<?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-2275888162345265063</id><updated>2011-11-24T17:22:07.045-08:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Dirge</title><subtitle type='html'>there goes the neighborhood... hope you guys would enjoy this all emotions blog ya...
"Dirige, Domine, Deus meus, in conspectu tuo viam meam"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-1207478456585391770</id><published>2011-11-24T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:22:07.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back on Unpopular Demands</title><content type='html'>Life is all as you may see,&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm back from my journey, to tell you many stories I have seen across the land and sea.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the soul with music of feelings, the story of moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-1207478456585391770?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/1207478456585391770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=1207478456585391770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/1207478456585391770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/1207478456585391770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-back-on-unpopular-demands.html' title='I am Back on Unpopular Demands'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-8173274842234421213</id><published>2009-12-30T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:05:27.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, 2009 is going away!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, one word and only one word could describe year 2009 for me. SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;So many bad stuffs happening this year. There were good times but there were more bad times than good.&lt;br /&gt;constant sickness, death of a beloved father, hurtful emails, unsatisfying results, moodless times, alone in the cold .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many, I lazy to write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have a bad year too. So take this year and just toss it into the garbage bin and enjoy the next year of 2010. there are so many things installed for all of us. so sit back and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-8173274842234421213?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/8173274842234421213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=8173274842234421213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8173274842234421213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8173274842234421213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-2009-is-going-away.html' title='Finally, 2009 is going away!'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-9204249954819972236</id><published>2009-12-23T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:58:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 10th Day of Chirstmas,</title><content type='html'>my true love gave to me, 10 hours of a beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a long sleep. Dream about so many things, Dream and Dream of the Past, Present and Future. I Dreamed a Dream of being me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys and girls, 2 more days to Chirstmas. So pack up, go to your loved ones, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, from me to you and family. Enjoy the festives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dirge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-9204249954819972236?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/9204249954819972236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=9204249954819972236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/9204249954819972236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/9204249954819972236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-10th-day-of-chirstmas.html' title='On the 10th Day of Chirstmas,'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-5079169254971854038</id><published>2009-12-22T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:23:58.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Hard to Maintain? Really?</title><content type='html'>This is of the following 'How To Make One's Love Strong!'&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long wait. I need fresh ideas coming in and studies is just ain't helping me to do so. So, let's continue. There might be some repeats, so forgive me of so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Please do Know and Respect your boundaries of being boyfriends/girlfriends. Yes, and I meant it so. There's some girls tend to be flirting to the guys, and these also occurs exactly for the guys as well. In their term, they call it communicating. In everyone's term beside their own, it is flirting carefree. Understand your limits as a boyfriend/girlfriend. I don't mean that you'll have to change or start to avoid people, it's just that reduce the wanting attention from others. 'Be popular, be famous, I don't care, as long you still have feelings for me and don't act as though you're a playboy/playgirl, I'm happy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remember, Never be a Control Freak. Never, and I repeat, NEVER limit your couple in doing something. Limiting people is a biggie NO-NO. People hate it when you want them to avoid or less doing it. They'll mostly probably going to say 'I want to do it. You don't let me? Cannot?' So, try making some hints to your couple so they understand when they're over their limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. this is for most of the guys out there. Don't be a spend thrift onto your couple. Yes, buy her gifts, buy her clothes, foods, and entertainment and whatsoever. But, if I remember, when come to spoiling a girl/guy, there is also limits to that. over-spoiling them is just equal to you locking her away in your room, enprisoning her from enjoying herself with her friends and her studies. For now, all main priority must be focus towards studies. when you over spoil someone, they tend to get lazy and want you to do everything for them. Yes, it's a guy's thing to do practically everything for their loved ones, but in this case, I'm sure you want them to be independent on their own when you're away or etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. And oh ya, maintain privacy between yourself and yourself alone. Yes, sharing is good and tell everything to your couple is good, but also like what this whole fraeking post have been talking about. Limit what you say. What you might say seems harmless to people, but to your loved one, it's like throwing a brick just to kill an ant. Have your own private life, but also then, don't be too private-y. People get suspicious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is all for now. See ya then. Share some ideas to me ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-5079169254971854038?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/5079169254971854038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=5079169254971854038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/5079169254971854038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/5079169254971854038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-hard-to-maintain-really.html' title='Love is Hard to Maintain? Really?'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-7114809532391239039</id><published>2009-12-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:23:57.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuation of This Dead Blog</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's my holiday term, and guess I'm back for more bloggings to write about. Unfortunately, since I don't have a camera yet (soon to arrive, maybe) I'll be writing rather long, boring shits. Haix. So, I guess I need to learn and teach the people about our people, me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be great if you have any questions related to life-based situations. I'll be sincere to discuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dirge&lt;br /&gt;author of the childishdirge.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-7114809532391239039?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/7114809532391239039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=7114809532391239039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/7114809532391239039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/7114809532391239039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/12/ontinuation.html' title='The Continuation of This Dead Blog'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-5756665980903977057</id><published>2009-08-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:37:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make One's Love Strong!</title><content type='html'>Many have succeeded, and many have failed, and there's also many that is about to succeed or fail in one matter alone : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... What makes a couple so strong is because there is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;understanding bond&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still a single)&lt;/span&gt; voicing out for the people, giving my opinions on how love should be assessed by a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to understand the person deeply&lt;/span&gt; in terms of mentally, physically and background. But try to understand her/him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt;. Repeat that word with me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt;! I've been doing some research of my own. Once you've successfully understand everything (including secrets) of your partner in love, you will normally have the tendency to... well... dislike her for her weakness. Plus, time is of the essence. This then brings a meaning into love relationships as time gives you more understanding of your partner, rather than hearing it from her. Spend more time with her and you'll eventually see, his/her past have changed her future by being a good one in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be an understanding and independent individual, but always have faith in your partner as well. &lt;/span&gt;Being a single for a long time, I've seen break-ups a lot during my days (which is now). No offense here but, normally most of the female I've seen put extremely high faith in their boyfriends, leaving them to do everything for the females. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes, I know. You girls would hate me deeply now. But it's a fact and you can't deny it!'&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, as I proceed, females tend to drag their boyfriend out as a driver, shopping bag carrier, waiter, and payer. Yes, yes, it's normal for a guy to do so for their girlfriends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is a good thing of being a boyfriend)&lt;/span&gt;, but you girls out there, sometimes you should think for the males. Try to be their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;At least try to offer them some help in carrying the goods. Or hold your handbags/items closely to you and tell your boyfriend that he doesn't need to help you to carry it in a kind way or do it like one of my friends did : 'This is my handbag. Lots of secrets inside that you cannot see.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoil your partner and make sure it's done BOTH sides of the relationship&lt;/span&gt;. If one spoil the other, but the other like just don't respond to it, well then, who's spoiling who then? Haha... You get my drift. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt; is the utmost important in everything! At least tell your partner your location, your actions at the current moment. Mostly, the girlfriends want to know where their boyfriends are as they are worry for you. But, girls, there are always a limit. Don't always control your boyfriend, being bossy over him. And guys, there are always times you must care for your girlfriends' feelings. Try to sit down, chat with her of your daily status, tell her how you feel, inform her of your location without being asked to. This makes one understand the other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS in the previous episode, Dirge has mentioned 4 things that binds a love stronger. And now, he shall continue with a little bit more on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be as romantic as possible &lt;/span&gt;(particularly for guys). Females always fantasied of how their love life would proceed. So, try to make her happy, adored by you. Be super romantic to her, but at CERTAIN occasions. Don't be romantic to her at bad times; trust me, you (guys) would screw it big time and girls are always people that remembers stuffs clearly; including date, time, place of the event occurred. So, be romantic as possible but romantic at right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is very important to both sides of the relationship. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The First of Everything is the most important thing/event that you'll or had faced&lt;/span&gt;. The first time you held your partner's hands, the first time you kiss your partner, the first time you hug your partner and etc etc. That first determines the future of everything in that person. There are situations where I've seen my friends saying that after holding hands with her second boyfriend after months of break-up, he/she will miss her first boyfriend. This is why most couples break-up and reunite again.&lt;br /&gt;So, when you say 'You love Him/Her', you better MEANT IT! And do not, i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT SCREW UP THE FIRST&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes, being jealous over your boyfriend/girlfriend when they are with some girls/guys is typical normal for everyone. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make sure your jealousy don't get into your head&lt;/span&gt;. Put some faith in your guy/girl. If you know that your partner loves you and only you, have faith and put that jealousy aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE back with more (or maybe none. Currently writer's block. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the end, or not. So, keep it posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-5756665980903977057?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/5756665980903977057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=5756665980903977057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/5756665980903977057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/5756665980903977057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-make-love-so-strong-part-ii.html' title='How To Make One&apos;s Love Strong!'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-2499713833426822565</id><published>2009-08-18T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:52:42.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is of The Essence, and so it's Ayam Brand?</title><content type='html'>Yes, weird huh... People have been saying my blog is dead for a year, revived back yesterday! Hallelujah! God bless my blog, and everyone of us ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, people oh people, I'm terribly bored and maybe flying off to further studies... Poor thing for me to leave everyone here in M'sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN the next 10 years,&lt;br /&gt;A college class reunion.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date and place : Unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secondary school reunion.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date and place : Unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary school reunion.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date and place : Unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be held!&lt;br /&gt;Compulsory to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-2499713833426822565?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/2499713833426822565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-468046449232358118</id><published>2009-01-19T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:28:13.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me Wonder</title><content type='html'>Everything in the world just seems so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But then when you engage yourself in it,&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though you're in a tight-air room,&lt;br /&gt;Can't able to breathe, can't able to move,&lt;br /&gt;Just stiff there, squeezing through everything in your path,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the world is so big,&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder why it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stood among the crowd of people,&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there stiff, as though the air is strangling,&lt;br /&gt;It's as though time freeze, but yet the people are still moving,&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me, I do wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-468046449232358118?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/468046449232358118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=468046449232358118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/468046449232358118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/468046449232358118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/01/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me Wonder'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-7120497735187718164</id><published>2009-01-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:36:14.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Good As I Once Was</title><content type='html'>She said, "I've seen you in here before."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I've been here a time or two."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hello, my&lt;br /&gt;Name is Bobby Jo&lt;br /&gt;Meet my twin sister Betty Lou&lt;br /&gt;And we're both feeling kinda wild tonight&lt;br /&gt;And you're the only cowboy in this place&lt;br /&gt;And if you're up for a rodeo&lt;br /&gt;We'll put a big Texas smile on&lt;br /&gt;Your face"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Girls,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;I got a few years on me now&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time back in my prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could really lay it down&lt;br /&gt;And if you need some love tonight&lt;br /&gt;Then I might have just enough&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;But I'm as good once as I ever was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my best friend Dave&lt;br /&gt;Ive known him since we were kids at school&lt;br /&gt;Last night he&lt;br /&gt;Had a few shots&lt;br /&gt;Got in a tight spot hustling a game of pool&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of redneck boys&lt;br /&gt;One great&lt;br /&gt;Big bad biker man&lt;br /&gt;I heard David yell across the room&lt;br /&gt;"Hey buddy, how 'bout a helping hand."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Dave,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;My how the years have flown&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time back in my prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could really hold my own&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna fight tonight&lt;br /&gt;Guess those boys don't look all that&lt;br /&gt;Tough&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;But I'm as good once as I ever was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be hell on wheels&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was younger man&lt;br /&gt;Now my body says, "You can't do this boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my pride says, "Oh, yes you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;That's just the cold hard truth&lt;br /&gt;I still throw a few back, talk a little smack&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling bullet proof&lt;br /&gt;So don't double dog dare me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd have to call your bluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't as good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;But I'm as good once as I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not be good as I once was&lt;br /&gt;But I'm as good once as I ever was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-7120497735187718164?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/7120497735187718164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=7120497735187718164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/7120497735187718164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/7120497735187718164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-good-as-i-once-was.html' title='As Good As I Once Was'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-8700270314029203814</id><published>2009-01-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:32:09.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Tender</title><content type='html'>Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;You have made my life complete,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me true,&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;For my darling I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me long,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;For its there that I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And well never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me dear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be yours through all the years,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at last my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Darling this I know&lt;br /&gt;Happiness will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyrighted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-8700270314029203814?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/8700270314029203814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=8700270314029203814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8700270314029203814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8700270314029203814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-me-tender.html' title='Love Me Tender'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6115748204241358109</id><published>2009-01-01T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:19:47.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is here...</title><content type='html'>Finally, another year has gone pass and I truly thanked God for making me alive till today to see the wonders that the World could afford to show.&lt;br /&gt;Obama as President is just one of the world's best moments. Haha. some more wat other things... Yes, AS is gone, and A2 is here.. Haih.. 6 more months of torture.....&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... It's truly a new year...&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE EMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give your support for making me NO MORE EMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6115748204241358109?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6115748204241358109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6115748204241358109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6115748204241358109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6115748204241358109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='2009 is here...'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6745953734814363390</id><published>2008-12-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:19:17.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Painful... Tearful... Words....</title><content type='html'>Today shall be the day, that person spoke of me,&lt;br /&gt;the words that shall not be out from thy lips,&lt;br /&gt;but it did, indeed it did.&lt;br /&gt;I shall suffer for this day has yet to come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6745953734814363390?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6745953734814363390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6745953734814363390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6745953734814363390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6745953734814363390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/12/painful-tearful-words.html' title='Painful... 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Words....'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-2460334311815111137</id><published>2008-11-21T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:16:08.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Updated Status...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life I don't mean much to anyone&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way can't go back anymore&lt;br /&gt;Once I had everything now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me again coz I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I'm not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes but nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose no more time it's now or never and I try to remember who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've got one more chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to change again&lt;br /&gt;I can't carry on like this, I will lose my friends - don't say that you have given up on me&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the time and speace to heal my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I've got to take this chance and make it into something good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct Copy from James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-2460334311815111137?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/2460334311815111137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=2460334311815111137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2460334311815111137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2460334311815111137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-updated-status.html' title='My Updated Status...'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-844998476331526566</id><published>2008-11-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:25:33.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A.M.E. magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SR734WkD2-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g42u2kL45cY/s1600-h/magazine5176654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 434px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SR734WkD2-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g42u2kL45cY/s400/magazine5176654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268921161571621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex is in the L.A.M.E. magazine. Not bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-844998476331526566?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/844998476331526566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=844998476331526566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/844998476331526566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/844998476331526566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/11/lame-magazine.html' title='L.A.M.E. magazine'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SR734WkD2-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/g42u2kL45cY/s72-c/magazine5176654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-3084963260748805589</id><published>2008-11-15T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:50:39.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>An Emo Story...</title><content type='html'>Folks, let me tell you of a story,&lt;br /&gt;It's about me, about you, and all of us around,&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this story of once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it began, all has the same outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about this little boy,&lt;br /&gt;that goes by the name of Ivan,&lt;br /&gt;Missing his little wife from afar,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what has she been up to.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of communication they two have,&lt;br /&gt;Making it harder for them to love one another,&lt;br /&gt;Things tend to get a bit loose,&lt;br /&gt;So did their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And one day, in a cold stricken winter,&lt;br /&gt;He then turned up at her doorstep,&lt;br /&gt;Knocking the door loudly,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting patiently as always.&lt;br /&gt;She then came out, wondering who is that,&lt;br /&gt;Then she knew it was Ivan at the front,&lt;br /&gt;She then told and yelled at Ivan,&lt;br /&gt;Shouting "I'm Breaking Up with You."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it hurt Ivan deeply,&lt;br /&gt;A deep cut indeed I must say,&lt;br /&gt;Ivan was stripped of his dignity,&lt;br /&gt;His heart was hacked to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan felt cold, even colder than the winter,&lt;br /&gt;Shaking in terror and in fear,&lt;br /&gt;He now know what darkness feels,&lt;br /&gt;And he prayed to be isolated in it.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, in front page of the news,&lt;br /&gt;Ivan was hung at a tree outside of her house,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a note being written with his blood,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be leaving that place forever again.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning the girl walked out of the house,&lt;br /&gt;She then see Ivan, standing under that tree,&lt;br /&gt;He just waits and waits till he was being loved once more,&lt;br /&gt;By that girl whom he has waited for years.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was then admitted to asylum,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a pool of blood all over her room,&lt;br /&gt;With a note on her desk being written in blood,&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you back your heart in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true tale, few have foretold,&lt;br /&gt;Not many know of it, but yet lived by it,&lt;br /&gt;So please don't be a victim of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;Love is not worth of losing a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-3084963260748805589?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/3084963260748805589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=3084963260748805589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3084963260748805589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3084963260748805589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-story.html' title='An Emo Story...'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-5904363000741146172</id><published>2008-11-14T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:12:35.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>My Current Life Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I somehow finding myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back at the same place I used to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A razor sharp blade at my left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An unfinished sad love poem by my right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no hope anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But to live in a world of seclusion and denial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Denying everything I see, hear or speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Secluding myself in darkness of silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Secluding myself away from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Leaving this world doesn't make me solely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Staying here doesn't serve a purpose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let time decide my fate here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have once more lost my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the silence and loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking at the time I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time is just going by too slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So is this a torment or just life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I do wonder as I stared at the clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Up in the blue clear skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoping a change in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-5904363000741146172?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/5904363000741146172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-178051987421116071</id><published>2008-11-05T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:19:38.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Alex *Carbon-Carbon* Bond : Quantum of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is kind of a spoiler to the actual movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was two black Land Rovers, chasing a elegant, 'fast' black Proton Waja in a tunnel. Guys from the Land Rovers were shooting the Proton Waja using M-16 assault rifles. The Proton Waja driver tried evading the bullets but unfortunately, the rear windscreen broke. The both side mirrors were damaged, due to his extreme bad driving. The right door (driver door) of the Proton Waja came out as the driver kicked the door so he could only enjoy the wind breeze. One Land Rover suddenly brake as they saw a sexy woman with a Red Porsche standing nearby the exit of the tunnel asking for help. Unfortunately, the Land Rover knocked into a trailer and flew to the ocean below. The other Land Rover continue pursuing the Proton Waja. They criss-crossed all over the road and at the quary site, the Land Rover was at the right of the Proton Waja, enabling them a perfect shot to the driver. The driver then took out a Nokia phone and threw it to the driver. The driver was knocked out and the Land Rover was driven to a explosive barrel, thus BOOM!!! NO MORE THREATS to the driver. The driver then head towards the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching somewhere, the driver then came out of the Proton Waja, and opened the boot. There was a guy, shaking in fear there. He then dragged the guy into an underground place under the Taylor's College and tied him to a chair. The guy asked who the heck is him. He then replied, "My name is Bond. Alex Carbon-Carbon Bond. Agent 012." His boss, M (Mun-Ster) and he started interrogating the guy. M : Tell us who you are working for Mr Andrew. Andrew : What? You people don't know who I work for? Haha. And we're thought the CIA, FBI, M16 (M's company), and MIB (Men In Black) know of us. Guess we worry for nothing. Alex : TELL US WHO YOU WORK FOR!!! Andrew : Haha. Do you know, the organisation got people working everywhere, any place, including NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's bodyguard, Josh shot M and Andrew. M was hardly damaged but Andrew died at the spot. He then tried shoot Alex but unfortunately, Alex used his Sony Ericsson to defend himself from the bullet. Josh ran and ran, but Alex was always 3 meters behind. Alex then gain a sudden boost after drinking a bottle of Livita that he stole from a refrigerator of a house that he jumped into. Alex grabbed Josh and both of them fell to Subang Parade, hitting the glass ceiling, wall and a few people there shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them were severely injured and will only take one more blow to kill. Josh took a classical guitar of a music shop while Alex took out his phone. Josh ran to Alex, wanting to hit Alex but unfortunately, Alex called Kim and by using the power of Celcom and 3G phone, Kim appeared on his phone and said Hi to Josh who was running towards him. Josh then tried to slow down but tripped and fall down to the floor, followed by the guitar, hitting him. Josh was self-terminated. Alex stood tall and triumpant, in front of a Triumph brand shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex went back to the underground place and found no bodies, only pools of blood. He then saw M who was walking towards him and said, "Where's Josh? I trusted him for over 10 years. 8 years as online friend, 1 year as brother and another as bodyguard." Alex then said, "He's dead over a guitar." M replied, " Next time Bond, please try not to kill anyone. I want to eat the person alive." Alex said "I tried my best to do so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex then went to Guang Yuan's house, Guang Yuan started attacking Alex with his ruler but Guang Yuan tripped and fell dead after hitting himself on the computer. Alex didn't even move a step. Alex then collected Guang Yuan briefcase. Outside, he saw a woman (unknown) in a yellow MyVI car and almost vomited his lunch out. The woman asked him to enter or else she will kill him. He entered the car and the woman started asking lots of question about Lucky. Alex was chatting with her until he opened the briefcase. The woman saw it and tried to kill Alex. Alex escaped from the car and the car just continue its path. He then stole a tricycle and chased after the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the docks of Port Klang. Alex hid among the primary children that was having a trip to the docks. The woman went to see Lucky, who was counting his illegal money. He shouted at the woman, and the woman almost cried. Seng Wai came to the docks using a motorboat, with a few bodyguards. Seng Wai then chatted with Lucky about a Maths problem that he may use to take over the Subang territory. Lucky proposed that if his organisation succeeds in making Selangor territory to be his, the organisation wants a part of Subang, which covers from Asia Cafe to Sunway Pyramid. Beginningly Seng Wai disagrees, saying that he wants Asia Cafe, but if he refuses, the organisation will hunt him down. Lucky then gave the woman to Seng Wai as a sweetener to their deal. He has no option but to accept it. Seng Wai then left the docks, along with the girl. Alex stole a mini boat and row the boat using paddles towards the fast speeding motorboat. The mini boat crashed into the motorboat and Alex fell into the water. Seng Wai laughed and fell into the water too. The bodyguards don't know what happen, and so they follow Seng Wai into the water. Alex then climb into the motorboat and fled from there to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her at Indonesia, Alex came back and followed Lucky’s bodyguard, Hanks to the TGV cinema in One Utama Shopping Complex. There were people giving out gift bags from the TGV cinema. There were some gift bags different from the others. Alex Bond took one of those gift bags and found an earpiece. He entered the movie player room, which was above the hall. At the theater hall as the latest James Bond movie, the Quantum of solace was being played, there were a few guys chatting via the earpiece and Bluetooth. Alex then said, “Haha. You guys are so lame.” They knew Alex Bond was hearing their conversation. So they slowly left one by one. Lucky was intercepted by Alex on the way out. Alex took out his BB gun and tried shooting Lucky and his bodyguards. His bodyguards felt a bit pain, so revenge by shooting Alex down with paintballs. Alex fled through the Subway restaurant, passing through the kitchen with a 6-inch Subway Melt in his hand. Alex Bond then confronted with a bodyguard that has links to Mr Lai Wing Kean on the rooftop on the shopping complex, but they struggle. The bodyguard fell onto Lucky’s Mercedes Benz. Lucky do not know him and drove over the bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing that Alex has killed another guy, M has Alex’s SIM cards given by the M16 rejected. However, Alex still managed to buy a new SIM card at a nearby phone shop inside One Utama. He then went to Aaron’s house, an old ally that he trusted. Both of them then went to KL and were greeted by a woman (which Aaron likes to see) which tried to stopped them from going to Pavilion but couldn’t. That night, they attended a fund raiser held by Lucky, while the woman appears again. Aaron went to meet his friend Hong Yi as Alex went to spy on Lucky. Getting no enough information about the organization, Alex went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, the police stopped him at Federal Highway. The police called Alex to open his car boot. There laid Aaron, being unconscious. The police took out their guns and asked, “Macam mana sekarang? Pergi balai polis sekarang atau… rasuah?” Alex told them that he has no money with him, so they got angry and tried to shot him. Alex grabbed Aaron and put him as a shield. He threw Aaron towards a police while he blinded the other with his phone camera light. Both of the police were then knocked out by whacking them with Aaron’s schoolbag. Alex went to Aaron, who is still alive but about to die soon. Alex carried Aaron and tossed him into the garbage bin, taking Aaron’s money, phone, wallet, and books along. He then left the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex then went to Ridzuan Apartments, where Seng Wai and Hong Yi were supposed to meet Lucky. He hid in a garbage bin, as he waited for the right moment to strike. Lucky made a contract deal with Seng Wai, saying that the ‘nasi lemak’ stall that arrives only in the morning belongs entirely to Lucky. Seng Wai strictly objected but Lucky still threaten him with the organization. Seng Wai got scared and angry and signed the documents. Lucky gave him two briefcase filled with 5 million rupiah each bag. The bags were then transported into the truck, which Hong Yi was driving, heading to the nearest MayBank. He then rushed to his room, angrily. Alex Bond then came out from nowhere and shot Hong Yi in the head. Before that, Alex said, “How could you betray your best friend? You should at least invite me first.” The soldiers were shooting Alex at the moment he killed Hong Yi. Alex hid behind the Perodua Kancil for safety. He then stood up and started shooting. He shot everyone down with his handgun and ran into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanks was left there to protect Lucky who was escaping. Unfortunately, the hydrogen fuel nearby exploded and Hanks was burned alive, before he was able to show his shooting skills that he was practicing in Counter Strike: Source. Alex Bond ran after Lucky. He then saw Seng Wai. The woman came out from nowhere, stabbed Seng Wai at his private part, causing a severely injury that he will never forget. He tried attacking but his stomach was acting weird. With the fire all around and the hydrogen fuels nearby, he farted and the hydrogen fuels around him exploded. There goes Seng Wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was shocked and ran after Lucky. Lucky then attacked Alex at a corner. Lucky took his Physics textbook at the right and Chemistry textbook at his left, non-stop attacking Alex. Alex was severely injured due to paper cuts and bone injuries. Alex was at a verge to being fried. Fortunately for him, he pulled Lucky and Lucky fell. Alex grabbed Lucky and interrogated him. Lucky gave him all the info and Lucky was saved from the fire by Alex. Lucky tried to run but Alex drove his black Proton Waja and kidnap him.In the middle of a desert, Alex left Lucky there with a barrel of Sunkist Orange Juice. He rushed to Nick’s house. There, Nick was with Brenda, watching Pride and Prejudice. Alex then told Brenda to go with the laptop as Alex wanted to have a one-on-one talk with Nick. Nick was the double-agent of the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex left the building, and told M (Mun-ster) that Nick is still alive and ready to be interrogated. M was shocked and yet thanked him for supplying her supper. Alex then told her, “The organization is 0801PE4, consisting mostly of high-ranked students and lecturers.” M said to Alex that Lucky is now in Sarawak, enjoying his time with his girlfriend (if he has one/two). Alex left into the wild cold, leaving behind his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-178051987421116071?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/178051987421116071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=178051987421116071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/178051987421116071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/178051987421116071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/11/alex-carbon-carbon-bond-quantum-of.html' title='Alex *Carbon-Carbon* Bond : Quantum of Silence'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-2353046223995302807</id><published>2008-11-03T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:20:43.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Three Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three words is all I have to say,&lt;br /&gt;to you that my heart belongs to,&lt;br /&gt;The moment I left you away,&lt;br /&gt;I could only say I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts my heart and soul dearly,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do much back then,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t hug or kiss you goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;As my tears flow away from your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words is all I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;to you that my heart needs to,&lt;br /&gt;The moment I cried all alone,&lt;br /&gt;I could only say I Am Sorry.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could sense you’re sad and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault for making you as so,&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to pursue my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;But I shall remember you still in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three words shall I need to say,&lt;br /&gt;to you that my soul desires,&lt;br /&gt;The moment I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;I could only say I Miss You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart aches and burns painfully,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hold it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be with you once more,&lt;br /&gt;As I dream of you every night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2275888162345265063-2353046223995302807?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-4032083901198333814</id><published>2008-11-02T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:42:25.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haih...</title><content type='html'>5 exams down, 5 more to go... Haha... I'm going insanely.. *cuckoo cuckoo.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just ordinary up to now... Nothing much... Chemistry Paper 2 coming in two days time... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you what to write somemore le... I lived a normal boring life though. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-4032083901198333814?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/4032083901198333814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=4032083901198333814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/4032083901198333814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/4032083901198333814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/11/haih.html' title='Haih...'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6569906689614160004</id><published>2008-10-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:56:02.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmen's Birthday</title><content type='html'>As usual, nothing different from the other days except today is CARMEN'S 18th BIRTHDAY!!! She has joined the ranks of going to pub and drink non-stop and go clubbing whenever she wants with us. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be a surprise birthday bash for her but 'someone' accidentally said it out loud. So, onyl birthday bash was celebrated (without the surprise of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmsBBdvZII/AAAAAAAAAF4/8GKGa17Hd9o/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmsBBdvZII/AAAAAAAAAF4/8GKGa17Hd9o/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262926773132158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Carmen Chen, using the same blade to cut Joshua in the J-Attack (unmentioned) to cut her beloved 18th birthday cake at Noodle Station, Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrB-n0oWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/siZTlxTkZy8/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrB-n0oWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/siZTlxTkZy8/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262925690037379426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the moment they all started eating. On the left is Carmen as you guess know, on the right is Kevin Chen, Carmen's adopted son, which claimed to be born from a rock beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrB5T29cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OZRkZ82tnSo/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrB5T29cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OZRkZ82tnSo/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262925688611468738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrB5T29cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OZRkZ82tnSo/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are Carmen's parent, who adopted Carmen to be their little daughter. They looked rather young due to the anti-aging process they are undergoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrCAUXhoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/prCyI6dQVI8/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmrCAUXhoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/prCyI6dQVI8/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262925690492651138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And because today is Carmen's birthday, Kevin devoted his life to excel in his studies to prove to his disown 'father' that he can do it (and mostly cause his mum says so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, another day to bully Lil Mun... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6569906689614160004?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6569906689614160004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6569906689614160004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6569906689614160004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6569906689614160004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/carmens-birthday.html' title='Carmen&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SQmsBBdvZII/AAAAAAAAAF4/8GKGa17Hd9o/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6941506998645281784</id><published>2008-10-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:42:10.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain pain...</title><content type='html'>sob sob. me pain pain. very pain pain. wake up at 4, pain pain at ear... sob...&lt;br /&gt;today morning was just so headache to its max... Huh... The pain...&lt;br /&gt;Headache, high fever, sore throat, ear-ache, and body numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam in two/three days time and I'm this sick?! OH dear... Medic Attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6941506998645281784?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6941506998645281784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6941506998645281784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6941506998645281784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6941506998645281784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain-pain.html' title='pain pain...'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-3848176705416432204</id><published>2008-10-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:50:25.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick during Exam Month</title><content type='html'>This is not good at all. I'm being sick... Aduh... sick during Exam Period is never good. Huh... Need medical attention. Medic students, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-3848176705416432204?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/3848176705416432204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=3848176705416432204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3848176705416432204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3848176705416432204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-during-exam-month.html' title='Sick during Exam Month'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-8173393998765290382</id><published>2008-10-24T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:37:16.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>To My Wife out there Wandering,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Missing you from afar,&lt;br /&gt;Burns and bruises my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My heart couldn’t take it no longer,&lt;br /&gt;It desires of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Only yours shall heal its sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;No heart but yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;My heart desires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As day walked by,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find that I been missing you,&lt;br /&gt;The time that flowed by feels long,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stand no longer,&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s dying and has no will to live,&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue surviving,&lt;br /&gt;To see you once more, I shall endure it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fate spindle away with time,&lt;br /&gt;May that fate bring our hearts together,&lt;br /&gt;Be one once more,&lt;br /&gt;And never to be broken apart again,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a promise, a vow I shall make,&lt;br /&gt;With my blood of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I shall make it true once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Gods of Heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;May Thee bear witness of my vow,&lt;br /&gt;The promise that I made with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I shall love her once more,&lt;br /&gt;For eternally I shall do so,&lt;br /&gt;I shall make her an immortal,&lt;br /&gt;Carved in my soul and heart, I shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-8173393998765290382?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/8173393998765290382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=8173393998765290382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8173393998765290382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/8173393998765290382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-wife-out-there-wandering.html' title='To My Wife out there Wandering,'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6409041931824500706</id><published>2008-10-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:37:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Papers Down, 6 More to GO!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha... Six More to Go? Aiyo... This would be longer than expected to be taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6409041931824500706?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6409041931824500706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6409041931824500706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6409041931824500706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6409041931824500706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-papers-down-6-more-to-go.html' title='4 Papers Down, 6 More to GO!!!'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-3677105909250103347</id><published>2008-10-19T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:07:48.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Facial Story = PFS</title><content type='html'>Today is just the most OUCH day in life. The Facial Wash...&lt;br /&gt;My Mum insisted on me to wash my face from blemishes and pimples. my face is just like growing pimples all over. That's just ain't good ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for this facial treatment. Here, they poke every pimple of mine. Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;Then they pinch the blood out from the pimple. Double OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, they apply some face lotion on my face, and it burns... Seriously burning... Then the mask is being applied on it, soon wrapped in plastic wrappers... I looked like a robber, except I'm in white. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPtNCKbU2LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cWlveVUPOuQ/s1600-h/Picture(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPtNCKbU2LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cWlveVUPOuQ/s320/Picture(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258881689439230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything is being removed and I'm FREED from painful torments... Phew... So that's my today for you guys. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-3677105909250103347?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/3677105909250103347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=3677105909250103347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3677105909250103347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/3677105909250103347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/painful-facial-story-pfs.html' title='Painful Facial Story = PFS'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPtNCKbU2LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cWlveVUPOuQ/s72-c/Picture(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6143752508153161057</id><published>2008-10-18T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:38:00.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Poem of A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you’ve already know the factual fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the one and only true-life truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone knows of this verity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That we both are just so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re like an Othello chip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Totally opposite in every way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost everything in fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way you walk along the ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just makes them want to lose their feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way you talk to the ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just makes them want to drop on their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re brilliant in many ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;who am I to kid? You’re perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perfection seems to be your game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though you’ve a baby, you’re always the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A girl worth of your standard should be thankful she got you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You as her very lucky, propitious boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If not, then I got nothing to say of her no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I can’t go insulting girls like this, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re unique, that I can say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can deny this very proof; I’m assured of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So you’re better left away from me, your opposite side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For I’m just a burden to your dynamic soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, I’m better left forgotten, left to be lost in the Stream of Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m no one but a shadow, creeping along the valley of obscurity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abandoned alone beyond the wasteland of disillusionment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing to do but to wait, lingering for the time to pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for you, the angel, the angelic divine one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A gift brought from Ninth Heaven, given by God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To show the path to righteous and pure perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bringing them a step closer to God, the Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So have this convinced you much about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If not, then I’m left speechless, really speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well this is the truth, the one and only fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is reality, so guess you and I have to face it sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what the heck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who am I to judge you, besides myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So whatever you do, just do your thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it’s better that way, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, always remember this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as time goes by, flying by across your very eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories of heartrending and blissful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all will tend to fade away, fade along with time itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then please remember your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one stood by your side, supporting your stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the one help you to stand on your feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They’re true friends, worth to be memories of lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6143752508153161057?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6143752508153161057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6143752508153161057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6143752508153161057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6143752508153161057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/poem-of-friend.html' title='Poem of A Friend'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6760819584763245489</id><published>2008-10-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:05:47.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>That Child</title><content type='html'>The look of an innocent child he has,&lt;br /&gt;But a power beyond an Angel nor a Devil he possessed,&lt;br /&gt;Looks may be portraying to all,&lt;br /&gt;But then, it's what he capable of becomes man's greatest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Devil's work is a Child's play,&lt;br /&gt;A phrase no longer unknown to man today,&lt;br /&gt;Despicable, unspeakable, inexpressible,&lt;br /&gt;No man would ever wanted to say it,&lt;br /&gt;As we all know,&lt;br /&gt;it's Him we fear, besides God himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6760819584763245489?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6760819584763245489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6760819584763245489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6760819584763245489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6760819584763245489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-child.html' title='That Child'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-2057499816390743949</id><published>2008-10-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:41:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth behind the J-Attack</title><content type='html'>This is reporting... well in fact the truth behind the J-Attack on a victim who call herself Mun Mun. Her identity is remained classified by the Global Government as this is still undergoing whether the J-Man or Joshua Pui can be accused of his crimes (not mentioned). The following events is the true occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYHi_FCzxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nRyiR5P4lDY/s1600-h/1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYHi_FCzxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nRyiR5P4lDY/s400/1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257397912631168786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a peaceful afternoon where birds are chirping and blah blah blah.....in a beautiful, neat, expensive 'mansion' nearby Taylor's College. The victim, Mun Mun was doing her usual chores and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYHkC0F17I/AAAAAAAAADA/4emy971oXgQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYHkC0F17I/AAAAAAAAADA/4emy971oXgQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257397930813675442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came these two guys out from nowhere. The guy on left side of the picture claims himself to be Joshua Pui, which is still undergoing some investigation. The other guy is Ivan How, Minister of something I guess...&lt;br /&gt;(For your information, this is not a ROYAL SCANDAL!!!) Ivan How was not involved in this situation but then took part as a hostage by the guy on his left.&lt;br /&gt;'Joshua' was taking photo of Mun Mun as she was sleeping away on the bed peacefully. (You'll get the drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJLXaFofI/AAAAAAAAADI/C3oJbQuSbFc/s1600-h/3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJLXaFofI/AAAAAAAAADI/C3oJbQuSbFc/s400/3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399705868280306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just the beginning of his sins...&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/XP/Desktop/Joshua/edited%20joshi/3%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun Mun was staring at him, looking directly into his eyes and found out that 'Joshua', who she claims as her 'brother', was up to no good. She took some photographs of 'Joshua' doing something dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographs taken were beyond over-rated and this is a friendly news for young kids to read. Who wants it, ask from Mun Mun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJL8c9Q3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Lsva-US13K8/s1600-h/8+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJL8c9Q3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Lsva-US13K8/s400/8+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399715812426610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Joshua' is then looking back at her again, making her scared of him. She then call out for the parents (the unknown couple) for help but no respond back as they busy with themselves. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJMFiIy4I/AAAAAAAAADY/nnijIKb3pDA/s1600-h/2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYJMFiIy4I/AAAAAAAAADY/nnijIKb3pDA/s400/2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399718250072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She called for 911 but as you know, 911 lines are always busy and they hardly picked up the phone. She was in need of help, desperately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMinrx2_I/AAAAAAAAADg/Koh2pksTWOM/s1600-h/11+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMinrx2_I/AAAAAAAAADg/Koh2pksTWOM/s320/11+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403403909323762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As she slowly walked downstairs cautiously, she knew Joshua is having his eyes on her. Fear struck her... She looked for something for protection. So she took... a chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMiqTwIzI/AAAAAAAAADo/NjUZJYXYbbM/s1600-h/12+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMiqTwIzI/AAAAAAAAADo/NjUZJYXYbbM/s320/12+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403404613854002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There Joshua awaits for her, with a chair in his hands, waiting to whack her till she unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Mun Mun tried resisting the attacks but couldn't able too as Joshua was being too rough and was drooling all over the floor, making a mess for the couple to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMixqjg9I/AAAAAAAAADw/OM12P9zZemg/s1600-h/13+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMixqjg9I/AAAAAAAAADw/OM12P9zZemg/s320/13+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403406588543954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She then shouted to Joshua to stop but he refused. He continued attacking little Mun Mun. She kept yelling for help but no one respond... There were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYOAJOdjNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SRWhcdZ85pk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYOAJOdjNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SRWhcdZ85pk/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257405010640997586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;four people upstairs, watching a movie of Pride And Prejudice where Nick and Ivan thought that Pride is the sister to Prejudice while the dog's name is And.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky is the other hand was chatting with his beloved wife over the seven seas.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda was into the movie that she felt she was Pride, or maybe Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the J-Attack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMiwSO5FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/az9Kv2h_Dtk/s1600-h/DSC00213+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMiwSO5FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/az9Kv2h_Dtk/s320/DSC00213+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403406218093650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua non-stop attacking little Mun Mun. Just look at that evil smile, he just can't wait to lay his hands on her... Joshua then acts violently against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMjZyGJdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mt6dHIIpMzM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYMjZyGJdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mt6dHIIpMzM/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403417357592018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAT-bkcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v7CMhr4TtA4/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAT-bkcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v7CMhr4TtA4/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407212549804482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun Mun was brutally attacked and her chair was badly damaged. She was in dire of medical attention and yet no one responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAJclywI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1KgJj4Gr7DU/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAJclywI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1KgJj4Gr7DU/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407209723513602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAioi6rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mQiyOLhgLeg/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYQAioi6rI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mQiyOLhgLeg/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407216484543154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw Ivan How, busy watching cartoons near the crime scene. He then send Mun Mun to SJMC and reported to police nearby. Mun Mun was able to recover smoothly but Joshua was never arrested as he flee away into a black Pajero to escape.&lt;br /&gt;since then, Mun Mun still fears of her brother Joshua as he tried to ........ uh-hum... uh-hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the truth behind the J-Attack, So keep on a look out. Joshua Pui might be still out there, wandering for new victims. Beware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. To Joshua, if ya feel a bit insulted in this post, my job is complete.&lt;br /&gt;TO Mun Mun, if ya feel a bit insulted in this post, well, delete it... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Well, cause this is something to go against lil Joshua... HEHE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-2057499816390743949?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/2057499816390743949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=2057499816390743949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2057499816390743949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2057499816390743949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth-behind-j-attack.html' title='The Truth behind the J-Attack'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8gPW4tU7GQ/SPYHi_FCzxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nRyiR5P4lDY/s72-c/1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-2662462322346415108</id><published>2008-10-18T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:07:24.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Save from the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day was bright then as I last remember on land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The flowers blooming away, the trees waving at me gently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The river flowing smoothly, the wind breezing towards me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sky was cheerful as ever, and the sun was smiling brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, it was sure a nice day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A day to do almost anything I like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywhere I want, at anytime I please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, wished I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;reminisce of those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when was it? I'm not so sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For I'm getting lost beyond all reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost within a dark corner of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left alone, all alone in that dark black pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been there for four years since then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, it's really been that four years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alone, strutting and fretting in that small pit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doing nothing but wishing to step out and see&lt;br /&gt;that beautiful sky once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is that? I seeing something glaring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun is dazzling? The sky is shimmering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could this be? No way, it just couldn't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it is, why now but not before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I kept thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thinking real hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thinking of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thus I know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then a hand appeared from the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He then said, "Hold onto my hand and I'll let you be freed from it",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took his hand and was pulled out of that black pit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there it was, the clear blue sky that I once dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-2662462322346415108?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/2662462322346415108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=2662462322346415108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2662462322346415108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/2662462322346415108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-from-dark.html' title='Save from the Dark'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2275888162345265063.post-6795571407067900007</id><published>2008-10-18T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:02:40.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Welcome readers... to Dirge's Blog, where He (or rather Me) shall let you people experience how's life beyond his view. Hope you people shall enjoy the posts of His.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for visiting this blog though. This is new for Him, so please share some guidance of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2275888162345265063-6795571407067900007?l=childishdirge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/feeds/6795571407067900007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2275888162345265063&amp;postID=6795571407067900007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6795571407067900007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2275888162345265063/posts/default/6795571407067900007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childishdirge.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Welcome to My New Blog'/><author><name>Dirge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633111718257983323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
