<?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-3027049852125041209</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:09:45.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Somebody told me that this is the place where everything's better and everything's safe.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1247782478646805048</id><published>2011-04-11T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:26:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every men`s life is determine by his decisions. You make a good one you've made a better future for yourself but you make a bad one and you're screwed. Real life and high school are two very different things you can make as many mistakes as you want in high school but when it comes to life you don't have the privilege or the luxury to make mistakes like that.... If you think what you see is what you get, then do me a favor and slap the fuck out of yourself back to reality. Life's a bitch, wake up and smell it. Face reality, do what you have to do to get by. Take matters in to your own hands, have a firm grip of your life cause you are not a kid anymore. GROW UP. Reason out your actions cause one day its gonna turnaround and fuck you right in the ass and all you can do is say "dude you were right man" or i could say " i told you so." things change don't be too sure to judge. Don't do something cause you want her to be happy, her to be secure do it cause you want both of you to be happy and secure for the wider picture. Don't go doing something stupid and later on regret it... Life bites and it bites hard. I know cause I fucking felt it. So take my advice, it may not be much but just be smart with the decisions that you`re making because that's how every men`s life is determined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1247782478646805048?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1247782478646805048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1247782478646805048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1247782478646805048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1247782478646805048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-mens-life-is-determine-by-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-5902918445906894592</id><published>2011-02-15T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:52:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I must have missed it a day or two&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know it must have meant a lot to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Others may see that I’m not good for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other may say he’s nothing but a lazy tool&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it’s been hard to have me in your life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you’ve also made many sacrifice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ve been there with me through thick and thin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know why I’m still caving in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I must have lost my sight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A light that seem so dull yet now so bright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your love has made its mark on me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For that is your love and will forever be what I see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope our love will stay constantly true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I hope to be your only fool&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fool for life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fool for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing is amazing as being with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-5902918445906894592?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/5902918445906894592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=5902918445906894592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5902918445906894592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5902918445906894592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2011/02/font-face-font-family-cambria-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8645925008954327551</id><published>2010-04-23T06:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:52:54.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ain't gonna try no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all these distraction&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8645925008954327551?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8645925008954327551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8645925008954327551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8645925008954327551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8645925008954327551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-aint-gonna-try-no-more-im-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1281246724768214163</id><published>2010-04-21T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:39:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to love you&lt;br /&gt;and shower you with care&lt;br /&gt;i want to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;even when you don't want me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be yours&lt;br /&gt;make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;i`ll stand in front of a car for you&lt;br /&gt;if that's what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;hoping. wishing&lt;br /&gt;you'll want me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes things don't go well&lt;br /&gt;as planned&lt;br /&gt;sometimes third parties come&lt;br /&gt;into hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're spending minutes&lt;br /&gt;and crossing states&lt;br /&gt;its killing me to think&lt;br /&gt;am i getting played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;i'd give you my soul&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you this cause its&lt;br /&gt;not just for show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;i deeply do&lt;br /&gt;question is&lt;br /&gt;do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1281246724768214163?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1281246724768214163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1281246724768214163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1281246724768214163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1281246724768214163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-love-you-and-shower-you-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3997619069456795917</id><published>2010-04-20T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:34:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your face says what it says.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes they speak with mine,&lt;br /&gt;I know just what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;to make you smile awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words they say too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love comes in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3997619069456795917?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3997619069456795917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3997619069456795917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3997619069456795917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3997619069456795917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-face-says-what-it-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-5196039299469534076</id><published>2010-04-08T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:00:27.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why have you been flying by?&lt;br /&gt;you better come back tonight, alone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to somehow let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i believe in more than us&lt;br /&gt;nothing is real without you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-5196039299469534076?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/5196039299469534076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=5196039299469534076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5196039299469534076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5196039299469534076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-have-you-been-flying-by-you-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4530284363723134687</id><published>2010-04-05T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:37:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;But the strength i have is washing away.&lt;br /&gt;It wont be long,&lt;br /&gt;before i get you by my side&lt;br /&gt;and just.....&lt;br /&gt;hold you,&lt;br /&gt;tease you,&lt;br /&gt;squeeze you and all thats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4530284363723134687?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4530284363723134687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4530284363723134687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4530284363723134687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4530284363723134687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-trying-to-be-strong-but-strength-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1874133325055342661</id><published>2010-03-27T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:21:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss your lips,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I even miss,&lt;br /&gt;The times we got wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your neck.&lt;br /&gt;I love it most,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your touch,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you close.&lt;br /&gt;I even miss,&lt;br /&gt;Your stuffy nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way our hands touch,&lt;br /&gt;I even miss the way you shock me, much(static)&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like this will never fade,&lt;br /&gt;For you and I were meant to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1874133325055342661?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1874133325055342661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1874133325055342661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1874133325055342661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1874133325055342661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-your-lips-i-miss-your-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-9027089865848172475</id><published>2010-03-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:04:03.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quitting is out of the question&lt;br /&gt;When it gets tough&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fight some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-9027089865848172475?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/9027089865848172475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=9027089865848172475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/9027089865848172475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/9027089865848172475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/03/quitting-is-out-of-question-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1047623396114172536</id><published>2010-02-18T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:46:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Math</title><content type='html'>I fear that i`ll always be,&lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root 3.&lt;br /&gt;A 3 is all that's good and right,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my 3 keep out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a vicious square root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a 9.&lt;br /&gt;For 9 could thwart this evil tricks,&lt;br /&gt;With just some quick arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never see the sun,&lt;br /&gt;As 1.7321.&lt;br /&gt;Such as my reality,&lt;br /&gt;A sad irrationality.&lt;br /&gt;When hark!&lt;br /&gt;What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a 3.&lt;br /&gt;As quietly come waltzing by,&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Form a number we prefer,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer.&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bond,&lt;br /&gt;With the wave of magic wands.&lt;br /&gt;Our square roots signs become unglued,&lt;br /&gt;The love for me has been renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1047623396114172536?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1047623396114172536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1047623396114172536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1047623396114172536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1047623396114172536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-math.html' title='I love Math'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1325260853471142734</id><published>2010-02-02T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:07:36.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've changed so much,&lt;br /&gt;And now I've come to see.&lt;br /&gt;That being this someone,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't how it was suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Turning it around.&lt;br /&gt;To let everyone out there,&lt;br /&gt;Know I'll be there to pull them off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving up all my bad habits,&lt;br /&gt;As the start.&lt;br /&gt;Letting everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;There's room in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1325260853471142734?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1325260853471142734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1325260853471142734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1325260853471142734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1325260853471142734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-changed-so-much-and-now-ive-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-615961443355636577</id><published>2010-01-27T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:00:53.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because its zero gravity with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You once said that, it was my decision to stick around or live the life that I lead without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'd stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment... I meant every word of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but still mean every word I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe in an ordinary fairy tail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a promise of an almost perfect happy end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just short of that... its better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go on loving you, waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no one out there that I rather be with, than with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-615961443355636577?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/615961443355636577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=615961443355636577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/615961443355636577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/615961443355636577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-its-zero-gravity-with-you.html' title='Because its zero gravity with you'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8318701050024326985</id><published>2010-01-25T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:26:38.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and just ladies I would like to present to you a brand new line of clothing.....&lt;br /&gt;It is trendy, it is reasonable, and it could be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more of this trendy new look please visit: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.janlevin.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those staying in Petaling Jaya, you have been given the opportunity to try and feel the fabric before purchase for FREE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please contact muah..... plus chinese new year is around the conner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8318701050024326985?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8318701050024326985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8318701050024326985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8318701050024326985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8318701050024326985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-me.html' title='VISIT ME!!!!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1474983601433571738</id><published>2010-01-10T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:17:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I look up into the sky... I've got you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1474983601433571738?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1474983601433571738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1474983601433571738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1474983601433571738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1474983601433571738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/01/everytime-i-look-up-into-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7387526808392787456</id><published>2010-01-06T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:24:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother from another mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I can tell you everything, there's nothing to hide,&lt;br /&gt;You were there to listen, even when I cried.&lt;br /&gt;You never care what people think,&lt;br /&gt;We work out everything, even the little kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get to say what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to make a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me, though it may not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all so hard for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't do it in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;You've gained my respect and my trust,&lt;br /&gt;You know without saying, for who I lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best guy that I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship, I'll forever be in debt.&lt;br /&gt;I think so highly of you I just thought you should know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you, forever, even when you're feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something should happen, to me or you,&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's time you knew.&lt;br /&gt;You're on top of my list in everything,&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand the joy you bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my heart and life and all I do,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say... "THANK YOU!"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7387526808392787456?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7387526808392787456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7387526808392787456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7387526808392787456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7387526808392787456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2010/01/brother-from-another-mother.html' title='Brother from another mother'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7448570329245855613</id><published>2009-12-23T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:21:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;IF MISSING YOU COULD BLACKEN STARS,&lt;br /&gt;   THERE'D BE NO MIDNIGHT SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF MISSING YOU COULD MAKE IT RAIN,&lt;br /&gt;   THE SEAS WOULD OVERFLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF MISSING YOU COULD MAKE IT HOT,&lt;br /&gt;   THERE'D BE DESERTS ALL AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF MISSING YOU COULD SILENCE NOISE,&lt;br /&gt;   THE EARTH WOULD HAVE NO SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO I GO NOW DREAMING OF&lt;br /&gt;   WHEN I'M HOLDING AND KISSING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ONLY GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH IT HURTS&lt;br /&gt;   WHEN, MY LOVE, I'M MISSING YOU.&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7448570329245855613?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7448570329245855613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7448570329245855613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7448570329245855613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7448570329245855613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-missing-you-could-blacken-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2586785333203230443</id><published>2009-11-30T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:14:04.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't hardly wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;     I want to see you standing&lt;br /&gt;in the moonlight, late one night.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and say, my love for you is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I want to kiss your lips, again,&lt;br /&gt;and touch your silky skin.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wrap you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;so this loneliness finally ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You are the breath and drink I take,&lt;br /&gt;each day I might live.&lt;br /&gt;You are the love that dwells in me,&lt;br /&gt;and I want so much to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I want to give you everything,&lt;br /&gt;my heart, my love, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sweet love to you,&lt;br /&gt;till we have both grown old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The scent of you is everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;as if you are still here.&lt;br /&gt;I long to lie beside you now,&lt;br /&gt;but can only shed a tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This love we share is a lasting love,&lt;br /&gt;I know this in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, my love, you will be mine,&lt;br /&gt;and never have to part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Until that time I will think of you,&lt;br /&gt;in the moonlight shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;Then in my mind hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;until the morning light&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2586785333203230443?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2586785333203230443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2586785333203230443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2586785333203230443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2586785333203230443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-hardly-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t hardly wait'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2246056901166694365</id><published>2009-11-21T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:11:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too close for comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;How can you love someone so much,   &lt;br /&gt;that the thought of losing her shakes your entire world?&lt;br /&gt;To know someone for so little time,&lt;br /&gt;and, yet, be so deeply infatuated with her...&lt;br /&gt;When she holds me, all I want... is to stop time,&lt;br /&gt;to close my eyes and savor every inch of her embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Tender, warm, wonderful... She is wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;There aren't enough hours in the day to be by her side.&lt;br /&gt;Like an addict, I memorize every move, every emotion,&lt;br /&gt;every gaze, every touch.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way her head fits perfectly&lt;br /&gt;in the curve of my shoulder and neck,&lt;br /&gt;I love her smell, the sound of my name on her lips,&lt;br /&gt;I love to know that I make her laugh...&lt;br /&gt;And so, it's too soon to know&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I know myself....&lt;br /&gt;That this is love, that this is it,&lt;br /&gt;That she's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2246056901166694365?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2246056901166694365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2246056901166694365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2246056901166694365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2246056901166694365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-you-love-someone-so-much-that.html' title='Too close for comfort'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3239445835595706709</id><published>2009-11-17T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:30:40.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to but I want to... its confusing enough as it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3239445835595706709?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3239445835595706709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3239445835595706709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3239445835595706709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3239445835595706709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-but-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2177988811315391759</id><published>2009-10-27T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:44:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO VERY SORRY TO ALL MAN UTD FANS... BUT NOW CHELSEA IS BACK ON TOP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2177988811315391759?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2177988811315391759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2177988811315391759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2177988811315391759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2177988811315391759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-delayed.html' title='Much Delayed'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7218031773649763001</id><published>2009-10-05T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:00:19.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO ALL MY LIVERPOOL FRIEND'S WHO ARE FANS........ KNOW THAT YOU'LL NEVER! WALK ALONE xD THE CHELSEA FANS ARE RIGHT BEHIND TAUNTING YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7218031773649763001?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7218031773649763001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7218031773649763001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7218031773649763001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7218031773649763001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-all-my-liverpool-friends-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4813533875189525872</id><published>2009-09-13T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:20:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" To die, to sleep; To sleep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                   perchance to dream.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           For in that sleep of death what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                             dreams may come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4813533875189525872?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4813533875189525872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4813533875189525872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4813533875189525872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4813533875189525872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-die-to-sleep-to-sleep-perchance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3991119706738351147</id><published>2009-08-26T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:42:49.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingering thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sitting here all by myself just trying to think of something to do..... I'm trying to think something, anything just to keep me from thinking of you.. But you know its not working out, cause your all that's on my mind. One thought of you is all it take to leave the rest of the world behind.  2.20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here trying to convince myself that you're not the one for me.. The more I think, the less I believe and the more I want you here with me. 5.36pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here trying to entertain myself with this old guitar... But with all my inspiration gone, its not getting me very far... I look around my room and everything, I see reminds me of you. 8.42pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3991119706738351147?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3991119706738351147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3991119706738351147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3991119706738351147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3991119706738351147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/08/lingering-thoughts.html' title='Lingering thoughts'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4457245083656368775</id><published>2009-06-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:03:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are my chances with you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Chances are, we’ll never meet&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never kiss your face.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, I’ll never feel&lt;br /&gt;Your lips or warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’ll feel the softness of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, I’ll never smell&lt;br /&gt;Any fragrance you might wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you’re among&lt;br /&gt;The many that I see.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, I’ve glanced at you&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you’ve even looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you danced with him&lt;br /&gt;So, I admired you from afar.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, late that night&lt;br /&gt;I wished for you upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you live in my head&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve dreamed you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;But I pray to God I’m wrong...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4457245083656368775?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4457245083656368775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4457245083656368775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4457245083656368775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4457245083656368775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-are-my-chances-with-you.html' title='What are my chances with you....'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-6041350871862525482</id><published>2009-06-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:02:43.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Broken Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I came to you&lt;br /&gt;You asked me how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with you&lt;br /&gt;You asked me what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important&lt;br /&gt;For you to know&lt;br /&gt;How I always feel&lt;br /&gt;What I always think&lt;br /&gt;When it is equally, if not,&lt;br /&gt;Far more important&lt;br /&gt;For me to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you actually feel&lt;br /&gt;What you actually think&lt;br /&gt;At any given moment&lt;br /&gt;             place&lt;br /&gt;               or time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that's been&lt;br /&gt;Said and done&lt;br /&gt;Why do we still&lt;br /&gt;Have to play&lt;br /&gt;This silly game of&lt;br /&gt;You-hide-and-I-go-seek?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hiding?&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-6041350871862525482?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/6041350871862525482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=6041350871862525482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6041350871862525482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6041350871862525482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/06/foolish-broken-heart.html' title='Foolish Broken Heart!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8167082551509875267</id><published>2009-05-27T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:28:47.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't we make it Three!!! Bitch!</title><content type='html'>First my Economics Test now... English presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Some fucking change... big change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8167082551509875267?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8167082551509875267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8167082551509875267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8167082551509875267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8167082551509875267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-dont-we-make-it-three-bitch.html' title='Why don&apos;t we make it Three!!! Bitch!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-6230095874130902760</id><published>2009-05-17T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:28:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 141</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For they in thee a thousand errors note;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But 'this my heart that loves what they despise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who in despite of view is please to dote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Meaning&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear, I don't love you with my eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They notice a thousand flaws in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rather, it's my heart that loves what my eyes despise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite what you look like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my heart dotes on 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/3027049852125041209-6230095874130902760?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/6230095874130902760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=6230095874130902760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6230095874130902760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6230095874130902760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonnet-141.html' title='Sonnet 141'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-6761005560930141501</id><published>2009-04-26T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:10:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My mistake was actually believing that I could change you for the better.&lt;br /&gt;You are such an asshole who can never learn.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally given up on trying to help you change so fuck off."&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/3027049852125041209-6761005560930141501?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/6761005560930141501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=6761005560930141501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6761005560930141501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6761005560930141501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mistake-was-actually-believing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-613135164238910982</id><published>2009-03-30T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:10:17.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She could have been, would have been but shouldn't be you</title><content type='html'>First day of college today, I've got to tell you it feels great. It's exactly the kind of feeling that I've been dying to feel, meeting people from different areas of  the Klang valley its just great.  So far it appears that I'm the only Seaparkian there, which I think is a good thing I can start out fresh, brand new without anything holding me back "Cause the old me is dead and gone"- Justin Timberlake/T.I....... Finally a new chapter in my life has finally began as I watch all my bitterness burn. I've been trapped in the past for too long so I'm moving on with my life and setting aside all emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you find strenght in your moments of weakness,&lt;br /&gt;for once I'm at peace with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-613135164238910982?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/613135164238910982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=613135164238910982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/613135164238910982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/613135164238910982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-could-have-been-would-have-been-but.html' title='She could have been, would have been but shouldn&apos;t be you'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2860080378511544996</id><published>2009-03-18T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:13:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's funny, how you protect the things that don't matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2860080378511544996?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2860080378511544996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2860080378511544996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2860080378511544996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2860080378511544996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-funny-how-you-protect-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4866413208514183404</id><published>2009-02-15T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:59:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The buttons on my phone are worn thin&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.&lt;br /&gt;But I've broken all my promises to you&lt;br /&gt;I've broken all my promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrasing that's a single tear,&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than I ever feared&lt;br /&gt;And you were left feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Because these days aren't easy&lt;br /&gt;Like they have been once before&lt;br /&gt;These days aren't easy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;To me, to me, to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known this wasn't real&lt;br /&gt;And fought it off and fought to feel&lt;br /&gt;What matters most? Everything&lt;br /&gt;That you feel while listening to every word that I sing.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4866413208514183404?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4866413208514183404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4866413208514183404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4866413208514183404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4866413208514183404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/02/buttons-on-my-phone-are-worn-thin-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-161121739794543664</id><published>2009-02-12T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:25:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SZQwhunKrDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-x2sAG3HwYI/s1600-h/n660659228_1256808_4338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301916017328041010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SZQwhunKrDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-x2sAG3HwYI/s320/n660659228_1256808_4338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This here is my dearest cousin. Her name is Kirly kinda whirly isn't it? She's 18 years old or soon to be. Love to play basketball you can say almost as good as I am =] She's single, loves playing the guitar and just plainly fun to be around. Love you, cousin where are the other pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-161121739794543664?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/161121739794543664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=161121739794543664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/161121739794543664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/161121739794543664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-here-is-my-dearest-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SZQwhunKrDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-x2sAG3HwYI/s72-c/n660659228_1256808_4338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3100906201782678577</id><published>2009-02-12T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:10:06.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't play on broken strings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That your heart don't want to feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can't tell me something that ain't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth hurts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lies worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you give anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you love me a little less than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3100906201782678577?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3100906201782678577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3100906201782678577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3100906201782678577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3100906201782678577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8023783845245450068</id><published>2009-02-04T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:51:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh you! ANG PAO  mari-mari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLM9q9ViI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hzAOoWsN8Zo/s1600-h/DSC06726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849122663355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLM9q9ViI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hzAOoWsN8Zo/s320/DSC06726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNrG-vaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2rX1jRgbWnQ/s1600-h/DSC06850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849134860484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNrG-vaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2rX1jRgbWnQ/s320/DSC06850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNVbOcXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DzjFDIveWls/s1600-h/DSC06791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849129039819122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNVbOcXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DzjFDIveWls/s320/DSC06791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNPkkz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SSMvi0QGSYA/s1600-h/DSC06779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849127468421010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNPkkz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SSMvi0QGSYA/s320/DSC06779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister (EH!! Bull la do the bullshit face!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNH5296I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3EsT6eGJ3FM/s1600-h/DSC06734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849125410207650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLNH5296I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3EsT6eGJ3FM/s320/DSC06734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we lovely? =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3027049852125041209-8023783845245450068?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8023783845245450068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8023783845245450068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8023783845245450068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8023783845245450068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh-you-ang-pao-marr-mari.html' title='Eh you! ANG PAO  mari-mari'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SYlLM9q9ViI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hzAOoWsN8Zo/s72-c/DSC06726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4942054997925262112</id><published>2009-01-23T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:52:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SXloxNQCgnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ACsfv1Lu20g/s1600-h/broga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294378031530541682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SXloxNQCgnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ACsfv1Lu20g/s320/broga1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIYUMI YANAGI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/3027049852125041209-4942054997925262112?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4942054997925262112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4942054997925262112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4942054997925262112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4942054997925262112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-miyumi-yanagi.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SXloxNQCgnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ACsfv1Lu20g/s72-c/broga1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7489568597334449157</id><published>2009-01-14T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:41:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering if you're soundly asleep yet</title><content type='html'>As I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dream of your smile&lt;br /&gt;just being with you&lt;br /&gt;makes life worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;and brushing your lips&lt;br /&gt;as your beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;passes through my finger tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on my bed and pray.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I'll be with you another day,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what you do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be true to you...&lt;br /&gt;this I offer from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;with all these things&lt;br /&gt;we shall never part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7489568597334449157?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7489568597334449157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7489568597334449157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7489568597334449157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7489568597334449157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/01/wondering-if-youre-soundly-asleep-yet.html' title='Wondering if you&apos;re soundly asleep yet'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7600623821350902969</id><published>2009-01-12T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:35:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay with me, Stay alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWthwPnJFII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hpaOAt4MSWk/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429668729099394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWthwPnJFII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hpaOAt4MSWk/s320/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a breath, I pull myself together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another step until I reach the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I could tell you something to take it all away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't give up 'til it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it takes you forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429883512029954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWth8vvYgwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rQ-HRPQSc2w/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I hear your voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's drowning in the whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just skin and bones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing left to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no matter what I do,I can't make you feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could find the answer to help me understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't give up 'til it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it takes you forever, I want you to know that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you fall, stumble down, I'll pick you up off the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you lose faith in you, I'll give you strength to pull through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you won't give up,'Cause I'll be waiting if you fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I'll be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430803187971202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtiyRzNtII/AAAAAAAAAKE/7GGXXFkDvVU/s320/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could find the answer to take it all away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't give up 'til it's over.If it takes you forever, I want you to know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could save you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could save you..&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/3027049852125041209-7600623821350902969?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7600623821350902969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7600623821350902969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7600623821350902969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7600623821350902969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-with-me-stay-alive.html' title='Stay with me, Stay alive'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWthwPnJFII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hpaOAt4MSWk/s72-c/DSC03429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1062348463382871308</id><published>2009-01-12T21:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:21:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 / Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtM1vVhH0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/LWyEt1WDpag/s1600-h/DSC06376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290406673400274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtM1vVhH0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/LWyEt1WDpag/s320/DSC06376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day of days, the day where Mr. Tan Khin Xian gets a little bit older, a little bit wiser , a little bit happier, a little bit less emo, a little bit luckier... I think? Anyway, on that day of days I was accompanied by my dearest Hannah.(Slave for a day) So yea, I pretty much got to do anything with her and so I did =] We had to apparently pay to cook our own food... I mean how cool can that be xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290426370349152850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtewQMFOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zGTHCVj-lpc/s320/DSC06389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we headed to Jusco, shopped alittle didn't really get anything though I thought we should have... Anyway, after Jusco we ended up at the Batting cages knock the crap out of some balls which was pretty awesome!!! Hannah managed to hit five!... Guys out there beware. Onwards.. We headed for pool and then MPH and last but not least a Movie =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290421365552640866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtaM73m82I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TR8cWRbZx6M/s320/DSC06397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the way back from dinner with extended family =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422520764023362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtbQLXdwkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zAGUNs2pf20/s320/DSC06439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had a sushi bar party which was mainly for my sister and my sister's friend but yea I was kinda sorta included... Had some of my friends over which was pretty cool don't usually have this kinds of things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424313125413794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtc4gbuI6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rgavEOnQ3Pg/s320/DSC06483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, all of you for coming and for the wonderful gifts ='] Love you guys =]&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/3027049852125041209-1062348463382871308?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1062348463382871308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1062348463382871308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1062348463382871308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1062348463382871308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/01/18-party.html' title='18 / Party'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWtM1vVhH0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/LWyEt1WDpag/s72-c/DSC06376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-731156390727903181</id><published>2009-01-07T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:40:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Birthday Detonation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHECK.... CHECK.... CHECK.... CHECK IT OUT YALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288467759166315426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWRpaE8226I/AAAAAAAAAJE/crXweBe0Cco/s320/nike-jordan-flight-23-white-blue-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for a normal birthday T.T ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Jay my dearest brother.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!!!!! All though you're miles and miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that you're right next to me right now... Beating the shit out of me for saying all these mushy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care of yourself =]&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/3027049852125041209-731156390727903181?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/731156390727903181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=731156390727903181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/731156390727903181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/731156390727903181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-birthday-detonation.html' title='Pre-Birthday Detonation'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SWRpaE8226I/AAAAAAAAAJE/crXweBe0Cco/s72-c/nike-jordan-flight-23-white-blue-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8368874870002269700</id><published>2008-12-27T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:26:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH LALA O,O</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475230782229970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SVY6OVsgDdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3t40B-7PQNg/s320/hyperdunk-mcfly-2015-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SVY6TKDGU4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IH47uHho8SI/s1600-h/kobe-olympics-nike-hyperdunk-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475313555133314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SVY6TKDGU4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IH47uHho8SI/s320/kobe-olympics-nike-hyperdunk-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just look at it OMG.... Makes my heart stop beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me love love love love love love love love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DUPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PAWSOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KIND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHOE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/3027049852125041209-8368874870002269700?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8368874870002269700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8368874870002269700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8368874870002269700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8368874870002269700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-lala-oo.html' title='OH LALA O,O'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SVY6OVsgDdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3t40B-7PQNg/s72-c/hyperdunk-mcfly-2015-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-5590153781902739584</id><published>2008-12-26T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:26:00.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EMILY WONG HUI CHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAS MADE ON THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;26.12.1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-5590153781902739584?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/5590153781902739584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=5590153781902739584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5590153781902739584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5590153781902739584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/emily-wong-hui-ching-was-made-on-26.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7697948458690181709</id><published>2008-12-26T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:28:51.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Christmas</title><content type='html'>My idea of a perfect christmas is to spend it with you....&lt;br /&gt;In a party or a dinner for two&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere would do...&lt;br /&gt;Looking through some old photograph&lt;br /&gt;Faces and friends we always remember&lt;br /&gt;Watching busy shoppers rushing about...&lt;br /&gt;In the cool breeze of December..&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling lights all over town&lt;br /&gt;By the christmas tree.... A shower of stars dust on your hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7697948458690181709?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7697948458690181709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7697948458690181709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7697948458690181709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7697948458690181709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-christmas.html' title='A Perfect Christmas'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1058168322330534606</id><published>2008-12-19T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:33:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my dear friend Adrian Chong manage to finally experience the feel of meeting a snatch theif.... Well it was out of a sudden no one expected something like this to happen at 12 in the afternoon. I mean it's broad daylight.... Anyway, highlight of the day is We Got Into A Police Car!!!!!!!!!!! It was so cool... bloody bastards on the siren just so they could cut traffic xD felt good I think besides the point where everyone else were looking at us as though we were criminals xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281509064609685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUuwgvoQ4II/AAAAAAAAAH8/yJBDCpZPbaw/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOOK!!!!!!!!!! WE WERE IN THE FREAKING POLICE CAR!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1058168322330534606?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1058168322330534606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1058168322330534606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1058168322330534606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1058168322330534606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-my-dear-friend-adrian-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUuwgvoQ4II/AAAAAAAAAH8/yJBDCpZPbaw/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8216937384190876872</id><published>2008-12-19T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:50:11.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.12.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUulzrHegQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OFppuczunpk/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281497295188033794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUulzrHegQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OFppuczunpk/s320/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They don't know what they're in for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know this post is a little too late but hell it's my blog... I'll do whatever I want with it. On the 8th of December a bunch of my classmates and myself took a bus up to Genting Highlands, it was all cool except the fact that my nose would stop running and my sore throat just kept getting worst... Other than that it was all fun and games screaming our lungs out on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SELERO SHOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It wasn't must of a big deal to me cause I've got on that ride a long long time ago xD there was one of my friends though that said he had "Heart problem" also known as CHICKEN SHIT! and yes that would be my dear friend Chu Soon Wei &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The worst part is he thinks he is as good as Christiano Ronaldo)&lt;/span&gt;.... I've totally got nothing to say to that guy xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281494571058693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUujVG8bhNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lM_JUBN-qWM/s320/DSC04962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving on, basically he is the main purpose why I'm blogging about this.... Let put it in this way, he was the highlight of the day..... Ok back on track... after the terrifying SELERO SHOT we headed of to this roller coaster called COCKSCREW it was too bad i didn't manage to get on that ride had to look after the bags but its alright wouldn't want my mucus flying and splatting over everyone's faces xD... and guess what happen this time.... The same guy chickened out again and tried to make a run for it. Thankfully My Black Ass was there to shove him into his seat xD What a woose... haihz.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Cockscrew..... we headed to this ride which involves splashing and water stuff like that... it wasn't for me I mean.... i'm already freezing my ass off and you want me to get wet... Geezzz I maybe dumb but not that dumb xD.... Anyway, some of us decided not to go for that ride where else the other took 2 whole hours just for their turn, thats MADNESS! Total madness...Anyway as it came to their turn I just so happen to have taken to best picture of Soon Wei xD this guy is totally gut-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281503671901712530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUurm2OfcJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yF8oUoj_Dss/s320/DSC04816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zoom in to get a closer look it's priceless xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504366007786162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUusPP-RmrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1qo44d8QgZc/s320/DSC04825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last ride of the day basically this ride was build just so you can scream for the fun of it... It's not scary or anything but.... I don't know xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281729591718797618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUx5FHIRYTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vVVkQQokGjA/s320/DSC04960.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had the time of our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8216937384190876872?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8216937384190876872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8216937384190876872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8216937384190876872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8216937384190876872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/08122008.html' title='08.12.2008'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SUulzrHegQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OFppuczunpk/s72-c/DSC04726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-516179528718209721</id><published>2008-12-14T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:34:41.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas List, I Think?</title><content type='html'>Santa is coming tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I want a car, and I want a life&lt;br /&gt;And I want a first class trip to Hawaii I want a lifetime supply&lt;br /&gt;Of skittles &amp;amp; slurpees and Eskimo pies&lt;br /&gt;I want a DVD, A big screen TV&lt;br /&gt;Just bring me things that I don't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz now it's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And I want everything I just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Christmas So don't stop spending&lt;br /&gt;I want a million gifts, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my Christmas list tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take me away&lt;br /&gt;Or give me a time machine&lt;br /&gt;To take me straight to midnight I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I want a girl in my bed,who knows what to do (just kidding) xD&lt;br /&gt;A PlayStation 2&lt;br /&gt;I want a shopping spree In New York City&lt;br /&gt;Just bring me things that I don't need&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-516179528718209721?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/516179528718209721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=516179528718209721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/516179528718209721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/516179528718209721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-list-i-think.html' title='My Christmas List, I Think?'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2482293671097399358</id><published>2008-12-08T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:05.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky: Preparation meets opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're reading this..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just want you to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm missing you every step of the way =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I miss all of it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you when I get back =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2482293671097399358?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2482293671097399358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2482293671097399358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2482293671097399358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2482293671097399358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky-preparation-meets-opportunity.html' title='Lucky: Preparation meets opportunity'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7554669616777468758</id><published>2008-12-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:19:47.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart, my feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STfxBjWw9qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/j6hypQRGIf8/s1600-h/DSC04612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950497460713122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STfxBjWw9qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/j6hypQRGIf8/s320/DSC04612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look my latest injury.... Haha and I've to attend prom with this heart shaped thingi at the back of my heel..... On the brighter side I've got a Hot Hot Date.... Hehehe!  Oh can't wait to she her in that dress of hers... It kinda kills not being able to picture your date in that sexy black dress OLALA! xD Anyway, more to come after prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Oh date of mine please don't screw me over after you read this xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7554669616777468758?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7554669616777468758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7554669616777468758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7554669616777468758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7554669616777468758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-my-feet.html' title='My heart, my feet'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STfxBjWw9qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/j6hypQRGIf8/s72-c/DSC04612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1919450376425086871</id><published>2008-12-03T00:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:27:01.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Is Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random-Ness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242277281103842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVs5tl2f-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ekHX7y3vUFM/s320/DSC04553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my class. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242840085983874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVtaeM_coI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cxZ5O-ffMVQ/s320/DSC04558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what I see on my left&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242557391777010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVtKBFcLPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IavhclegaG8/s320/DSC04557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see up front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241994223867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVspPHv16I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FoX5zICCMKU/s320/DSC04556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is what I see when I day dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well as for some of us SPM just ended *SCREAM! , SHOUT! , DO WHATEVER THATS LOUD!* As for me.... all I did was visit my dear friend Lim Jun Yan the guy in my previous post to have alil fun with his XBOX 360 Oh gosh!!!!!!! I want one..... Anyway after that we decided to "UN-GATALKAN KAKI" sound so wrong... So we headed of to grace field where me myself Tan Khin Xian the fragile guy nearly got his hands ripped off by the one, the only Sean Mervin Lukaz Klaudius xD Anyway here are some of the pictures while anxiously waiting for the second paper to start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238645759280962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVpmVHlB0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DfM3LMykbec/s320/DSC04571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is my FUFU a.k.a Xuan Xian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238240321424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVpOuvqTQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/858oNzs6UnQ/s320/DSC04560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275239594504906898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVqdjeKaJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUoQo4Zv_MA/s320/DSC04579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Don`t they look GAY!!! BWAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian you naughty girl it's not polite to stare at nipples xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275245130333236626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVvfyCfLZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qwCD_65aEDU/s320/DSC04584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3027049852125041209-1919450376425086871?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1919450376425086871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1919450376425086871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1919450376425086871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1919450376425086871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-is-gone.html' title='Yesterday Is Gone...'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/STVs5tl2f-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ekHX7y3vUFM/s72-c/DSC04553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7332561728300891460</id><published>2008-11-27T13:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:23:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother..........the mole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273216232175889330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SS46OXaq67I/AAAAAAAAAFc/VO7-WNZkwRc/s320/kayj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tan Khin Juan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my brother as for most people would say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Well I still think its a freaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lizard shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; xD... Apparently its your birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! How exciting....... Jackass humphf can't even call back to ask us to wish you LOL!... I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273215901529161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SS457HqWQGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUYooUuLZUY/s320/DSC04675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've always been there to look out for me when I'm in need and I just wanna say, that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOOOOVEEEEE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the bottom of my heart. You've just been so loving and caring in your own way eventhough it physically hurts me most of the time, but HEY! thats what brotherly love is all about right? Punching, Kicking, Smacking, Slapping, Whipping one another. Anyway, I'm very lucky to have a brother like you........ I think, Heh =] Cheers! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273215466754442114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SS45hz_-g4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kWqfyH86FC8/s320/2+brothers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BALDIES!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273215776015258466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SS45z0FgE2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xSAKc8Jrbyw/s320/CNY2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Come on home Jay,&lt;strong&gt; W&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you =']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7332561728300891460?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7332561728300891460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7332561728300891460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7332561728300891460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7332561728300891460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tan-khin-juan-my-brother-as-for-most.html' title='My brother..........the mole'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SS46OXaq67I/AAAAAAAAAFc/VO7-WNZkwRc/s72-c/kayj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7790002914393773244</id><published>2008-11-21T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:33:17.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MR. LIM JUN YAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;......&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KEPONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUKIT KEPONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARE IN THE SAME AREA!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I told you he comes up with the funniest shit ever) xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7790002914393773244?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7790002914393773244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7790002914393773244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7790002914393773244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7790002914393773244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-news-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3769516180713787970</id><published>2008-11-20T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:50:47.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will these follow through?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh, this is the start of something good&lt;br /&gt;Dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like this in so many moons&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;and we can build through this destruction&lt;br /&gt; As we are standing on our feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So, since you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to fallow through&lt;br /&gt;with every word you say&lt;br /&gt;and I, all I really want is you&lt;br /&gt;For you to stick around&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;but you have to fallow through&lt;br /&gt;These reeling emotions they just keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;they keep me in tune&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what im holding here in my fire&lt;br /&gt;this is for you&lt;br /&gt;Am I too obvious to preach it?&lt;br /&gt;Your so hypnotic on my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3769516180713787970?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3769516180713787970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3769516180713787970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3769516180713787970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3769516180713787970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-these-follow-through.html' title='Will these follow through?'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3238753225936469529</id><published>2008-11-18T06:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:40:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADDITIONAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God help us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3238753225936469529?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3238753225936469529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3238753225936469529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3238753225936469529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3238753225936469529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7175253086769351988</id><published>2008-11-15T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:25:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stranger No....!?It`s Just Hannah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's study group can be defined in many ways such as fun, amazing, hilarious, productive, and my personal favourite &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masively good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... Today my usual study group got a big surprise... not really BIG but yea big in her own way. Her name may be able to rhyme with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bonanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and many more but I'd prefer it just Hannah...No not Hannah Montana from disney channel even better. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah May-Lee Wong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SMK Bandar Utama 1&lt;/span&gt;.Also can be defined as pretty, smart, proof that I wasn't all that good in science as I thought i was.Haihz........ Anyway, today it was pretty awesome 6 &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; and one "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" thats what my friends said..... xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well today we did science and add maths.... it was all cool we'd have this big arguement about light scattering and division...Gosh never argued so much with in the 5 minutes and as usual they proof me wrong. I suck bad!!! like really bad......Oh and something great happened we've got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more videos caught on the hidden camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all based on my dear &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anorexia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Jun Yan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You've just got to see what he does whenever, wherever there's music playing xD He comes up with the funniest shit ever.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, today ended with alil tiny, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inny,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;winny&lt;/span&gt; part of basketball. I just couldn't resist xP sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy I've yet to fail you again.... As for a special shout out, thanks for coming &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the guys are looking forward in seeing you again...........          Horny bastards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268826495166538450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SR6hyCuRYtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6FZSLxpwdV0/s320/1_875441075l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;World, meet &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/3027049852125041209-7175253086769351988?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7175253086769351988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SR6hyCuRYtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6FZSLxpwdV0/s72-c/1_875441075l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8471518482909780800</id><published>2008-11-06T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:46:48.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a fool, to be used as a tool</title><content type='html'>What better way to sum up my day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost,&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kick,&lt;br /&gt;When you're down,&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you,&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8471518482909780800?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8471518482909780800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8471518482909780800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8471518482909780800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8471518482909780800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-fool-to-be-used-as-tool.html' title='Such a fool, to be used as a tool'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-959432566174581221</id><published>2008-10-16T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:30:57.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely song</title><content type='html'>I still can recall, our last summer.&lt;br /&gt;I still see it all.&lt;br /&gt;Walks along the seine, laughing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Our last summer, memories that remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-959432566174581221?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3873710829710671673</id><published>2008-10-13T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:24:37.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just have a little faith</title><content type='html'>Yea I know, it kinds of feels like that right now.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure we'll have it once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3873710829710671673?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3873710829710671673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3873710829710671673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3873710829710671673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3873710829710671673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-have-little-faith.html' title='Just have a little faith'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4186126682605223386</id><published>2008-10-09T23:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:11:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, both my class and 5 Jasmine we're forced to attend a Career fair held in Kelana Jaya Sports Centre. Which was just perfect, I really really needed to wake up at 6.30 in the morning to attend some career fair which they've already organize in school 2 months back... Just perfect. We spend only 30-45 minutes in that all so very small hall and then we head back.... The only time any of us really enjoyed ourselfs is when people started camwhoring and posing. Here's an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255185495345192818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4rXWbV33I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6R4ODzd3b4E/s320/DSC04007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, today we had a really special guest that joined us today while taking a break after... breaking some sweat in the hall... Ever heard of Pn. Meena... yea she's a great teacher filled with sarcasm which makes it really cool to have her as my English teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255184177773589650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4qKqFytJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tixt_k4uWXc/s320/DSC03989.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's obviously the one in red among the guys xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the bus shots...&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool it's like we're almost family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255184875615171410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4qzRwMM1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ab00NwMh7fQ/s320/DSC04013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255186077429189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4r5O2-y_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y2llXKcKhAg/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And we end our day with gambling. It was pretty cool..... ever got five 9's before? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187024207847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4swV4mn4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/tG9AJ-jlldA/s320/DSC04030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4186126682605223386?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4186126682605223386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4186126682605223386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4186126682605223386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4186126682605223386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheels-on-bus.html' title='The wheels on the bus'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SO4rXWbV33I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6R4ODzd3b4E/s72-c/DSC04007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7263887227568000760</id><published>2008-09-28T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:45:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma thinks I'm in love</title><content type='html'>Today, my family and Mr. Goh had a wonderful family outting, bonding kinda of thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was all good and all except for the fact I didn't get my sleep after shooting hoops.....&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, after all the shouting, complaining , digging and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Yea thats how we do it, we a family yall thats how we roll..... xD.&lt;br /&gt; After 4 hours of work I decided to take a break, I sat infront of my mom and it came to me...&lt;br /&gt; I asked my mom" Hey! mom, I notice I haven't been taking my breakfast and skipping lunch for a very long time"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats wrong with me?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, I think you're in love.... O.o&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I think she's right... =\&lt;br /&gt;I don't think..... I've ever really been in love like this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7263887227568000760?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7263887227568000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7263887227568000760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7263887227568000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7263887227568000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/09/momma-thinks-im-in-love.html' title='Momma thinks I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8068840791569781943</id><published>2008-09-19T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:12:11.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl's Diary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER DIARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you,too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV.; he seemed distant and absent. Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I decided&lt;/span&gt; to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation&lt;br /&gt;but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is gonna be a disaster. ____________ _________ _________ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS DIARY=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chelsea drew with Manchester Utd.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! CHELSEA CHELSEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8068840791569781943?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8068840791569781943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8068840791569781943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8068840791569781943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8068840791569781943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-diary-vs-boys-diary-her-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8368953283111649530</id><published>2008-09-12T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:25:39.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D3 FORM?</title><content type='html'>Wondering about the title? YEAP I got 2 D3 forms in a day thanks to??? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKED UP INSIGNIFICANT BITCH PN. Zurina&lt;/span&gt;. As some of you may not know... I had a fight with her last Tuesday regarding the usage of liquid paper in our school compound. As you may know the form 5 students now are having trials... and the pressure is on as SPM is only around the block. During the trial papers to be exact during English paper 2, Pn. Zurina came in for relieve and the second she steps into the class everyone that were using liquid paper would hide it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I didn't really notice until she stood right infront of my desk, as her hand slowly reaches her hand toward my liquid paper. As my instincts told me to reach back out for it so I did and we were sort of having a tug-of-war during that time, I pulled away the liquid paper as hard as I could away from her. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Such a bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, as soon as I pulled away she reaches for my Identification Card. Rage filled me up like when water fills the submarine's ballast tank, I got up walked toward her and yelled at her. She got so terrified and got behind my Science teacher thats when I just walked back to my place to finish my paper, if it wasn't for my Science teacher Pn. Zur would probably be in her grave right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, I found out that Pn. Zur wrote a D3 form based on what happen and when I viewed her statement on what happen, I just couldn't hold in my anger anymore. She wrote that I lifted my hand on her and I was about to hit her or some shit like that. First of all, I never did raise my hand on her and if I did she wouldn't even be in school..... She put words into my actions which I never did commit and the discipline teacher is taking Pn. Zur's side I mean yea its my word agains a teachers who would he believe... So fine, I was ok with that at first... Then after that, I went back to class and decided to write an apology note.. I was wrong I admitted, I passed it on to her I didn't expect her to forgive me atleast just talk about it. She came back to me and said people don't apologise through notes. As soon as the second paper was over I walked over to her place and apologise and told her I wanted to talk about what she wrote in the D3 form that she summited in.... that things that she comment about how I treaten her life... which I never did, but I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, we talked for awhile and then I told her please don't exaggerate on what happen she replied, "I don't exaggerate". I stoned for awhile and said you are doing it right now.... Next thing i knew, she just came out and said "Do you want another D3 form" I stared down on her and said "Do whatever you want just make sure the truth is written down this time when you fill in this D3 form".  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thats all of it, I hope she burns in hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8368953283111649530?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8368953283111649530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8368953283111649530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8368953283111649530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8368953283111649530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/09/d3-form.html' title='D3 FORM?'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-675354594465395559</id><published>2008-09-06T00:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:44:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love is an exponent of me breathing</title><content type='html'>"How we met was due to fate and trying to be your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was way beyond my control".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Truth is, I want all the same things that you want. I do..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I want them with you, all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-675354594465395559?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/675354594465395559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=675354594465395559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/675354594465395559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/675354594465395559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-we-met-was-due-to-fate-and-trying.html' title='Your love is an exponent of me breathing'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1459773002016674714</id><published>2008-08-31T01:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:58:34.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SH!T !!! We stepped on Sh%t (I'm yours for the taking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240361499299110354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBBNxbXdI/AAAAAAAAADc/KlCA4qbHP9U/s320/DSC01027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you can guess this horrible picture was taken by a guy named Kim Ngiam a.k.a John. This picture was taken yesterday as we were on our way to dinner, we had a really long walk to Wong Kwok but it was worth it in the end. We pretty much spend the whole night together Emily and I walking through dark alleys, swinging ourselfs at the park, talking about dog poop and something about people mugging us... the usual stuff you know xD. As for John he had his fair share of fun eating at Prince Cafe it was all good. The night was great despite the fact that my leg was bleeding I still had a great night =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBHZqlt2I/AAAAAAAAADk/kVYLlVbMvms/s1600-h/DSC01028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOING&lt;/span&gt; OUT &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 29th of August I and a few random people decided to be dead historical heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I took the role as H.S Lee I thought, what the heck. Its not like anyone I know would be coming right.... That morning itself, one whole stretch of people I knew actually came to school all of us got nervous and all of a sudden everyone. Not just me but everyone "somehow" had blader problem. I laughed cause those who were wearing the Sari and all was asking around "How do I pee in this" xD. That was a real killer haihz.... As we got on stage we tried our best not to smile at anyone. Most of us failed, there were just too many people shouting and cheering which just makes you blush. We're all failures =\.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240361839572230098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBVBY3H9I/AAAAAAAAADs/hzdL7cFPZ4g/s320/DSC03667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First time in history all the historical hero's took a picture together and IN COLOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240362137033235986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBmVhF3hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q7LPupohX8A/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Another great performance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240362311852044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBwgxJLzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0cbV2qur1BQ/s320/DSC03692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ming zhe, oh Ming zhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll it's INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!! We're all suppose to be free... Yet here we are, stuck at home getting ready for the next world war. SPM . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1459773002016674714?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1459773002016674714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1459773002016674714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1459773002016674714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1459773002016674714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='SH!T !!! We stepped on Sh%t (I&apos;m yours for the taking)'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SLmBBNxbXdI/AAAAAAAAADc/KlCA4qbHP9U/s72-c/DSC01027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8037184744978681775</id><published>2008-08-18T15:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:52:25.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a joke......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKkpf6Pmv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bq53pOMSPn8/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235761669982306130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKkpf6Pmv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bq53pOMSPn8/s320/DSC03473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there's this guy he was a sad sad person.... He was born with only one testicle and so at the age of 14 his friend decided to give him a nickname ONE STONE. After all the teasing and insults, he got pissed of and warned everyone "The next one who calls me ONE STONE will get it". Two years later, a girl named blu bird just found out that everyone nicknamed him one stone so she yelled out his name ONE STONED hear it and brought her to the forest and raped her day and night until she died.... A month later, a girl named yellow bird came along and heard his nickname to and started to laugh ONE STONE go so angry and did the same thing to the previous girl. WHY didnt yellow bird die.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what the anwser was..... You can't kill two birds with one stone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't really funny but coming it coming from my mom was xD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway yesterday my class group decided to go for some SPM seminar at KBU, which I was really tempted to skip it and rush of to One Utama but decided not to... =] see what an angel I can be sometimes... The KBU hall was pretty packed and there were tones and tones of girls anywhere you turn..... My dear friend &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHEE GUAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was practically drooling over every single girl that passed by him xD..... Anyway after the seminar ended, we headed back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kar ling's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;house to see the PUPPIES!!!! they are so freaking cute and lovely!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235758544819116930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKkmqAGo24I/AAAAAAAAACk/-SQVQtRhL_o/s320/DSC03504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L:R= E.T, Laywon, Black, Drooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235759619576245986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKknoj4tLuI/AAAAAAAAACs/_c_Ex741QoE/s320/DSC03542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are they give tongue to tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235760605047899682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKkoh7DdRiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FghZimfsaJw/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;world meet ALBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8037184744978681775?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8037184744978681775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8037184744978681775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8037184744978681775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8037184744978681775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-joke.html' title='What a joke......'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKkpf6Pmv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Bq53pOMSPn8/s72-c/DSC03473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2108703562118285800</id><published>2008-08-17T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:09:15.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*pokes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hellooo. I know I've not been a very good sister. My apologies. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heres something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can stand by you when you're right,but a friend will stand by you even when you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend identifies himself when he calls, a real friend doesnt have to.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend says," What's new with you?"&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend says,"You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years.Get off your duff and do something about it."&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry.A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend doesnt know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend,when visiting,acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.A real friend expects to always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Just so you know that I'll always be here for you and dont keep every thing to yourself. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Its not healthy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2108703562118285800?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2108703562118285800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2108703562118285800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2108703562118285800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2108703562118285800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/08/pokes.html' title='*pokes*'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7976288245554447085</id><published>2008-08-15T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:03:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in transit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKWZA8FVmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/owESMKCCVxs/s1600-h/DSC07062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758383295634082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKWZA8FVmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/owESMKCCVxs/s320/DSC07062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two to one, static to the sound of you and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undone for the last time and there this was hiding at the bottom of your swimming pool some September and don't you think I wish I could stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lips give you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hear it, the jet engine through the center of the storm and I'm thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd Prefer not to be rescued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two to none roads that lead away from this, I'm following myself just this once and I've got spun. It appears you're spun as well It happens when you pay attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could take all year, but when it's quiet, does she hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jettisoned to the center of the storm and I'm thinking I Prefer not to be rescued Oh, I can feel her, she's dying just to keep me cool I'm finally numb, so please......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rescued... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7976288245554447085?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7976288245554447085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7976288245554447085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7976288245554447085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7976288245554447085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-in-transit.html' title='Everything in transit.'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SKWZA8FVmqI/AAAAAAAAACc/owESMKCCVxs/s72-c/DSC07062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8545272582538023458</id><published>2008-07-20T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:05:27.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look like things didn't turn out the way it should be.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are just too many stories and tales to be told =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hehe.... so tell you what I'll stop someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the time is right... other than that ADIOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8545272582538023458?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8545272582538023458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8545272582538023458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8545272582538023458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8545272582538023458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-i-lied.html' title='Ok I lied'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1230106323659771335</id><published>2008-07-20T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:34:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From: An Unkindness of Ravens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;A girl whose passion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;art and beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had change my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In that moment, my triumph was not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at the parking lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but simple clarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The realization that we were always been meant for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;each other and every instinct to the contrary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had... simply been a denial of the following truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was now and always be, in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Tough, Rare and Precious ) =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1230106323659771335?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1230106323659771335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1230106323659771335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1230106323659771335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1230106323659771335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-unkindness-of-ravens.html' title='From: An Unkindness of Ravens'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3291359109555411789</id><published>2008-07-16T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:29:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out brand new</title><content type='html'>What you're reading right now would be my last post for this year...&lt;br /&gt;To be exact until SPM is over.... So goodluck to everyone and&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;Buh Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3291359109555411789?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3291359109555411789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3291359109555411789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3291359109555411789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3291359109555411789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-out-brand-new.html' title='Coming out brand new'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2365467788044477651</id><published>2008-07-12T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:08:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Out Loud</title><content type='html'>Is it impossible to love anyone else but you?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get over you. Could this possibly be a curse?&lt;br /&gt;If it is, I never want it to be broken .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit and wait for you to pass by,&lt;br /&gt;even just for a split second. I know I should be paying attention,&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to not look at you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that you have this thing that captures me and as soon&lt;br /&gt;as that happens I'm locked in and all I do is fall ever more for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the song said you know....&lt;br /&gt;(They say you've got a hold on me,&lt;br /&gt;and I won't disagree) you do have hold on me and I hope you'll keep holding on .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2365467788044477651?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2365467788044477651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2365467788044477651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2365467788044477651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2365467788044477651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-out-loud.html' title='Feeling Out Loud'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3571763606373694789</id><published>2008-07-10T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:58:32.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Always Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SHWnXJyWFUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ush8ovq8iSQ/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221263359211869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SHWnXJyWFUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ush8ovq8iSQ/s320/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done by: xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever felt so incomplete like there's something you really want, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;something you really need.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm currently in that state right now and it's taking control of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feelings which I once had control over are now out on the loose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it's all because you gave me back a feeling that I haven't felt in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I just want to hold you like we did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need you back...&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/3027049852125041209-3571763606373694789?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3571763606373694789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3571763606373694789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3571763606373694789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3571763606373694789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-always-love-you.html' title='I Will Always Love You'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SHWnXJyWFUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ush8ovq8iSQ/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-957843423205294401</id><published>2008-07-09T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:21:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have a past that wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;I look back on a once broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Recalling tears that were never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know quite where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could trust in&lt;br /&gt;Was that God had a plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;For all the pain I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;One day I'd be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then from nowhere came the answer,&lt;br /&gt;A reason for what I'd been through.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds cleared away for a sunnier day,&lt;br /&gt;And then fate brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile gave a way for my healing.&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness brought down standing walls.&lt;br /&gt;Just your touch, it left my heart giddy,&lt;br /&gt;And you cared for me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now each day seems so exciting,&lt;br /&gt;As I wake to the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind and heart, pain's behind me,&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason for all I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can trust in you to stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;I can lean on you when I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;To you I confide what's inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Things no one else I'd dare let see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my heart is yours now to treasure&lt;br /&gt;In this new world where passion can survive.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I thought love had left me,&lt;br /&gt;When all along, you were yet to arrive.&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/3027049852125041209-957843423205294401?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/957843423205294401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=957843423205294401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/957843423205294401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/957843423205294401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/delayed-arrival.html' title='Delayed arrival'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-3712520413456992325</id><published>2008-07-04T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:52:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were dreams meant to be just dreams?</title><content type='html'>This past days, I've been having the same dream&lt;br /&gt;over and over again it's so odd.&lt;br /&gt;In every dream, this girl comes up to me and asked&lt;br /&gt;me 'When all your dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;who do you want next to you'?&lt;br /&gt;It took me sometime to get what the question was relating to&lt;br /&gt;and then I realize that this dream girl,&lt;br /&gt;that was asking me this question&lt;br /&gt;is the one I want next to me when all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true or am I just one of those lost souls who have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;to believe in the immensity of love. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-3712520413456992325?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/3712520413456992325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=3712520413456992325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3712520413456992325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/3712520413456992325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-dreams-meant-to-be-just-dreams.html' title='Were dreams meant to be just dreams?'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-5674185966162717444</id><published>2008-07-01T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:59:03.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old news and New news?</title><content type='html'>Well here it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; again, I somehow manage to sprain my ankle ONCE again... I think its a curse or something and its getting on my nerves. Gah!!.... No basketball for 2 weeks T.T &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROT......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I manage to spot someone who I rarely spot eating during recess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so amaze, its like I finally got to see the pot filled with gold at the end of the rainbow... xD Ok maybe i'm exaggerating( thank you for the spelling) too much.&lt;br /&gt;Overall today wasn't that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-5674185966162717444?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/5674185966162717444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=5674185966162717444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5674185966162717444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/5674185966162717444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-news-and-new-news.html' title='Old news and New news?'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2114659451203799356</id><published>2008-06-29T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:24:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, Kl, kL, kl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dying in my cousin's room now in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need someone to save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAVE ME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2114659451203799356?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2114659451203799356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2114659451203799356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2114659451203799356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2114659451203799356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-kl-kl-kl.html' title='KL, Kl, kL, kl'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2999873888412935959</id><published>2008-06-28T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:34:28.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports dayness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXMtUd4DyI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lg8dhMbuECo/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216800822338785058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXMtUd4DyI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lg8dhMbuECo/s320/DSC03259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look its Meow??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sports day was ok...... wasn't really thrilling until the part where my best friend miss Ng Xuan Xian ran for 100 metres. I shouted to the top of my head GO! XUAN GO! sadly she got 3rd... oh well atleast its something. Oh and before that I manage to just sit and watch the marching units do their thing, they were all great but only one stood out which was Blue house. They were the bomb!! Whoever came up with that formation was brilliant and to think I was suppose to be the head of the whole marching unit PHEW thank goodness if it was me we'd probably would have lost. Anyway, here are some parts of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216796229763459586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXIh_yl6gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G1EqPzqo9w/s320/DSC03261.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Xuanny and Emilyer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Drained out after setting up the decorations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216793905963406018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXGau9fEsI/AAAAAAAAABk/OPhhLDxG-1g/s320/DSC03262.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This here is Jason Ong the next Malaysian Top Model*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216798298512667730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXKaae1tFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J29vE4MRd70/s320/DSC03268.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cave!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2999873888412935959?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2999873888412935959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2999873888412935959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2999873888412935959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2999873888412935959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/sports-dayness.html' title='Sports dayness!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGXMtUd4DyI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lg8dhMbuECo/s72-c/DSC03259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8361725474350252697</id><published>2008-06-28T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:57:24.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;BABY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after so freeeeeee aking long making it through the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after WOOP-ing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; butt 3 - 0. Germany is in for a real ass kicking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216775989616774754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGW2H3XlDmI/AAAAAAAAABc/lZC3irqwqkA/s320/CB013134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lavi Da Loca!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3027049852125041209-8361725474350252697?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8361725474350252697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8361725474350252697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8361725474350252697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8361725474350252697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-s-p-n-o-l-baby-spain-are-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SGW2H3XlDmI/AAAAAAAAABc/lZC3irqwqkA/s72-c/CB013134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-7020188103788681438</id><published>2008-06-21T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:26:25.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destructive Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever heard of the saying *Treat others the way you want them to treat you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well yea.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I thought since both my parents and my sister wouldn't be in for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to invite both my basketball buddies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they`re a bunch of fun guys but not the kind that really knows much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;about decency and respect to one's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told them to come at 7 pm they show up 30 minutes later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess that isn't that bad after all we are Malaysian's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway first thing they step into my home they just have to curse words that they barely understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean if my parents were home what would they think of them, as it is my whole family don't approve of them coming over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second point that pissed me off is that they came into the house and without asking if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could use the computer he just got on it and pretend I wasn't using it, who the fuck does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think he is... it's my home dude fucking faggot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please use some of what every you have up there in that thick skull of yours to think........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh oh, you haven't heard the best part this unmannered bitch walked into my kitchen and again without asking opened the beverages cabinet and took out Ribena walk to where I was sitting and asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Hey! this one must mix with water uh?* my goodness how dumb can he possibly get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just didn't bother about him, the next trip &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came out with my sisters snack he didn't once agian ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just so want to kick him out of my house..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that food arrived, we decided to split the bill so that was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then suddenly the so called forgetful sounded *I forgot to bring cash la* WTF man I needed the money to pay and I told him loud and clear to bring some cash with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMFG!!!! just feel like murdering him. How much can you take of this ungrateful piece of crap Jezz!!! Thank goodness it's all over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-7020188103788681438?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/7020188103788681438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=7020188103788681438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7020188103788681438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/7020188103788681438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/destructible-night.html' title='Destructive Night'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8504500622535077169</id><published>2008-06-21T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:36:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SFznVSpiLWI/AAAAAAAAABU/af13frmNpqc/s1600-h/heartonstairs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214296821557505378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SFznVSpiLWI/AAAAAAAAABU/af13frmNpqc/s320/heartonstairs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love the way that we are us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing that we can't discuss,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way we know each others moods,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our warm romantic interludes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way our smile reflect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our common trust and deep respect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The strenght we share to conquer doubt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way we work our problems out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that we can laugh and tease,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love our similarities,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little flaws that we ignore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each never ever felt like this before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love how just one look or touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can feel so right, can mean so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best of you, the best of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combine to make a perfect we.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3027049852125041209-8504500622535077169?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8504500622535077169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8504500622535077169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8504500622535077169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8504500622535077169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SFznVSpiLWI/AAAAAAAAABU/af13frmNpqc/s72-c/heartonstairs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-1349335920977814620</id><published>2008-06-17T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:51:06.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening of a dead page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damn it's been long since I last saw this page. Now that I think back for the last three weeks has been very happening going up to Genting Highland for a concert that would take me a life time for me to understand the language.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212963558177355202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SFgqvJg3tcI/AAAAAAAAABM/lf-LIM59Fmo/s320/1_974581125l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my cousin's Elizabeth?*banyaknye*anyway she was with me and a few others at Genting at a certain point of the concert we decided to go to the theme park I mean were kids... You can't expect us to go all the way up there and not scream our lungs out right.... So we ditched the concert that sounded pretty much like this "Nyaa Nyoo Ooo Niii" I swear thats all it sounded like to me and ended up at the all grown ups BUMPER CAR!! I never thought Bumper car would be that fun till that day. Because, I could never seem to turn the right way the last time I got on to it and I never liked being bang all the time. Later on after Bumper Car I found something very strange, what were my parents walking around in the theme park area for? Then it came to me it has to be cause they were bored out of their mind listening to different types of songs but sounded all the same xD.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then we headed of to Starbucks where we celebrated my lil cousin's birthday. My mom gave me some cash and asked me to get her a present so I walked to the closest store which was right next to Starbucks I bought a cool keychain which has all the symbols on your typical Black Jack cards. Soon after that my mom and I went to the Starbuck counter looking for a piece of cake like a slice or something, after searching for the right one we saw a cake that actually cost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM 10.50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; my mom, dad and my cousin's all saw it as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  RM 0.50 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we were all in shock WOAH!!! only 50 sens buy 5 la and when we looked up and asked the casher why was it so cheap was it because your trying to get rid of your stock? The lady stared at us with her (how stupid can this people get look) and said very clearly it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM 10.50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM 0.50 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we burst out into tears after that xD. In the end we only got one lousy peice of cake and I didn't get to try it so unfair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh someone found it weird going genting for only 4 hours before midnight xD Whats so weird about it? Anyway adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-1349335920977814620?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/1349335920977814620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=1349335920977814620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1349335920977814620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/1349335920977814620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/06/awakening-of-dead-page.html' title='Awakening of a dead page'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SFgqvJg3tcI/AAAAAAAAABM/lf-LIM59Fmo/s72-c/1_974581125l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4976321153116518612</id><published>2008-05-30T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:58:02.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Big Hit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SEAjxvbxUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/VThyIKZurSQ/s1600-h/image+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206200506693800034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SEAjxvbxUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/VThyIKZurSQ/s320/image+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here my people is your next big hit. Her name as you can see is Kate Voelege till no I don't know how in the world to pronounce that, there is something else about this artist she's not only pretty, hot, sexy and all kinds of delicious words you can think of she's also an actress. To those die hard One Tree Hill fans out there she, Kate Voelege the super duper hot actress/artist is staring in season 5 of One Tree Hill!!!! woohoo she's so hot way hotter than jessica alba. If you think she's amazingly hot like I do right now, wait till you listen to her vocals. It's as if, hearing angels sing.... oh gosh she's so amazing for those who are interested in her music listen to Wish You Were Hear.... &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That all for today... Isn't she HOT God!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;droolssssssssssssssss.....&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/3027049852125041209-4976321153116518612?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4976321153116518612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4976321153116518612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4976321153116518612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4976321153116518612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-big-hit.html' title='Next Big Hit!!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SEAjxvbxUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/VThyIKZurSQ/s72-c/image+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-6605551579081384171</id><published>2008-05-29T23:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:01:19.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hese past few days I`ve been getting all sorts of flash backs aspecially about &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;featherless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parrot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all the crazy things we did 2 years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was the one for me and everyone knows I messed up big time. Over the year, I thought I could move on without her and in the end I was just fooling myself by dating other girls knowing that my heart will lie with her forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The love I feel for her is an emotion that comes from my heart without explanation, reason or cause. Without words from her mouth or movement of her body my love constantly grows, It’s the overwhelming emotional feelings that come over me when she is with me or whenever she crosses my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whenever we are together time could stand still because the love I feel for her is timeless, forever, always in my heart without end. The love I feel for her is so strong I find myself trembling with anticipation for her tender loving touch or some softly spoken words from her lips that would tell me, that she knows the love I feel for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't Want to Lose You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know at times I have not been my best,&lt;br /&gt;And there were times that I have failed your test,&lt;br /&gt;There were days when you were oh-so alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of sad times with no one’s fault but my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I may not be your knight in shining armour, as you see,&lt;br /&gt;But only for you I’m being the best I can be,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You`ll never leave me, you’re in my heart wherever I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A true person as I am, as I always be,&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been very stupid lately please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance, maybe two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But whatever happens I don’t ever want to lose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I`m down on bended knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-6605551579081384171?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/6605551579081384171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=6605551579081384171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6605551579081384171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6605551579081384171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8844481268766138951</id><published>2008-05-24T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:44:59.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 SX: Parental discretion is advised</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is so sick!#$.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story I got from someone, I barely knew in fact i don't believe we've ever met anyway here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so a guy is nearing the end of his senior year in high school.Unfortunately,he still has to share a room with his younger brother who is only 9 years old.One night, he decides to bring his girlfriend home for a little fun.They have bunk beds and the guy notices that his little brother is already asleep on the lower bunk, so he and his girlfriend climb up to the top bunk.As you might expect things start to heat upThe guy remembers that his little brother is sleeping below so he tells his girlfriend to whisper "lettuce" if she wants it harder and "tomato" if she wants a new positionLettuce!!!Tomato!!!Lettuce!!!Tomato!!!Lettuce!!!tomato She screams.Lettuce!!!Tomato!!!Whoa!!!PULL IT OUT NOW!!!I can't get pregnant!!!Then the little brother shouts up, "Hey,would you guys stop making sandwiches up there! You're getting mayonnaise all over my face!*!*!*!*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8844481268766138951?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8844481268766138951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8844481268766138951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8844481268766138951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8844481268766138951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-sx-parental-discretion-is-advised.html' title='18 SX: Parental discretion is advised'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-6421430121348319028</id><published>2008-05-16T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:50:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination is O.V.E.R!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I expected today to be fun. Relaxing in class, sleeping, drooling, day dreaming stuff like that but i just had to be so GAWD DAMN NICE to volunteer to help Puan Meena run around school searching for my class teacher who so happen went out of school at that time. Perfect just perfect =='..... feel like stabbing him but what the hell its teachers day!!! celebration time come on. After school i was so hypeD up because........ I'M FINALLY GONNA WATCH *black sabbath playing ironman's theme song* I AM IRON MAN!! woohoo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200972555762275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SC2Q-8jEFpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IetS_9OI9iM/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LO.OK at that i so love that suit O,O droools...... imagine if i had that the amount of women around me Fuyoh!! xD... anyway after walking out, i thought this big guy standing beside me was gonna rob me or something cause he was like..... holding onto my shoulder, freaky end up he just wanted to volmit xD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats pretty much it for today, see ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-6421430121348319028?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/6421430121348319028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=6421430121348319028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6421430121348319028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/6421430121348319028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/05/examination-is-over.html' title='Examination is O.V.E.R!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SC2Q-8jEFpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IetS_9OI9iM/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8721465834055262763</id><published>2008-05-03T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:46:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration = Poem Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got inspired by a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At one time in my life&lt;br /&gt;I needed you so much&lt;br /&gt;I lived for your smile and died for your touch&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes and rejoiced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you've left my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;And you've left all the pain behind&lt;br /&gt;I want our relationship to end&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you any longer, not even as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'll always love you and...&lt;br /&gt;remember all the fun we had&lt;br /&gt;You're still the sorry bastard&lt;br /&gt;Who hurt me real bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a great boyfriend, I have to admit&lt;br /&gt;But, Baby, when it comes to being a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU AIN'T SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P:S  To all the women in the world who never had a man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8721465834055262763?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8721465834055262763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8721465834055262763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8721465834055262763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8721465834055262763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspiration-poem-yay.html' title='Inspiration = Poem Yay!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2948325876707934408</id><published>2008-04-26T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:05:14.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGINESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow my first time being tagged i don't really get the whole point of it.... oh hell it looks fun so here goes i got tagged by miss Rachel law xue en i guess this is punishment xD anyway here are the instructions : Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. If you were to be an ice cream, which flavour would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would love to be vanilla with some chocolate syrup on top... yum ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Given the chance, what special ability/power would you like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The power to do my history studies without falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. What do you think of your brother(s)/sister(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think they are too cool to be related to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ermmm right now... i would love to be in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It would be standing next to the one who held my heart and still is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;My family and of coarse my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would give it back cause i'm afraid i might get con xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Of coarse i will, i'm a straight forward guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;I love her smile, she nice and she's very attractive ladies and gentlemen your next BIG hit in&lt;br /&gt;smkts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm.. hating is a sin and no i don't hate anyone i just dislike suck up's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your ambition&lt;br /&gt;To be a cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have fault, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate is very much if they point it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think is the most important in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy.... what do you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is te thing that you really want now?&lt;br /&gt;Food, sleep and a whole lot of A's for midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why does it hurt when you punch someone?&lt;br /&gt;Because, it's a lesson thought fighting is not the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is there anything that you have done which you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have, still am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you always think of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... right now i'm think what would en.kamal do to me if i don't hand in my work. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you had the chance to change your gender/sex which would you choose? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE!!!! because i want to understand why do females have mood swings xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally i tag&lt;br /&gt;Emily wong&lt;br /&gt;Sue vern&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;br /&gt;Li ann&lt;br /&gt;Sheng li&lt;br /&gt;Yuen hee&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Mei yi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2948325876707934408?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2948325876707934408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2948325876707934408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2948325876707934408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2948325876707934408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-my-first-time-being-tagged-i-dont.html' title='TAGGINESS!!!!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-4506187196248041845</id><published>2008-04-24T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:18:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogiveness Is What I Ask Of  You:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO FRIGGIN SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RACHEL LAW XUE EN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE THAT THIS POST WOULD SHOW YOU HOW SORRY I AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS I WILL DO AS YOU`VE ASKED ME TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-4506187196248041845?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/4506187196248041845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=4506187196248041845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4506187196248041845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/4506187196248041845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/fogiveness-is-what-i-ask-of-you.html' title='Fogiveness Is What I Ask Of  You:'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2931755024896718631</id><published>2008-04-24T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:27:48.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love taught me to lie</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought heard of this saying &lt;strong&gt;love taught me to lie&lt;/strong&gt; at first i didn't believe it... Untill someone showed it to me, a promise not kept as they say..... as for those who didn't know i started a blog in friendster and it was a pretty lame blog compared to this so i deleted it along with the last 3 post, 1 of them was about a rainbow and i would really like to share it here, so here goes..... This year started of great, i didnt have any problems with family or friends it was just perfect until a day where all lovers bloom &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alentine's day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... i came across this pretty lil rainbow... and fell so much in love with it, i was captured by its beauty that i decided to made it mine and as days slowly passes by my feelings for it grew stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day it said something to me that i'll never forget it said i'll never leave you. I never thought i could be blinded by these few never lasting words.... i was played a fool thinking that my rainbow actually cared about what we had, what we shared. My heart had finally mend and without stopping to think i threw it out back into the world hoping that i'll find a way back into love and when i found my rainbow, i gave it my heart hoping it would treasure it but in the end nothing last forever and so it ripped it apart.... I don't really feel as much pain as i did the last time, i guess i'm used to the pain already. I'm sick and tired of all these let downs, this is why i'm saving all my loving for someone whos loving me.... i pray that you'll find comfort if you ever read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rainbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2931755024896718631?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2931755024896718631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2931755024896718631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2931755024896718631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2931755024896718631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-thought-heard-of-this.html' title='Love taught me to lie'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-162820634693523283</id><published>2008-04-23T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:34:27.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siew yee`s place!</title><content type='html'>Last week, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and myself decided not to go for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari kecemelangan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause we thought it would be a waste of time sitting in the hall watching a butch of people we don't know collecting awards... anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siew yee`s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead to do some accounts and add maths.... we were finding it hard to figure out which one to do first add maths.... or accounts. So after 5 minutes of staring at the books we decided to do add maths.... we took out our add maths book and were started looking for questions to do eventually we found some and tried to do half way doing &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suddenly threw down her pen and said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  it was darn funny cause less then 10 minutes we decided to switch to accounts.... that's when we started to really get down with our studies...... They started giving me questions to do and appearently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siew yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't get some of the basic information through this thick skull of mine so &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took over and usually she's not the best person you should call patient but surprizingly she explained to me so clearly and in a very calm way.... for the first time she didn't do anything physical to me xD phew.... so after all of that we decided to order Mc'd for lunch and I didn't know that through a phone call to Mc'd i could be married into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siew yee's family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was weird they called me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr. Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O.o holy shit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway as we were waiting for out food &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siew yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the great decided to show of some piano skills by playing Unfaithful by Rihanna it was alright at first... like they always nothing stays the way it is, all the unwanted notes from the song started coming in... it was fun laughing at her make all the mistakes i even caught her with my camera xD... so the dude with our food came and i was too terrified to walk out cause if you've been to Siew yee's house you'll probably notice 2 freaking big drooling dogs and they would looked like they would just bite your testicles right out if your a guy of coarse xD Not too long after that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Chee guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to come over to steal our precious nuggets and fries, you piece of crap! so after he left we just sat around gossiping about people stuff like that and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siew yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pratically made me her slave by massaging her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but hey if she didn't i wouldn't have found out that she had back hair......xD we took tons and tons pictures of it. It was fun that day at Siew yee's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-162820634693523283?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/162820634693523283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=162820634693523283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/162820634693523283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/162820634693523283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/siew-yees-place.html' title='Siew yee`s place!'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-2989796473620696219</id><published>2008-04-20T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:35:29.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was quite progressive i manage to do my history studies for 30 minutes without, i repeat &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT &lt;/strong&gt;falling asleep. Gosh! i made history, my face should be print into every single history book on earth and you guys will be studying &lt;strong&gt;ME!&lt;/strong&gt; ain't that facinating.... come on xD. While i was studying my heads of i found out that both of my basketball buddies decided to go hand in their entries for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;streetball competition without me... I could have skipped my history studies man.. those bastards haihz.... but they`re like my brothers but of coarse from other mothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191319508459293106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAtFlpFFibI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xY89fkIcJDE/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the rest of my day i`ve been playing basketball kicking Bukit Bintang Boys basketball school team with just one leg, damn that felt good...... it was 5 Bukit Bintang boys against 3 SMK TAMAN SEA man that was a great trashing. Halfway playing ball the weather changed and everyone at the court flee into their cars..... i found something really odd just now 2 guys came to the court 5 minutes before it pour and they didnt even step on to the court, they just stood at their car and stared at us play then as they decided to walk over to the court it started to pour my friend and i were like laughing while getting our stuff to head back...... well thats all for now....."hope" to never see you people again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farewell and gooded night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-2989796473620696219?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/2989796473620696219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=2989796473620696219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2989796473620696219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/2989796473620696219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAtFlpFFibI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xY89fkIcJDE/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027049852125041209.post-8993673026030316569</id><published>2008-04-20T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:02:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greetings earthlings, for those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Khin&lt;/span&gt; Xian and as for those who do know who i am, you should know by now that i couldn't possibly start this blog by myself....so i would really like to thank Melanie for all of this right here, without her non of this would have been accomplish...  Well atleast i know now that i can strike of being a programmer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, people who are reading this messed up post right now please help me out i'm new at this as you all can see, feels like during examination the teacher would walk around and suddenly stop right infront of your desk, checking your anwser as you write. That's the kind of feeling i'm feeling xD.... So that's all right now, i'll see you earthlings real soon..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woooosaaaa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027049852125041209-8993673026030316569?l=retard-boi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/feeds/8993673026030316569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3027049852125041209&amp;postID=8993673026030316569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8993673026030316569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027049852125041209/posts/default/8993673026030316569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retard-boi.blogspot.com/2008/04/grand-opening.html' title='Grand opening'/><author><name>Kay-Yiaks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709533095871805798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z_hEb27XiCo/SAoXVJFFiZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7uLG-0xAlzI/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
