XP. I seriously need help in purifying my mind. It's been corrupted for ages, it might stay permanent if I dont do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight school time. I miss Mary Jane =C. Been a while since I last talked to her =C. So the start of school, another sign of a good day, first period MIB was a free period and we just sat and talked. Physics was okay sitting around talking to Mar, Niks, Jas, and Joel, you know, the usual group. Biology was stupid. Joel's version of 'Vigorous Muscle Contraction' was...well, hornyfying. XP. Loads of questions floating around in my head for Bio, but I didn't have the guts to ask them, quite horny la the questions. And guess what?? The next chapter is Excretion. Gonna be friggin retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break Time I spent most of it....everywhere. I'm a nomad. I move from place to place. Hung out with Nizam and Rahat, after that Arif, then with Joel, then with Cynthia's group, then with Joey and after that with Jaybee and Ruth. Audrey was absent today. Lucky bastard. After break was the arrival of Satan's Number One Favourite, Black Bitch Victoria. It was boooooring. But something amazing happened. I was bored and guess what?? I created another language O.O". I showed it to Niks and she said it was cool. Then Maria and Jas saw it too. It can be like a secret code! I'll show it to you guys next time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the last 2 periods were POA. Teacher Apiza wasnt here so we had free periods. I went roaming around with Olivia of Form 5 and we had our arms around each other like we were attached together. XP. School ended with jokes flying everywhere with JM, Joel, Jaybee, Olivia, Ruth and I. It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to write no more. The thoughts of Jane are filling up my mind =D. I Love You C=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6784650653235057195?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6784650653235057195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6784650653235057195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6784650653235057195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6784650653235057195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-died-23-times.html' title='I Died 23 Times.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-482069975960284062</id><published>2008-07-10T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:42:16.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynasty - Samurai Alliance 1.</title><content type='html'>AHH FUCK IT!! I am addicted to Warriors Orochi!! Not the game actually. The fucking amazing soundtrack!! They're not like ordinary soundtracks that you hear in games. Theirs are mostly technos that have the most amazing beat ever!! I couldnt find any links to download the soundtracks!! I feel like carrying my game everywhere I go just for the music!! Its fucking awesome!! I need it soooo badly!! If anyone ever gave me the soundtracks, I swear on my life that I would never insult, hurt, critisize, attack, rape, kill, murder, humiliate, discriminate, torture, backstab, frontstab, sidestab, kick, punch, chokeslam, powerbomb, tombstone, poke, sue, make fun of, joke of or anything that would break your spirit or your heart. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-482069975960284062?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/482069975960284062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=482069975960284062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/482069975960284062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/482069975960284062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/dynasty-samurai-alliance-1.html' title='Dynasty - Samurai Alliance 1.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5237240063618077778</id><published>2008-07-07T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:30:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Home. That's All I Need To Know.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how to begin my blog. Let me start off with the first minute of 7th July 2oo8. It was exactly 12am Midnight. I was watching South Park. But before that, I had a chat with Audrey. She told me to go to bed, actually she didn't tell me to, she forced me to. I hate being her bitch. =.=" But I'll have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asleep till 5.30am. Woke up and straight away open up my balcony door to get some fresh air. Telling myself the same thing everyday, today's gonna be a good day. And it was =D, finally in almost 2 weeks, I had a good day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before school starts, I copied my D.Maths and A.Maths homework from Jasmine and lied to teacher later saying that I did it on my own. =P. Then the most awesome-est thing happened. I'm sure all of you know right?? Audrey's back!! =D. My master is back =D. She came back from KK!! =D. I thought she went up to that place in the sky. With those puffy clouds and all those people. I thought I was never gonna see her again. =C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI. The place with the puffy clouds, I meant Mount Kinabalu. If You guys think it was heaven, well, fuck you! My day started to get better after that =D. Free period for MIB cause we had no idea where our teacher was. Physics was okay. A lil bit wacky. Bio was cool, i learn the word angina =D. Sounded like Vagina XP. I'm not a pervert. I spent my break with Audrey, Jay Bee, Ruth and Olivia. My future..hmm..Exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was fucked up boring as usual but Jazzreen managed to make it one hell of a day by ending POA with a bang XP. We went crazy for the whole maths and POA period. Thanks Jazz =D, I havent eating your candy yet. Its huge!! I need time to eat, maybe on a lazy day =D. Thanks Drey for that souvenir =D. I'm trying to having it on my phone but I'm still looking for a string to tie it up in. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's back and it just fixed so many things in my life =D. My two "attempts" were stupid. And I'm sorry to cause you to worry. But you managed to turn it around. You went all Dr. Phil on me which was cool. It was the first time someone did that O.O".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. I'm gonna end my post by saying this. It's something that I just learnt today. The different thinkings between a Rich Dad and a Poor Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dad - Study hard so that you can find a good company to work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Dad - Study hard so that you can  find a good company to buy over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dad - Save the money you earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Dad - Invest the money you earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dad - Dont take risk with your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Dad - Life is about taking risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Dad - I have to be rich because I have you kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dad - I'm not rich because I have you kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-5237240063618077778?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5237240063618077778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5237240063618077778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5237240063618077778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5237240063618077778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-home-thats-all-i-need-to-know.html' title='You&apos;re Home. That&apos;s All I Need To Know.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6253557276081838395</id><published>2008-07-06T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:26:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Me In 45.</title><content type='html'>I was close to death today. My life was shortened by a year after what I had experienced. I sat in my sister's car! It was her 2nd time driving if I had not mistaken. Scared the shit out of me. To hell with those fast rides in a theme park, those aint scary. This is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pantai Muara Beach today. Pantai Muara is the name of the place and its a beach okay?? So stop saying Pantai and Beach are the same. I'm not that sucky in Malay. I layed on the beach for almost an hour I think. I dont really know. I dozed off. It was nice spending time by myself. I totally forgot about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have this craving for really hot and spicy chips. Don't know why, I think the reason is cause my uncle gave me some Pattaya Chips from Thailand which were dried up chillis that were fried. Those chips are like bombs once they enter your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tons of homeworks to do. But i prefer doing nothing. Now read this carefully cause you might not get what I'm trying to convey here. I prefer doing nothing than to do homeworks. Because NOTHING is more important than homeworks C=. Get what I mean?? If you don't, you not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting dejavu these days. Don't know why. I think I'm turning psychic =D. Cause there are some things that I can predict. Like I know that Victoria aint gonna be happy tomorrow and also Jasmine is gonna be insulted by me. It's just something predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I still have doubts about what I wanna do when I grow up. I don't wanna be those guinea pigs, stuck in their offices day after day after day doing the same thing over and over again. I wanna go on an adventure you know, seeing different things, learning different facts about life. I think some of my classmates already have their careers set for them. Like Hafiz, you know he's gonna be an athelete. Joel's gonna be a lawyer, I think. If he's good, I want him to be my lawyer. XP. Who else?? I know Jasmine is gonna be a whore. Dayat is gonna be like the creator of another porno company that would beat Girls Gone Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else?? Heard about the field trip to Pantai Muara on the 28th, don't know if its gonna be on or not. Hope it is, cause there's like a futsal field there. Miss playing football with the malay gang. I felt like Park Ji-Sung when he was in Manchester United XP. All Europeans with him as the only Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sell my life on EBay man. A dude sold his for a few million. He introduced the highest bidder to his friends, the dude took his house too, his car, his job, basically his whole life. The dude who sold his life gets to start anew. Its amazing what you can sell these days. A guy sold his soul too XD. The winner of the bid wont gain control of the man but he has a deed stating that the soul of that man is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sell anything in the world, it be my heart. Not as in the actual thing. But yeah, hoping someone would buy it =D. You can buy it if you want =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6253557276081838395?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6253557276081838395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6253557276081838395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6253557276081838395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6253557276081838395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/07/fix-me-in-45.html' title='Fix Me In 45.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5672304299351882578</id><published>2008-06-26T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:37:02.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Chairs and Falling Masks.</title><content type='html'>Germany beat Turkey!! Turkey put up a great fight but it was Germany's final minute goal from Phillip Lahm that matters. Turkey played a better game than Germany. They deserve some credit from all their hard work and their never-say-die attitude. Turkey put on a pretty performance but it was Germany who got the ugly win. Although Germany's win was kinda like a cheap shot, they still got the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2B6MZX8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Abf2HUR5XLg/s1600-h/8282430_36_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2B6MZX8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Abf2HUR5XLg/s400/8282430_36_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216142568598364098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than half a million people packed the streets of Berlin to watch the match between Germany and Turkey.[That's more than the population of Brunei!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2Cd5Es6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/S8fA9eotwTg/s1600-h/8264404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2Cd5Es6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/S8fA9eotwTg/s400/8264404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216142578180993954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys, for those of you who watch football. Guess which footballer's wife she is. If you're a dumbass, I'll give you a clue, her boyfriend's in the German squad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll tell you whose girlfriend that is later. She's really pretty huh?? Her name's Sarah Brandner by the way C=. So, I woke up around 8 today. Went number one in the toilet then drank two glasses of water then Poom! I dropped back into bed and fell asleep. I woke up the second time around 12 noon. My mom brought me for a hair cut around 1. Then came back home, did a little of this and a little of that. Owhh by the by, Mary Jane....I'm still waiting! &gt;=C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I realised something. You can never erase the fighting and yelling in a family, a term popularly known as Sibling Rivalry. No matter how old you are, you'll still get into a fight with your brother or sister. My dad did tonight with my uncle. XD. We were making dinner and my uncle saw what I was cooking and went like "Why cook so much?? Later we can't finish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Only you say nia la. Later not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Later cannot finish throw away very sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: If cannot finish then leave it there lo, since later Andy watch football can eat while watching lo.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Ala ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, the whole table was eaten clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Nah you see, too much too much my ass. Not enough to eat ahh, not even full yet, only ngam ngam nia.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: You eat so much later you fat again.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: At least I can got exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad went on imitating my uncle in a murmuring way "Too much too much later cannot finish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny man XP. I think I grew fatter =S. I don't know, its either my cheeks are getting larger or my eyes are getting smaller. If my eyes get any smaller you can blindfold me with a shoe string. They're like friggin small! Owhh well it's what chinese have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Spain beats Russia tonight. I seriously hate that Russian coach. I wanna see him suffer. My prediction for last night's match was Germany 3 - 0 Turkey. At least I got the 3 right XP. So tonight I'm going for Spain 2 - 1 Russia. Owhh and guess what?? More than 10,000 people are participating in this trend thing where by if Spain wins the Euro Championship, they're all gonna shave their heads bald. And the number of people participating is growing by the hour. So yeah if Spain wins, we gonna see loads of Mr.Sims in Spain. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2CFCmhsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rAoLGQ_gHXc/s1600-h/8225712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2CFCmhsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rAoLGQ_gHXc/s400/8225712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216142571510073026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Brandner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who is the lucky man?? Well, her boyfriend wears the number 7 German Jersey, the dude with the yellow hair. Man of the match against Portugal and scored a goal against Turkey. He is non other than Bastian Schweinsteiger. Rumours say he's going to Chelsea, he's gonna dominate the English Premier League if the rumours are true. =S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4372969186909743429-5672304299351882578?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5672304299351882578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5672304299351882578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5672304299351882578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5672304299351882578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/rocking-chairs-and-falling-masks.html' title='Rocking Chairs and Falling Masks.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SGN2B6MZX8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Abf2HUR5XLg/s72-c/8282430_36_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7492481570268234377</id><published>2008-06-25T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:59:23.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Andy is way better than being a Mary Jane.</title><content type='html'>Today seemed like on of those good days, but then it happened. I lost all three maths papers. I don't really care about it that much. Probably a few stares from the black bitch and some nagging. I'm just too lazy to go and look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third day at home today. Can't really go out with a hideous face can I?? Did my usual stuffs, download, download, music, download, chat, chat, download. Going down to Miri this Friday. Good thing there aint any football matches by then. I'm supporting Germany tonight. Got my new Germany jersey. Turkey better suck tonight. I'm tired of watching those assholes win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, chatted a hella lot with JB today. For those who is going "Huh?? Who the fuck is JB??" well, JB = Ells. What does JB stand for?? You don't have to know. Seeing the way I chatted with her, I realised something. I've been using the word man alot when I chat with people =.=". I wonder where I got it from. And I started using yo too. Must be from some movie, I cant really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good, my 27 dresses download is done =D. Damn guys, you have got to try this pack of chips. They're called Thins, the most delicious chips I have ever tasted. Sadly, they're only sold in Australia =C. My sister Wendy brought it home from Australia. She brought 10 packets of them. The packet are like the size of those Lays chips. But they cost less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Australia, a funny thing happened. Did you know, when Wendy got back from Australia, she lost her bag?? We had to wait for the next day to get it. And guess where the bag went?? It went to England man!! England!! I've never been to England, but the bag did =.=. And what's even funnier is that the bag came with my cousin who just came back from England. They were on the same flight XD. What a small world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something funny I read in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women treat men like food. Important at first, shitty in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh humans, you can never terminate the competition between a guy and a girl can you?? There's no definite winner, and its fucking gay to go "Deep down, everyone is a winner". I bet the dude who came up with that never won anything. He just came up with some piece of shit as an excuse for losing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of story from an episode in South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter is a 'special' kid. He has testicles growing out from his chin. And people were laughing at him. He was soon picked up by other 'special' people and together they formed a union and went on strike so that they would be treated equally like other people. The strike went on for a while, but then Butter got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter: I don't think this is such a good idea. I'm going home. My parents must be worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader of the strike: Don't go. We need you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter: But everyone is laughing when they see my testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader of the strike : That is why you have to stick with us. We dont see the testicle on your chin, we see the testicle, in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God that made me crack up like crazy. God bless South Park, although the writers are complete retards, they made a world a much retarded place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7492481570268234377?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7492481570268234377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7492481570268234377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7492481570268234377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7492481570268234377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-andy-is-way-better-than-being.html' title='Being an Andy is way better than being a Mary Jane.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4977665880746663477</id><published>2008-06-23T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:53:55.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Is Just A China Shop.</title><content type='html'>So...Audrey's in Kota Kinabalu enjoying herself. My two sisters, Cindy and Wendy, koko[brother], my cousin and aunt are all in Singapore enjoying the church wedding that I really wanna go to. Joey's back in Kuala Lumpur having a good time I bet. Maria is in Phils I think, hope she's not affected by the typhoon thing, hope she's safe somewhere. Yazin is busy with his exams before his 3 months holiday. Mary Jane is freaking out over her PMB project but doesn't seem to care no more. And then there's me, sitting here, doing nothing but downloading any shit album that pops up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with staying home. I'm relaxing. I love this holiday. I feel bored, but I love it. I don't know why but I just do. There is nothing that could possibly make my life terrible right now. I'm playing alot of games, my back is healed and I'm doing my daily exercises again, I got good friends, I got retarded friends, I got sexy friends[You know who you are! =D], My plants on my balcony are alive unlike my fishes[Rest In Peace] and of course, I get to game on a computer and two laptops all at the same time. I feel like a geek playing all three at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo moving on, Spain beat Italy! Finally man. Although it was good news, the performance was the worst one ever, ever since the start of the Euro Championship. The game ended in a 0 - 0 draw for 120 minutes before going into penalty shootout. I could see that both teams had fear in them seeing that neither team were attacking. All of them were in defense position except for one or two. The ball had always been on the center of the field. Thank God I slept sufficiently before watching that match. I would have fallen asleep if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh fuck man, few more days and its back to school again. I don't wanna go back to school. I'm downloading tons of movies and tv series and I wanna spend my time watching them. Speaking of movies, Audrey, Jane and I chatted yesterday and I found out that the best well written and most entertaining and touching movie I've ever watch is non other than 50 First Dates. Audrey seem to agree. The storyline was really good, the actors were good, the humour was good, everything was good. I used to watch it every Saturday night and I took the time to go over all my movies just to search for it. I was avalanched by the stacks of dvds on my shelves, some even I never knew I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh and another movie that is worth watching is Van Wilder: Party Liaison. It is a really really really good movie although it has some nudity in it but once you get the story, it has loads of meanings and the ending was sweet. It's about a guy[Van] who stayed in college for 7 years because he was afraid to face the real life after college. He found his main purpose in college, being a party liaison or party planner for those of you who dont know the meaning of liaison. Until one day, because of jealousy from this guy named Dik, he was expelled from school. Dik hated him cause he had been hanging out with Dik's girlfriend who is doing an interview on the Van for the school newspaper. Van went on trial to report his case on why he shouldn't be expelled. And the words he said were moving and inspiring. The movie had a sweet and awesome ending. The soundtracks for the movie kickass man. The movie with the best soundtracks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shouldn't be blogging that much, you guys must be tired of reading. I know cause I'm getting tired of typing. I'll just continue on my next post then. But not today, just not today. I really have to find a gift man. I need to give it to someone =D. But I have always suck in buying gifts, so yeah. I'm trying. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4977665880746663477?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4977665880746663477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4977665880746663477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4977665880746663477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4977665880746663477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-love-is-just-china-shop.html' title='Your Love Is Just A China Shop.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6170943090145481411</id><published>2008-06-22T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:03:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Asked You Out. When You Said Yes My Head Explode.</title><content type='html'>One Piece is getting better and better. I'm telling you if you ain't watching One Piece then you're missing out on one of the best anime series in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aE3ABu5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yEyU-aIh9X4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aE3ABu5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yEyU-aIh9X4/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214704458071653266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Left To Right: Trafalgar Law[Bounty: $200 Million Beli], Eustass Kidd[Bounty: $315 Million Beli], Monkey D Luffy [Bounty: $300 Million Beli] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aE3ABu5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yEyU-aIh9X4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aFNZueBI/AAAAAAAAAII/qDpWfOib0Aw/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aFNZueBI/AAAAAAAAAII/qDpWfOib0Aw/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214704464085022738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 3 strongest pirate rookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6170943090145481411?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6170943090145481411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6170943090145481411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6170943090145481411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6170943090145481411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-asked-you-out-when-you-said-yes-my.html' title='I Asked You Out. When You Said Yes My Head Explode.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SF5aE3ABu5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yEyU-aIh9X4/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5956485042557352699</id><published>2008-06-22T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:04:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teenage Vow - Till Tonight Do Us Part.</title><content type='html'>Owhh kay so what's up with my life right now. Lets see, lets see, hmm... I went for facial yesterday got stuck with this really hot beautician. She inflicted pain on me especially when she took a pin and this really tiny clipper and started poking and squeezing out my pimples and blackheads. The pain was off the scale crazy I tell you. Its like getting pinched with sharp finger-nails. Only this one it hurts 10 times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to respect woman more after that. They went through so much pain just to look good for their boyfriends. The guys dont know how lucky they are. My future girlfriend better appreaciate this! Whoever you are. My face is like so.....Lets just say when you see it you'll go speechless. Its like I'm having chicken pox only all the red dots went to my face. Its like so overpopulated. My face is polluted with red dots. Good thing its slowly clearing up. Mary Jane is scared cause by the time my face clears up, I'll look sexier than her. Baby's ass Mary Jane =D. A Baby's ass. Owhh well, it wouldn't be fun without a little competition right?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Mary Jane and Izni today. Went to watch Get Smart. Cute little Brandon tagged along with us. That lucky bastard. he bought the ticket like 5 minutes before we went in and there was one seat left next to us, and he got it! XD. People were looking at my face, cause its like I have some disease. Get Smart was alright. Quite funny but I expected it to be better. Great Khali from WWE is there and he's like one of the main characters too! That 7 foot 4 man. He should stop wrestling and do acting instead cause he's good. We went around the mall. It was fun. Playing with the lift. Jane and I did a dare too yo! She pressed the stop button found on the escalator side and the escalator stopped XD. We ran for it! Mine was that I was chewing gum and we were on the 3rd floor, I spit my gum and it dropped to the 2nd floor. I never looked back down. It was scary. And we ran for it!! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, Tuesday Mall?? Hulk and Made of Honour, you guys can watch Get Smart too. Plus a huge event is happening on Tuesday. Right?? =P. I know something only a very limited number of you know =D. So if the love guru ever comes out. It'll be me, Jia Hui and Alicia watching it. Don't you people go bring anyone else! &gt;=C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man! Holland lost 1 - 3 Russia. I fucking hate the Russian coach. That fat, white haired, nipple popping, fake gun shooting assface. Man, I realised something. Portugal rested his players on their last qualifying match, then they lost to Germany. Croatia rested their players on their last qualifying match too!! and they lost to Turkey. Holland rested their players on their last qualifying match also and guess what?? They lost =.=". Spain rested their players on their last match too. Will they lose to Italy?? =S. I hope not. Italy has loads of grandpas whereas Spain has all the youngsters. So its Experience against Speed. I'm going for Spain. 2 - 0 Italy. My predictions are better than Shebby's. I should be on tv! Not him! =C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-5956485042557352699?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5956485042557352699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5956485042557352699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5956485042557352699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5956485042557352699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/teenage-vow-till-death-do-us-part.html' title='A Teenage Vow - Till Tonight Do Us Part.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2391251703941206244</id><published>2008-06-17T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:55:55.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jessica Alba Story.</title><content type='html'>Its so hard to bare this. Time passes too quickly. God is taking away the things that are making me happy. This is torture. I'm tired, I get less than 3 hours of sleep a day. When I get my sleeps, I get them by sleeping while sitting. Tears flow every night and sometimes in the early morning. I just can't do this. Everything in me was shattered. My heart beats are heavy. My heart beats are slow and unstable. I'm in a state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, will i ever see you again?? God, everything happened so quickly. The day when it all happened. Where the word "us" came to be. You and I along with Olivia were in the parish hall. Just the three of us. Hiding behind the curtains on stage, playing with your laptop and keeping silent every time someone passes through the hall. And everything started from there. The "us" began. Everyone thought we were actually together. You calling me honey and I called you sweetie. Those were amazing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I always hang out with you during break time. While you were eating, I cracked stupid jokes about practically anything and everything. You were the only one who was able to hit me more than 12 times in under 60 seconds. You struck the fear of a hand being raised up into the air into me. The Apple On The Stick thing you do, it was fun trying to confuse you. The time we spent after school, they were out of this world.  And I said you remind me of Jessica Alba because of the way you act. It's totally different from other girls. The non stop laughing we had when we were waiting for our cars. Along with Joel, Brendon, Olivia, Ruth, Kiently and the rest. We were number 1 in cracking jokes. And there was once, this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was laughing cause of a stupid lame-o joke I made. Then you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey:HAHAHAHA!! Andy You're Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Only For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone burst out laughing even harder. And I hi-fived and snapped with Brendon. It just came out from my mouth instantly. It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the time when we had that "fight" on who cheated on who. Our he said she said story. It was after class and I was walking up to the bench area near the car park. And your voice echoed throughout the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: ANDY!! YOU CHEATED ON ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Andy: NO I DIDN'T!! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: SHUT UP ANDY!! YOU CHEATED ON ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Andy: NO YOU DID!! WHO IS MARK JAY!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fight went on and on and on and on. The weird thing was we were laughing like crazy. And we were the loudest people in the whole school. I bet eyes were locked in on us. But we didn't care, cause it was fun and wacky. We were all over the place. And when you're dad came from the gate. I was like "See!! I brought your dad here!! You're gonna get it now!" and you were laughing about it before leaving. That made my day and I was smiling all the way. People thought I was mental for smiling for no apparent reason. But I do have a reason to smile, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Sports Day?? I was swearing everywhere because you weren't there and when you had your long jump, you came. I did my shot put and I got third for it. I went to cheer you on. We were sitting on the grass bear footed and you said you were thirsty. I went out bear footed on the hot road. Jumping and skipping every step I took and I eventually got that drink for you. When you were getting ready for the jump, I went to the sand pit and boasted about how good you were and that I knew you very well. I pointed at a spot on the sand pit and said "See that!!?? My Audrey's gonna reach there." You ran and jumped and amazingly landed on the exact spot that I pointed. The teachers along with some students around me that time were speechless. My prediction was 100% correct. And we hi-fived then snap on it. It was amazing. We both got third that day.  I got third for shot put and you got third for long jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we got even closer, you dragged me into the parish along with Olivia after school. I had no idea what I was suppose to do there. And you said "just shut up and follow." The way you call my name, its way different from other girls. Other girls just go like "Andy!". But you, you tend to drag my name alot "Annnnnnnddyyyyyyyy!". We even said hi early in the morning when Joel, Khairi and I were preparing the Brunei Flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the exam week you'd be busy studying while I just sat there and watched you study. Then when the Battle Of The Bands was near, you were getting crazier and crazier because Mark Jay was gonna perform. You were the queen of the day that day. Joel's group dedicated a song to you and called you up on stage. And you were screaming when Mark was performing. They were all good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, time got in our way. I kept feeling that our book is ending. I know you said that we'll write more chapters together but it's gonna be hard from now on. Without you here, everything seems so much harder. You're my crazy pill. You keep me happy. We had a hell of a run didn't we?? The past 6 months were awesome. Without you, a huge hole is being made in my heart and I don't think I'll ever fill that hole with anyone else. Its just hard to accept it. No matter how hard I try, a part of me just doesn't wanna left go of you. That part made me feel uneasy and all depressed. That part is the left side of my chest. Letting go of you is hard. I just wished God had given us more time together. I miss you, Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Andy Loves Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-2391251703941206244?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2391251703941206244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2391251703941206244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2391251703941206244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2391251703941206244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-jessica-alba-story.html' title='My Jessica Alba Story.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8134741768057111606</id><published>2008-06-17T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:29:31.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing You.</title><content type='html'>I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. I don't know why but I think its because of Audrey. I can't talk to anyone else cause they wouldn't understand the situation that I'm currently in. I think the only way to ever sleep peacefully again is for me to tell her how I'm really feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer Loves Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-8134741768057111606?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8134741768057111606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8134741768057111606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8134741768057111606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8134741768057111606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/loosing-you.html' title='Loosing You.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5967686245436204347</id><published>2008-06-16T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:44:40.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beating Hearts Are Colliding.</title><content type='html'>Weird day today. Woke up at 5.20am. Hard to sleep though, I woke up every 10 minutes during my sleep. It was all Audrey's fault. So woke up around 5.20am today and opened my balcony door to get some fresh air, pumped up a lil bit of Faber Drive music and also hitz.fm, waiting for JJ and Rudy to be on around 6. I spent my morning re-watching and recapping of what happened in one piece and I got extra informations from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower, ate a little and off to the mall. Jasmine spoiled the fun when she spotted me =C. I was with Kient, Rafie and Amal while Maria, Jasmine and Niks went roaming somewhere. I watched Prom Night with the 3 girls. It was boring man. Thank God the girls were cute. A thriller that turned into a comedy for me XP. I kept laughing my ass off. When the movie finished, I went on searching for Kient and the rest. I found Daniel and his gang instead. Farez, Azreen, Azwan, Azhan and the rest. I hung out with them until I found Rafie and Amal and eventually found Kient and Brendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the exciting and nerve wrecking part. Maria forgot to book the tickets and the cineplex was like polluted with people. And the seats for Kung Fu Panda were like out. The only seats left were 3 front-left, 3 front-right and another 2 scattered at the back. So no choice, we had to take those. We were really disappointed with it. But then the man at the counter called us back and said there were seats available now. So we quickly changed our tickets. 6 of us together in a row and another 2 just behind us. It was a good day. We managed to watch it together instead of being scattered everywhere. Kung Fu Panda was nice. Kient went like "Astah!!" at one part of the movie that made everyone laugh. And I kept spitting the popcorn XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out around 5.20pm. We were discussing whether we should go in for a third movie - The Incredible Hulk. But the discussion went nowhere. So we skipped the movie. Sadly though, we could have watched 3 movies in a row. Saw Jonathan with his friends, my God, still short leii, Just a bit taller and I would be taller than him by a head. Saw Jesnie too. Seems to be doing good. Saw Sheryl and her boyfriend too. It was like one huge get together. So the Primary 6A/6B reunion will be on. Sometime in November. Maybe around 29th. I'll keep you updated. Was easy to contact others seeing that most of them who are now studying in other school were there in mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday, anyone up for Hulk, Get Smart and Made of Honour?? Mary Jane coming =D. Just tell me if you guys wanna join. It'll be awesome. We watch three movies in one go this time!&lt;br /&gt;Owhh and one more thing. That dude in the band "7 minutes of Fame". The dude who played the piano. The one wearing the specs. He goes to Binoy for tuition XP. He was there with me XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer Loves Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-5967686245436204347?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5967686245436204347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5967686245436204347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5967686245436204347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5967686245436204347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-beating-hearts-are-colliding.html' title='Our Beating Hearts Are Colliding.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6091445596526191239</id><published>2008-06-15T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:27:44.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey!! =C</title><content type='html'>I dedicate everything on my blog from now on and my songs to Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer &lt;33 Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-6091445596526191239?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6091445596526191239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6091445596526191239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6091445596526191239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6091445596526191239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/audrey-c.html' title='Audrey!! =C'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7035116410593463299</id><published>2008-06-15T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:10:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Brought Life Back Into Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;Just staring at my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Imagining the pretty sight of you,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious,&lt;br /&gt;that you have someone else in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Someone that is one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, you'll never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this feeling true??&lt;br /&gt;That I'm falling in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Although its been only a few week,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to participate in your league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one small question.&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever be with me??&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance and I'll show you,&lt;br /&gt;I can make you happy, I can set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more love than a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see you I get tongue-tied.&lt;br /&gt;The words I chose never fit.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing but you in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you if you help me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you if you catch me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you even if you don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;This is who I'm suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is just something I wrote. And If you're reading this. I know what I'm feeling now. I Love You~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4372969186909743429-7035116410593463299?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7035116410593463299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7035116410593463299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7035116410593463299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7035116410593463299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-brought-life-back-into-me.html' title='You Brought Life Back Into Me.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7408872797588909579</id><published>2008-06-15T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:31:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You?? It's simple. It's because I've fallen for you.</title><content type='html'>Taking a page off from Randy's book - Yo so check this out. I went to the mall today, and bought some groceries and shits and when we reached the car, the trolley was jammed into something and my big daddy toe kicked on the wheel. The pain was fucked up. So I loaded to goods onto the car and we went home. I took a look at my big daddy toe and shit. It was like a black bump there and i think the blood is trying to explode out from my skin. So this is what i did. I took a pin, washed it, heated it to kill the germs and stabbed it right into my toe. Friggin blood ain't flowing. So i took another attempted and stabbed it in from the side. Only a drip or two of blood came out. I jammed that pin into my toe for about 4 times until I got pissed and gave up. I went to wash my toe and guess what?? It wasn't no blood stuck there. It was just some stain on it. And fuck it hurts man. And after jamming those pins into my toe, I had a hard time walking. I kept putting medicine hopping that it'll heal faster. I skipped today's run at tasek lama all because of one toe. Dammit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to sleep last night dammit. Was fucked up about something. Damn bitch ruined me. At least the concert was good. I know Audrey had a fantastic time. I wanted to walk away like I never met her, but she's a friend yo. A weird one too. But you're sweet honey!! And Nice too!! Please don't hurt me!! =S And I kept thinking about that girl with that grey shirt at night. Damn you woman! &gt;=C.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being a comedian man. People don't take me seriously enough. I know when to get serious. People think if I'm in a serious situation I'd try to make jokes or pull a rubber chicken out of my ass. I don't do rubber chickens. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's father's day. Have you wished your dad happy father's day yet?? So tomorrow mall yeah?? I'd be going around 12. Just in case you guys were wondering. And on Thursday, Mary Jane Watson!! You better show up dammit! If not you'd be dead, woman. Made of Honour and The Happening aight?? =D. Screw Yazin man, he hasn't replied me when he's free. Wanna watch some action movie with that tall, handsome boy. I found a new anime to watch man. Its called soul eater. I first found the anime when I downloaded this one anime when it turned out to be a fake. I got soul eater instead of the anime I wanted. And I know what the guys are thinking, and some girls too. NO!! it's not hentai. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I saw the picture of us[Joel, Yazin, Leong, Jon, Fu Ton and Me] in Jonathan's blog. We were that tiny man. Should take another one at the end of the year when we have our reunion. This reunion better happen fuckers! Have you guys watched superhero movie?? You have got to watch superhero movie. It is the shit. Scary Movies 1,2,3 and 4 are also the shit. Whoever wrote them is Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7408872797588909579?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7408872797588909579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7408872797588909579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7408872797588909579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7408872797588909579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-you-its-simple-its-because-ive.html' title='Why You?? It&apos;s simple. It&apos;s because I&apos;ve fallen for you.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1667357903969088414</id><published>2008-06-14T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:00:00.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lonely Heart Just Wants Some Company.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Love Was Rough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I softened it up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Your Emotions Ran, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught them and turned them into something happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Tears Rolled down Your Cheeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dried them up and cleaned your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Everything Fell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered you and kept you unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When People were mean to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them to blow it out their ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you were humiliated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand and said it's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you were in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a torch and burned the whole sky just to shine you some light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You were alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned you up to ask you if you would like to be lonely with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You were lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your guide and bring you to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you felt unwanted and unloved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you close to me, because I've always wanted you, and I've always,&lt;br /&gt;loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1667357903969088414?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1667357903969088414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1667357903969088414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1667357903969088414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1667357903969088414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-lonely-heart-just-wants-some-company.html' title='My Lonely Heart Just Wants Some Company.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3508326423844640858</id><published>2008-06-14T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:21:15.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Hole You Left Was Finally Filled.</title><content type='html'>Life. Such a simple yet complicated word. Why do we worry so much about how our life is going to turn out?? Why are we striving to go all the way to the top to end up as workaholics?? So much concern about one's life. People are dying to live, but for what purpose?? Are we just gonna grow up as normal ordinary common people that roams around the world?? Or are we the few who are able to strive to perfection and do extra ordinary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't normally hate life. Even though we bitch about how our life sucks and how much we hate it. But when it comes to a life threatening occasion, we would be engulfed in fear, not being able to move. But there are times when the fear of living is worst than that of fearing of death. Which is why we commit suicide, to ease and stop the suffering once and for all. But what I've heard and believe is that, committing suicide is the own choice of that person, and God did not agree upon that decision made by that person. And because we all have our life lines created once we were born, if your line ain't broken yet, then you are not allowed to enter the gates of heaven. Even if you commit suicide, if your line ain't broken yet, God would place you on earth roaming as a spirit until your time comes. Ordinary people would find you, and finally release you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be war no matter where you go. Not the war you find with army men shooting and gunning down their enemies. The war you have in your head. The war could be anything. Making a life changing decision, can't stop thinking of a loved one, the hatred for someone who has ruined your life. No matter how hard we try, we can never run from them. And for those people who claimed that their life's a bitch and want to go back to the past when everything was perfect. Well, I say to you, you guys are idiots. Sorry to say, but its true. Going back to the past where everything was perfect is a stupid thing to do. Why go back to something that was already perfect?? So you can screw it up?? You can't live life by clinging on to the past. And its just too early for our age to be reminiscing about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still able to move, to change, to make a difference. Its not the time to reminisce the past yet. How many perfect moments do you have?? 1?? 2?? Its just not the time yet. Thats why we created memories now so that when we're old and waiting for our time to come, we can reminisce about the good old days. Our legs hinder us from moving, our eyes obstruct our view. We can no longer do anything but remember the past. That is the time for us to be reminiscing. Yeah sure, parties and hanging out with friends are moments to reminisced about, but we're gonna find out that those play a small part in our life. The major events are yet to come. The day when you're finally engaged, the time of your marriage, the moment a child is born, the time spent raising that child, the time when you finally had to let go and the time the two retired couple went on vacations together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about the past or the future. Its about being right here, right now. Whatever task comes our way, we should tackle it one at a time. There's no point in worrying about the future when you're enjoying the present. When it comes down to just the present, you can see that, life isn't really that hard or scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-3508326423844640858?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3508326423844640858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3508326423844640858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3508326423844640858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3508326423844640858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-hole-you-left-was-replaced.html' title='When The Hole You Left Was Finally Filled.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8375207595272055556</id><published>2008-06-14T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:18:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter What Happens, I'm Going Your Way.</title><content type='html'>At last, last day of school is crossed out from the calendar. It was a fun day today. It was fucked up at the beginning of it. Since we had the battle of the bands thing, Joel didn't wear his uniform and he was scolded by the teachers to get out of the school and I had to hoist the flag alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joel went to the parish hall instead and I went with him. Us, along with Olivia, JM and Kient went up to to play instruments. Brendon, Sarah and Siew joined us not long after. It was fun, all the singing and the noise making with the instruments especially the drum. We were there from early morning till noon. I went home and change and came back around 1.30 for the battle of the bands. It was cool. Joel's group performed first. The songs Dirty Little Secret, Kiss Me and The Scientist. We were suppose to do Feel Good Inc too but there wasn't much time for us to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK4UwZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x4_wq0fNR24/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK4UwZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x4_wq0fNR24/s400/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211661894046836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah And Kient rocking it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK47qcjyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OXCQ23Xg-vs/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK47qcjyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OXCQ23Xg-vs/s400/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211661904490827554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel's at the back playing the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK5D48HvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XxFvO26Zb-M/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK5D48HvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XxFvO26Zb-M/s400/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211661906699099890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Whole Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met someone unexpected there. Adri!! =D. Been a while since I saw him. Ever since he went to Korea,I haven't been in touch with him. But he's back for two months. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK5jErdPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kv3U4tZyooo/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK5jErdPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kv3U4tZyooo/s400/DSC00566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211661915069838578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adri And I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK56ojn_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCzytM5DKsA/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK56ojn_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCzytM5DKsA/s400/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211661921394335730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hafizuddin's Band. I forgot what its called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLQ_VPOlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0yiBA7NAda0/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLQ_VPOlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0yiBA7NAda0/s400/DSC00570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211662317792475730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hafiz doing his solo guitaring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLRUgX7oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Yzl0riNG7Q/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLRUgX7oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Yzl0riNG7Q/s400/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211662323476328066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ever so popular "7 Minutes of Fame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLSM8UziI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cQf87zXhZB0/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOLSM8UziI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cQf87zXhZB0/s400/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211662338625949218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Derek's at the back! =D. I missed Mark's face. Owhh Well =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a fun day. And the holiday begins now. When school reopens, I'm gonna be a changed man. No more playing meaningless craps and stuffs. I'm gonna be exercising alot and train my physicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adios People. See you after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4372969186909743429-8375207595272055556?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8375207595272055556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8375207595272055556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8375207595272055556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8375207595272055556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-matter-what-happens-im-going-your.html' title='No Matter What Happens, I&apos;m Going Your Way.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SFOK4UwZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x4_wq0fNR24/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3797196607656471806</id><published>2008-06-12T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:38:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Winner Chicken Dinner.</title><content type='html'>Awesome Awesome Awesome Day Today. Why?? Let me break it down for you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Portugal whooped C. Republic's ass with a 3 - 1 victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I beat Ming Wei in A.Maths! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything broke today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate on number 4. The funniest and yet the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. You see first Lexell sat on the table and out of the blue, the legs of the table just snaps and bam! he went down like a brick. After school is where the embarrassing thing happened. Arif was sitting on the chair  at the canteen area and I went to sit on his legs. He leaned back and the  chair leg snapped and he went tumbling down man. Whats worst was that when he fell, he tripped  me and i stumbled all the way and smashed into a table. People were there watching man XP. It was crazy. But what you expect for the last day of exams XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back my maths. Not bad I guess. 35/40 for paper 1&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         33/ 50 for paper 2&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         70/ 80 for A.Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day today. Goood Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhh and by the way. I'm going to the Battle Of The Bands thing on Saturday. Since I'm gonna be the emcee for the Computer Quiz. Exciting Day on Saturday. And I'm the security =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-3797196607656471806?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3797196607656471806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3797196607656471806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3797196607656471806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3797196607656471806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner Winner Chicken Dinner.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2095761451061852118</id><published>2008-06-08T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:48:01.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple M With A C In The Middle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some lyrics to the theme song of my cousin's wedding yesterday. I'll get you guys updated on my time during the wedding soon. But for now, I would like to dedicate this song to someone I love. You guys know who it is. I'll always love you. You've always been the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is gonna be the background music for my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Thought About You - Luther Vandross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to paradise, but closer than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m along for the ride, it happened unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;Promised, myself that I wouldn’t ever love again,&lt;br /&gt;But you make me feel something, my mind’s always on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the rain (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;I was riding on the train (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling high like I seem to do.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw two lovers start to kiss (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Had to hold back the tears (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Other girls no more exist.&lt;br /&gt;All because I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to help, I don’t even know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying not to think of you, but a heart does what it wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;Pass you by, see you smile and I must admit I get&lt;br /&gt;So emotional, I think I’m falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pillow for my room (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Heard Alicia sing a tune (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;It sends my rocket to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from this heart of mine (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you every time (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is so divine.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m constantly reminded,&lt;br /&gt;Reminded that you’re only someone who I’d like to know.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know me, you’re my private fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You’re with me, constantly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely day today (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t hard to get through (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Seems to happen easily,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk with myself (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;Wish it could’ve been with you (I thought about you)&lt;br /&gt;But every star in the sky came out for me.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all because I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love with M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-2095761451061852118?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2095761451061852118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2095761451061852118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2095761451061852118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2095761451061852118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-girls-no-longer-exist.html' title='Triple M With A C In The Middle.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6244503325951882788</id><published>2008-06-05T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:38:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trafalgar Law &lt;33</title><content type='html'>For my absence for the next few days due to exams and my cousin's wedding, I apologize and here is something for you to read and laugh about while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/04/silly_news_abou.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/09/world_toilet_co.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for two different stories by Kenny Sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer. &lt;/span&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/4372969186909743429-6244503325951882788?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6244503325951882788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6244503325951882788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6244503325951882788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6244503325951882788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/trafalgar-law-33.html' title='Trafalgar Law &lt;33'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1248739431393116557</id><published>2008-06-01T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:41:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Satan.</title><content type='html'>This story from the holy bible was told my Kyle's parents to him when he lost faith for God in South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe lived in the East of Jordan a long long time ago, Joe was a great man, he was blessed with ten  lovely children, a wonderful wife and many friends. He was the most upright and honourable of men and everyday he praised God. But one day Satan went up to heaven and talked to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Satan talked to God??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in the book of Joe said he talks to God and God said to Satan "Have you seen Joe, He is a great man and he praises me everyday." And Satan says " Oh yeah?? He only praises you because you gave him so much. If you didn't give him those things he would curse your name. To which God said "Oh yeah?? I'll show you Satan. I'll take those things away from Joe and he'll still praise my name." And so God had a bunch of barbarians come in and slaughter Joe's cows and donkeys and murdered all his workers. Then God sent his fireballs from the sky and killed the sheep and the rest of his employees. And then as Joe's sons and daughters were eating, God sent a high wind to collapse the house and crush it and them all. Joe was terrible sad but he fell to his knees and said "The Lord giveth and the Lord take it away," and praised God's name. So then Joe got painful sores all over his body. He was in terrible miserable pain all day, everyday but he still kept his faith. God said to Satan "SEE! I told you! Joe still praises me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: And thats it?? Thats the end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Thats the most horrible story I've ever heard. Why would God do such horrible things to a good person just to prove a point to Satan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Owhh err, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Then I was right. Joe has all his children killed, and Michael Bay gets to keep making movies. There isn't a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawa story man. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1248739431393116557?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1248739431393116557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1248739431393116557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1248739431393116557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1248739431393116557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-and-satan.html' title='God and Satan.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-7017817897504021867</id><published>2008-06-01T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:12:22.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Forgotten.</title><content type='html'>Aww man. 3 days of holiday ended in a blink of an eye. Exam starts on Tuesday. I'm not in the mood for studying. I'm already in the holiday mood right now and of course gearing up and getting ready for Euro2008. I can't study even if I wanted to anyways, I left all my books in the school locker. Smart eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I got mixed up with the wedding man! The church wedding is in Singapore. Not in miri man! And now I'm having second thoughts about going to Singapore. To be honest, I've never been to a church wedding before. I only see them in movies and they look really cool. I want a church wedding too! =D. Damn, I sound like such a girl right now. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this afternoon while I was napping. More like a nightmare than a dream. I was in a huge dark house man. It was like an ordinary house. There was a ghost inside it man. Yeah I know, "andy! this story is so last decade". But there was a twist to it man, which is the reason why I'm blogging about it. I saw the ghost, and it disappeared after I went close to it. Instead of running away, I chased after it man. And I knew the ghost's name =S. I screamed out Jane[ Mary Jane, it might be you =P] I saw it walking pass a window with dim lights shining through. I screamed "GO AWAY!! JANE!! GO AWAY!!" then it disappeared somewhere else, I dont know how but I knew where it went, and I quickly dashed into the next bedroom, it was just sitting there. I slowly approached it then poof! I woke up =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom during dinner about my dream. My uncle interrupted by asking me "You no go ask the ghost give you 4 numbers?? Can buy 4D surely hit jackpot" XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome thing happened today, I was on my balcony smoking crack[ Eating hacks] then all of the sudden out of the blue, a lighting strikes not far from here and the sound of the thunder was damn loud, and whats even cooler was it was followed by this sudden huge gust of wind that blew like a mini typhoon for about 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh one thing I should advice you people on. No matter how stupid or retarded you are, NEVER EVER, try to catch a falling knife. I tried once before without my knowledge, thank God it missed. Just imagine what could have happened to my right hand if I were to catch that knife. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto then, starting tomorrow I'm gonna be serious in studying. I refuse to lose to people that I know that I can beat. Plus if I study hard, I can play hard too. [I know Mar, easier said than done, I know C=] But it's time for me to walk the bridge I build. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I study, but tonight, I PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-7017817897504021867?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7017817897504021867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=7017817897504021867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7017817897504021867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/7017817897504021867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-forgotten.html' title='Remember The Forgotten.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4058767816959241802</id><published>2008-05-31T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:07:07.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never A Moment Of Peace In My Mind.</title><content type='html'>Alot of things happened these couple of days man. Sorry to all you people who clicked on me in msn hoping to find me. It took me a while to go through all your heys and little notes and some of your swearings. I was not around. I was in Miri but I left my laptop on for the sake of my downloads. And they done now. How I Met Your Mother anyone?? =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way to Miri, I got bored. So I started taking pictures. It wasnt easy. The car was going 140km/hr. Yes I know my dad's speeding but which boy OR man doesnt like the adrenaline rush?? There was a massive forest fire on the way, I took 3 pictures of it but 2 of them were blur. One of the picture was okay but alot of smokes so it aint that good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgNl7MgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AA-M138bELo/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgNl7MgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AA-M138bELo/s400/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206537755621536258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when the sky turns orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgS7mP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0c1hnfQl7ck/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgS7mP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0c1hnfQl7ck/s400/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206537757054615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgtRax1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3NyBztsFahk/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgtRax1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/3NyBztsFahk/s400/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206537764125460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the clouds part 2. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgydP33I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2Fu51XQLz00/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgydP33I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2Fu51XQLz00/s400/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206537765517254514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the fire. Haha. No seriously, I do. When the fire ended the whole area looked like Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The trip in miri was nice. Something funny happened to me man. It was quite embarrassing but I hope that no one saw what I did. I was in Parkson and my dad and I were eating 'somboi' and they had those seeds in them. I was playing around with the seed in my mouth until it accidentally sputted out of my mouth. My reaction was quick and unexpected. Instead of trying to catch it with my hand. I used my ankle and ankled that little seed XD. It flew up and into on of those piles of clothes there. I turn to my dad, and he was like "Just leave it!! Pretend like nothing happened" It was retarded man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWhcYg5xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TSpBEqNQ1kw/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWhcYg5xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TSpBEqNQ1kw/s400/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206537776771688210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From my bedroom window in the early misty morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom wanted to go to the dentist in Miri today. So I followed along. I saw this sign on the car which was quite funny and it rhymes too!! The sign in the car said "If you want to drive while you're drunk, carry your coffin in your trunk." I developed a fear today. That fear is visiting the dentist. I since I was there, might as well ask the dentist to clean my teeth. It was the longest 12 minutes of my life man!! I was all excited for it until the drill came into my mouth. The pain was indescribable.  That bastard drilled my teeth AND my gums!! When he was drilling the areas close to my gums, you can feel the pain man. And no one is perfect so he tend to make mistakes and guess what?? he drilled some of my gums too. Even with my eyes closed, I knew the liquid flying all over my mouth aint my saliva. And I was right. My blood was flying everywhere and my gums were bleeding non stop. Scary shit man, but it was okay la. All the plagues and shits in my teeth are gone. I can whistle through the holes of my teeth now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another ring =D. This one looks cool XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWwYPJqZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5wi0ZUl8Ev0/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWwYPJqZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5wi0ZUl8Ev0/s400/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206538033356712338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma Ring Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Owhh owhh, I have a story to tell that would knocked anyone off their chair. It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" In Parkson, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world, it was love at first sight for me. She was smiling non stop. Even if she looked a lil older than me, I knew she was the one. She was as beautiful as ever. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I  kept standing next to her. But was afraid to talk to her cause that would be weird and people would look at me for talking to her.  She practically took my breath away. She's just so, WOW! But sadly I knew that I would never be able to be with her. Not because she's older than me. Not because we live in different countries. It was because, my heart has already been set for someone else...and also because she's just a wallpaper on the wall of the Triumph bra &amp;amp; panties section." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-4058767816959241802?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4058767816959241802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4058767816959241802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4058767816959241802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4058767816959241802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-moment-of-peace-in-my-mind.html' title='Never A Moment Of Peace In My Mind.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SEFWgNl7MgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AA-M138bELo/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-5730573114620831066</id><published>2008-05-29T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:04:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Up His Trash.</title><content type='html'>HOW COULD YOU!!?? you cheated on me =C. After all we've been through! When I first started being with you!! we were in the parish hall, alone, with your laptop and that girl with spectacles. The moments we spent together everyday!![Except Friday and Sunday] Who is he?? Where did you hide him all this time?? You hurt me =C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You screamed at me for cheating on you, when you were the one cheating on me. I think of you all the time. And all those pretend dates I daydream about were now useless =C. You cheated on me woman! XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD5F3H9YmMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxtOR2n2dYE/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD5F3H9YmMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxtOR2n2dYE/s400/DSC00459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205675032618506434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Cheater!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today was fun, lots of laughs everywhere man, one crazy crazy morning. Free period for english so I started drawing stuffs. I drew a hella lot man. Good day good day. But then came after school. She screamed at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: YOU CHEATED ON ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cheated on me first =C. She no feel my heart. Feeling heart of mine she is no. Her msn nick aint for me =C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-5730573114620831066?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5730573114620831066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=5730573114620831066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5730573114620831066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/5730573114620831066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/picking-up-his-trash.html' title='Picking Up His Trash.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD5F3H9YmMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxtOR2n2dYE/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1541649598866503681</id><published>2008-05-28T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:46:58.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though Men Drink Milk!</title><content type='html'>Man, I do love the song California by Metro Station, it sets the mood right. Like when the sun is setting and you had a really fun day but you just dont want that day to end yet but you cant help but watch as the sun goes down. It's gonna be the theme song for my blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a good day today. Physic was alright. Confusions with the exercises but its nothing abnormal. Chemistry was alright too. Malay was quite, something. XD. My Malay teacher has always thought of me as the good, smart boy in class, well I guess not anymore. I always leave my folder on my table since I sit alone and have this huge big ass space all to myself and since we finished our work early, we were allowed to do anything we want. I was writing something on my exam pad and teacher came over and opened my file and she saw a post-it stuck on the first page that says " Andy, You're my bitch! &lt;33 Jazz." And she was shouting that line while she was reading it. Creepy shit man. But yeah, Jazz, I'll always be your bitch! XD. Whats more creepy is that on the first page too, there's this "picture" that i drew when I was in form 3.[The picture was created by Andy, Edited by Arif, Crumpled by Senussi and Joel] It was like a code thing, and she showed it to everyone, and my friends started to crack the code, some of them knew what it mean cause I told them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD1Pu39YmLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AQVgCVTFebk/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD1Pu39YmLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AQVgCVTFebk/s400/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205404411024152754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They managed to crack the code for Andy and the word Love. XD. But yeah it was scary but they didn't manage to crack the code XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was okay. I watched friends just now and I liked how Ross and Monica danced. XD. Sexy kaliah. And I like a sentence quoted by Joey "Whatever Happens, Happens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking and finally came to a conclusion that I don't believe in Internet Dating. Not as in chatting with your lover online, no thats fine with me. I'm talking about those dating websites man. I don't find that romantic or sweet. I find it as an attempt of desperation. People who can't find love in the real world and are in a desperate state, goes into the cyber world to find their significant other like its their last resort. Plus what if the person you found ain't real?? I mean, I can enter my name as Mary Jane and insert a picture of Lu See and said that thats me. You'll never know what shit you'll find on the internet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, England Vs USA. 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna be emo tomorrow morning. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4372969186909743429-1541649598866503681?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1541649598866503681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1541649598866503681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1541649598866503681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1541649598866503681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/though-men-drink-milk.html' title='Though Men Drink Milk!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SD1Pu39YmLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AQVgCVTFebk/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4436184403854500798</id><published>2008-05-27T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:51:46.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish List.</title><content type='html'>In a life filled with tons of friends, I'm still alone everywhere I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-4436184403854500798?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4436184403854500798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4436184403854500798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4436184403854500798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4436184403854500798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-wish-list.html' title='My Wish List.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9103237235912604018</id><published>2008-05-27T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:43:23.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into A One-Sided Love.</title><content type='html'>Man, I think, I'm actually falling for someone. And fuck you Niks, Its not Jasmine. Yes Jia Hui I like someone else. Owh and yes Mary Jane, its you. Yeah I'm falling for you. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, yeah I'm falling for someone. I don't know but I think about her alot these days. She reminds me of Jessica Alba. Her attitude wise I mean. I think I've told someone before that she reminds me of Jessica Alba but yeah, I forgot who. She criticized me about me not remembering her birthday, but she never knew mine either. Until that day she told me, but I forgot again =P.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, guess it'll always be a one-sided love. Unless God does something good for me =D. God, if you're reading this, please help me =D. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to reality. What did I do in school today?? Nothing much though. Just studying, laughing, annoy Jasmine, you know, the usuals. I didn't get to talk to Mary Jane today =C. Owhh and I found these pictures in my camera. Its not all of them, just some random ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucC39YmFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ECpqpO-flaE/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucC39YmFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ECpqpO-flaE/s400/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925367551826002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TRK3n4ddq1M/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TRK3n4ddq1M/s400/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925371846793314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2EYG9J2XC5o/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2EYG9J2XC5o/s400/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925371846793330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmII/AAAAAAAAAEY/9H3Jc_R0Cl4/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDH9YmII/AAAAAAAAAEY/9H3Jc_R0Cl4/s400/DSC00393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925371846793346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDX9YmJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/63oT-bS8iuo/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucDX9YmJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/63oT-bS8iuo/s400/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925376141760658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucSX9YmKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VEQYabJzzLA/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucSX9YmKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VEQYabJzzLA/s400/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204925633839798434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-9103237235912604018?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9103237235912604018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9103237235912604018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9103237235912604018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9103237235912604018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/falling-into-one-sided-love.html' title='Falling Into A One-Sided Love.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDucC39YmFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ECpqpO-flaE/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6630297761636865651</id><published>2008-05-26T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:36:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Global Warming! Abolish Exams! Don't Waste Paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm bored. So come now. Lets all play a little something something shall we??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDqppH9YmEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Spp4VS1TTbY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDqppH9YmEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Spp4VS1TTbY/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204658843356272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, take a look at that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lets start with something easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a) What Time Was The Picture Taken??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b) What Date Is It??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;c) How Long Has My Laptop Been On For??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and lasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d) What song am I Listening to?? Who sang it?? Featuring who??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Damn I'm bored. And I finally manage to change my blog theme but it wasn't the one I want. So i reverted back to this theme. It looks better, a lil girlish but yeah, it's alright for boys to have this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, heard that Avram Grant got sacked man, poor dude, he was doing alright. The Chelsea FA had too high of an opinion on him. Too bad man. And so the hunt for a Chelsea Manager is on. Owh and I heard Terry is being haunted by the fact he missed the penalty. Poor dude too. Must have cried alot I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhh owhh!! And here's a funny story. You guys know about the Tasek Lama first ever Climbathon?? Well, I saw many of the people in Brunei training for the big day. They were running like crazy using extra weights and going 2 - 3 rounds a day. I know cause I was there with my dad everyday. And you know what happened?? Some dude from another country took a plane to Brunei just to run that Climbathon and guess what?? He won! XD. 20mins man!! Thats fast! I feel sorry for the people who trained so hard man. Its like its all wasted XD. Owh well, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6630297761636865651?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6630297761636865651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6630297761636865651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6630297761636865651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6630297761636865651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-global-warming-abolish-exams-dont.html' title='Stop Global Warming! Abolish Exams! Don&apos;t Waste Paper!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDqppH9YmEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Spp4VS1TTbY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-8102799032150656242</id><published>2008-05-26T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:13:29.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does My Frequency Not Exist??</title><content type='html'>I am completely addicted to the song in my blog. Its such a catchy song, isn't it?? Shake Shake!! Shake Shake!! Uhh Shake It!! XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-8102799032150656242?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8102799032150656242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=8102799032150656242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8102799032150656242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/8102799032150656242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-my-frequency-not-exist.html' title='Does My Frequency Not Exist??'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-6545223025276907634</id><published>2008-05-25T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:05:36.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From ABC, Owh so sexily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tis the time of o-six hundred and thirty-five hours in the evening and I'm dead tired. Why You ask?? It is not because I had a hell of a day, but because.. I just woke up. Yesterday went quite well, not just in school but what happened after dark as well, you see, it was Saturday night and it was D&amp;amp;D Night, but since some of them were having their exams, we skipped. I went out for dinnah and went looking for Mandy's Milk powder afterwards but bad luck struck as her milk were like all of a sudden, out of stock everywhere. There was nothing for my family and I to do, so we hit the mall, the only living place that's polluted by weird creatures from dawn till dusk. And by creatures I mean us humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saw a few gays on the street but no worries, they just gay people with gay pride. Nothing wrong with that. I was messaging Alicia since it was Saturday and also AA Night, but she was busy. She said she was at Swensens in the mall with her classmate buddies celebrating their freedom after exams. So what I did was I went to the 3rd floor,( I honestly had no idea whether Swensens was on the second or the third floor) stood in front of Swensens and called her. I told her to come out and she did, we chatted for quite a while man. Non stop talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So my day today, I got up(duh!), got freaked out as I took the first step out of my room, my cousin was in the house. I checked the clock, fucker it was only like 8. So the whole family got us and took turns taking shower.(Unlike Mary Jane who waits for the tub to fill up for more than an hour thus wasting time and water too!) We were on the road just a few minutes pass 10 and we went to CHMS. They had some FunFair thing and Mandy wanted to go. We were there for only 30mins, 3 words to summarise the FunFair - Ours Is Better! What else did I do?? Bla Bla Bla ate Kolomee bla bla went to Bunut Hua Ho. Owh there was this funny thing that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday in Mall I bought a packet of cottage fries to eat today, but then Mandy wanted to eat and I didnt wanna let her and she was like screaming for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Andy: Fine! But if you dont finish it I wont give it to you anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She opened and ate some but she couldnt finish it and since I scolded her, she asked my mom to give it back to me. XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And what happened today was at Bunut Hua Ho, I bought the barbecue lays and told Mandy that she cant eat cause its spicy. And she went to complain to Dad and my Dad was like "Nah, you ate this yesterday." showing her the cottage fries I bought yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And out of the blue Mandy turned to me and went like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mandy(In Mandarin cause there's not such language as Chinese =P) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nah!! My daddy bought this for me not you! You cannot eat cause my Daddy bought for me. If you eat I'll beat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My Dad and I were laughing cause all of a sudden she said those "threatening" sentences. XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sadly my Sunday gonna end soon and what?? I still got my D.Maths homework and my Chemistry corrections to do. I don't feel like doing them and did I mention exams are like.......days away!!?? People think I'm so calm. Hell yeah I'm calm but I'm going wild inside my head. Why cant tomorrow be the last day of exams and we're having English paper 1  only?? =C. That would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-6545223025276907634?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/6545223025276907634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=6545223025276907634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6545223025276907634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/6545223025276907634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-abc-owh-so-sexily.html' title='From ABC, Owh so sexily.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-228839056323800969</id><published>2008-05-21T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:30:28.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;DAVID BABYFACE ARCHULETA!! Damn. David Cook is really really good but I'll stand by Babyface's side since I've been supporting him since day one when he sang the song waiting for the world to change and he said one of his vocals was paralyzed or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love the songs sang by the two Davids tonight. But unfortunately, I could only find the songs Dream Big by David Cook and Imagine By David Archuleta. 2 Songs out of 6. But yeah, guess I have to be patient with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So what have I done lately?? hmm, I've become fascinated with Transmutation Circles and even started drawing them. They look really really cool and its a form of alchemy too XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHbSBNTI/AAAAAAAAACI/MnzstzIh_M8/s1600-h/DDinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHbSBNTI/AAAAAAAAACI/MnzstzIh_M8/s400/DDinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202822080009155890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I started out with the easy drawings. Just to get use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHrSBNUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/92IdqZ3JjYk/s1600-h/ExamCircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHrSBNUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/92IdqZ3JjYk/s400/ExamCircle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202822084304123202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then I go Slightly Higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjH7SBNWI/AAAAAAAAACg/F_RZJk91gvk/s1600-h/MajhalCircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjH7SBNWI/AAAAAAAAACg/F_RZJk91gvk/s400/MajhalCircle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202822088599090530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHrSBNVI/AAAAAAAAACY/dLI82hejljI/s1600-h/FMA___Transmutation_Circle_by_DragonEyes9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHrSBNVI/AAAAAAAAACY/dLI82hejljI/s400/FMA___Transmutation_Circle_by_DragonEyes9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202822084304123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna draw this one soon. Its My Favourite one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjH7SBNXI/AAAAAAAAACo/E2OVk47lh_g/s1600-h/scar-array-8point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjH7SBNXI/AAAAAAAAACo/E2OVk47lh_g/s400/scar-array-8point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202822088599090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just hope that one day, I'll be able to draw that XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna get a tattoo of it on my back man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey, Its either the back or the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-228839056323800969?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/228839056323800969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=228839056323800969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/228839056323800969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/228839056323800969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/davids.html' title='Davids'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SDQjHbSBNTI/AAAAAAAAACI/MnzstzIh_M8/s72-c/DDinside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-45286286503047350</id><published>2008-05-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:40:57.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Photoshop Experience. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SC7SDbSBNSI/AAAAAAAAACA/jrzaTEvUAzI/s1600-h/untitaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SC7SDbSBNSI/AAAAAAAAACA/jrzaTEvUAzI/s400/untitaled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201325575964276002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-45286286503047350?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/45286286503047350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=45286286503047350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/45286286503047350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/45286286503047350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-first-photoshop-experience-d.html' title='My Very First Photoshop Experience. =D'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SC7SDbSBNSI/AAAAAAAAACA/jrzaTEvUAzI/s72-c/untitaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2821949535804807033</id><published>2008-05-08T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:14:24.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up By Melee - Excellent Song.</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you. Go watch this movie called Sydney White. Starring Amanda Bynes and Matt Long. Its like the modern college twist of Snow White and the 7 dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The story is about this girl, Sydney,  who went to a college to study. She was just a normal girl until she met a guy named Tyler Prince and her life started to change. And the president of the student council, or the queen of the student council was jealous of her cause she has a crush on Tyler. The president tried to destroy Sydney's life by forcing her to live in a really old building with 7 weird, nerdy and social-less boys. But she managed to changed them and together they started running for student council president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice and funny movie. There's this kissing scene where Sydney fell asleep cause of over exhaustion and Tyler went and kissed her and she woke up XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a horrible week this week but the weekends are starting to look up so, hope for the best =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&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/4372969186909743429-2821949535804807033?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2821949535804807033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2821949535804807033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2821949535804807033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2821949535804807033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/stand-up-by-melee-excellent-song.html' title='Stand Up By Melee - Excellent Song.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-2282751811264814934</id><published>2008-05-07T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:47:40.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I Hate My Life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Friends are getting cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Teachers are getting bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Studies are becoming a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Life is turning dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-2282751811264814934?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2282751811264814934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=2282751811264814934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2282751811264814934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/2282751811264814934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-i-hate-my-life.html' title='God, I Hate My Life~'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-9146248030225874980</id><published>2008-04-30T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:20:54.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Miley Cyrus Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After surfing through a few blogs, I was how you say...Inspired to blog again. I had been really lazy these days and a lil bit envious of the people around me. They were all having some work that are actually stressing them out. And as weird as it may sound, I envy that. It beats staying in my room, in the dark doing nothing but staring into the laptop. And while on the laptop, I wasn't doing anything, just staring at the everchanging download rates of my movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyhoo, i don't know it this is good news but it is definitely great news to me. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Miley Cyrus had her 2nd photo scandal. FINALLY!! been waiting for her to slip up someday and yeah I love her very very much XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh60K67k5I/AAAAAAAAABo/acB4kZHEDv0/s1600-h/RAREMILEY11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh60K67k5I/AAAAAAAAABo/acB4kZHEDv0/s400/RAREMILEY11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195037206875181970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh60q67k6I/AAAAAAAAABw/inqfKQ6fJ2k/s1600-h/0422_miley-cyrus-racy-photos-again-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh60q67k6I/AAAAAAAAABw/inqfKQ6fJ2k/s400/0422_miley-cyrus-racy-photos-again-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195037215465116578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But one thing i dont understand. Why do they make such big deals on these pictures?? Its not like she's nude or anything. Its just a country girl feeling horny, and thats it.  I mean honestly, people do get horny sometimes. It is abnormal if you dont get horny. Even animals get horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So anyhoo, I have this one picture which i took on my sports day with Olivia and I like it very much XD. We look a lil alike though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh_1667k7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Uc9Aik4CLjQ/s1600-h/DSC000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh_1667k7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Uc9Aik4CLjQ/s400/DSC000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195042734498091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Damn, I'm sleepy and I got this D.Maths Homework to finish up. Science Classes are having alot of homeworks. Sucks to be smart. But what to do. =B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-9146248030225874980?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/9146248030225874980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=9146248030225874980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9146248030225874980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/9146248030225874980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-miley-cyrus-yo.html' title='I love Miley Cyrus Yo!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/SBh60K67k5I/AAAAAAAAABo/acB4kZHEDv0/s72-c/RAREMILEY11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1057925135422219761</id><published>2008-04-14T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:45:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Finger To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am really really ticked off. Those shitty butt holes in schools are getting on my nerves. Not my friends, I mean, they're whats keeping me sane. I'm talking about those books carrying, ugly looking, retarded bastards in school but to make it short, I'll be referring to those people as, teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, ExploMaths Carnival. We won top 3 and either Chinese Boy[Henry], Nizam or I were to represent our school to collect the prize. Black Bitch Victoria, was scolding me because apparently I was wearing a red jacket. What motherfucker scolds another motherfucker for wearing a red jacket?? XD. After hearing that we won, BBV[Black Bitch Victoria] wanted me to go up and collect the prizes and you know whats her reason?? It's because I'm the most well dressed among the 3 of us. =.=". First she lectures me because of how I dressed and then she's trying to compliment me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head said "Hell No, Motherfucker!" but my mouth said "Let Nizam do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" There were some arguments here and there but Nizam did it eventually. He accidentally dropped the trophy while on stage. Thank God it didn't break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in school today, during assembly, they were giving out our certificate, and guess what?? Black Devil Shanti dropped the trophy again and this time it shattered into pieces. So you might be asking,"what's andy so ticked off about??" Well you wanna know why?? its because they're blaming ME for the shattering of the trophy. It was because I did not go up to collect the trophy instead of Nizam. And because of that, the trophy broke. I was like "What the fuck man!" I did nothing wrong and I get blame for it. The school is running out of excuses. Pretty soon I'm gonna strike back. When the school no longer has control of me, I'm gonna corrupt the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I'm happy about that kept me sane. One, Manchester beat Arsenal 2 - 1 last night. Suck that Arsene Wanker!! Two, episode 7, season 7 of Scrubs being damn hilarious. Three, I'm going to the leadership training. Four, there is no four. Sad Life huh?? I know, your life probably sucks too seeing that you're reading this. XD. Nah I'm just kidding. Enjoy your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1057925135422219761?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1057925135422219761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1057925135422219761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1057925135422219761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1057925135422219761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/04/middle-finger-to-you.html' title='Middle Finger To You.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-3479653646349851367</id><published>2008-04-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:49:36.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today is one of those days that you look back and says "Damn, it was awesome". So here's the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I woke up at 2.30am this morning to watch the football match of Arsenal Vs Liverpool. They had three 1 - 1 draws  in the past and I told Jia Hui if another draw would happen, I'd kill myself, but guess what!!?? there was no draw!! =D. Liverpool WON!! 4 - 2!! Suck that Arsene Bastards!! It was the start of a good good day =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Went to school around 7am and Teacher Binoy was already pressuring me on bringing the maths projects to his car. Henry,Nizam and I were selected to represent SGS in this maths carnival exibition held in Serasa School and I was actually to be honest, not at all interested. I even had my assy attitude out, you know, the attitude where someone is being an ass and sighs everywhere and says "uuuuuhhhhhhh, i don't want to go!!" But I was wrong. We reached Serasa School around 8am and guess who I saw?? Tiffany, Alicia and Wen Yi!! They were representing MS =D. Good day, goood day. XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't talk to them. We had to set up our booth first and we did everything in only a few minutes. The opening ceremony started not long after and it was funny XD. The principal of Serasa School gave a speech and after she finished, no one clapped!! It was friggin awkward!! Only when she sat down we started clapping XD. So the Maths Carnival was officially launched and all the schools headed to their own booth. And again, guess whose booth was 5 o'clock from ours?? Rabiatul's booth and her two friends. Went to have a little chat with her after setting up our booth and all I can say about Rab is that "Rabbi and Rifaie sitting on the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!" XD man, jealous ku!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One thing I love about events like this, you get to meet a hella lot of new friends and thats what happened to me. I became friends with Rab's two team mates. It started with insults, then jokes then yeah they talked about boys and I just reply them XD. One really shitty thing happened that made me embarrassed - my friggin name was wrongly typed on my name tag. Instead of 'Chung Kwong Kim Andy' it wrote 'Chung Kwong Kim Candy' I was laughed at by Henry and Nizam =.=". Then Rabiatul saw it and she laughed too and she called me Candy for the whole day. Her friends called me Candy too =.=". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was tough entertaining the students man. They were coming bunch by bunch XD. I finally had some spare time to go check out Alicia and Tiff's booth. I showed them my name tag and they laughed too =.=". Something surprised me while i was at their booth, Alicia, is tall!! O.O" For a girl's height la she's quite tall. XD. I was browsing around the whole carnival when I saw this girl who look very much like Suok Jiuan and eventually I got the confirmation that it WAS her. I walked up to her, stood beside her and gave her left arm a bump. And our conversation started from that bump XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got nervous when I saw girls in blue skirts walking pass the door. GILA SAS!! shit!! and the first person i saw was Grace. Gave her a hi5 and was called a Maths Freak =.=". I saw felicia too and she was with this friend who was really really loud. Hyper kaliah. Busy here...busy there..doing some shit and owhh guess what!! Henry made a new friend =D. A girl!! their "relationship" started with her scolding Henry XD "why you don't give me candy!!??" XD. Then yeah, it just started from there. I talked to her too, she was one of those girls that you can really get along with really well without any effort of trying to make her your friend. I insulted her and she showed me the middle finger XD. It was fun and not a teeny bit awkward. Good day, goooood day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lunch time was awesome, the hall was quite dark with the lights turned off and they even showed a movie on the projector!! O.O" and whats more "awesome"?? The movie had porno!! XD. They turned it off straight away when the porno part began!! they skipped it and then resumed the movie, then after a while another sex scene in the same movie started again!! I didn't watch cause I went for lunch with Suok Jiuan. Lunch was hot considering we were at the canteen and it was a hot day. Went back to Alicia's Booth and sat with her, she was alone ehh. So lonely there and thought she might need some company. Chatting with her was fun. Good day, gooood day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The afternoon shift was easy flowing since there wasn't much student there anymore. Was free to roam around everywhere. Kept talking with Rabiatul, Suok Jiuan, and Alicia. Went back to my own booth and saw the girl again. The girl who gave me the middle finger talking to Henry again XD. Went and insulted her more and she gave me a real nasty punch. But after a while I saw her sitting there alone. You know CANDY la, see people alone always likes to accompany de. So I sat next to her. She took out her book, tore off the last page and wrote something on the piece of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Nah! Add me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was blur XD. Its not everyday that a girl you just met gives you her email without you asking for it first. Then she referred to Henry as her boyfriend XD. "Call my boyfriend to add me too." Good day, gooood day. Kasian Nizam, not much girls attracted to him. CAUSE HE STINGY BAHH!! ONLY GIVE SWEETS TO GIRLS WHO ANSWER CORRECTLY!! Henry and I were like giving sweets to the cute girls even though they got it wrong XD. Desperate kaliah. But sadly the day had to end and we packed up everything and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We reached school around 4 and I had tuition around 5, so I rushed home, took a shower and went to A.Maths tuition. Guess what!!?? It was cancelled =D. And since it was close to school, I just walk to school and called my dad to pick me up there. Joel and Nizam were still in school. Rabiatul was in school too picking up her sibling and you know who else was there?? YAZIN!! damn it was like a reunion man. I got a chance to meet old friends and new friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The whole day was a fun and enjoyable roller coaster ride. The day started out with everyone being strangers, but at the end of the day, we became good friends =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Good Day, Gooood Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-3479653646349851367?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3479653646349851367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=3479653646349851367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3479653646349851367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/3479653646349851367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-4125645272176303419</id><published>2008-03-26T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:53:23.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che'nelle and JJ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Man!! Che'nelle wrote a song for JJ!!?? JJ from hitz.fm!! Holy Crap. Of all people!! Che'nelle is a singer from malaysia who grew up in Australia and went to U.S for a couple of years and she is now back in Malaysia on hitz.fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/R-msO59_4ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTHrkKJ2ey4/s1600-h/chenelle_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/R-msO59_4ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTHrkKJ2ey4/s400/chenelle_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181862218345472402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Che'nelle Baby =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Check this out man. Uploaded By Junior from hitz.fm.She sounds really cute when she speaks Malay and the song is quite funny to listen to XP.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgRj6CITgj8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgRj6CITgj8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372969186909743429-4125645272176303419?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4125645272176303419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=4125645272176303419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4125645272176303419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/4125645272176303419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/03/chenelle-and-jj_26.html' title='Che&apos;nelle and JJ??'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNesI2Gmp44/R-msO59_4ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTHrkKJ2ey4/s72-c/chenelle_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-1310882076249431455</id><published>2008-03-25T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:07:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>This is something I found on my really really really old blog. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Poetry Contest had come down to two, a Yale graduate and aredneck from Texas. They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given was "Timbuktu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly across the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;Trekked a lonely caravan;&lt;br /&gt;Men on camels, two by two&lt;br /&gt;Destination Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd went crazy! No way could the redneck top that, they thought.&lt;br /&gt;The redneck calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tim a huntin' went.&lt;br /&gt;Met three whores in a pop up tent.&lt;br /&gt;They was three, and we was two,&lt;br /&gt;So I bucked one, and Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck won hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-1310882076249431455?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1310882076249431455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=1310882076249431455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1310882076249431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/1310882076249431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372969186909743429.post-379048557248058730</id><published>2008-03-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:07:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus For A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey Guys!! I moved. Finally decided to create a blog of my own now. So yeah. You can get me here now instead of the old blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For your info guys, I'm gonna be leaving tomorrow which is the 26th of March. I'm going Kuching and will be back by 30th. Just a short holiday plus its that time again for us Buddhist to go pray for our late ancestors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chat you guys soon aight?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later Mate~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.Kuroro Lucifer.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4372969186909743429-379048557248058730?l=suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/379048557248058730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372969186909743429&amp;postID=379048557248058730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/379048557248058730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372969186909743429/posts/default/379048557248058730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicide-is-critical.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-hiatus-for-while.html' title='On Hiatus For A While'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627292340977732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
