<?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-4334119592117879576</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:03:27.276-07:00</updated><category term='wei yip exhaust shop'/><category term='pilot.'/><category term='thoughts.'/><category term='poet wiites poems+poems are for fags = poets are fags'/><category term='heartache every momment'/><category term='the kancil owner is a malay. nuff said.'/><category term='we love aunt marry.'/><category term='you miserable twat.'/><category term='this is considered an update'/><title type='text'>Sleepwalking Past Hope</title><subtitle type='html'>chicken curry for the soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-2280110797903389717</id><published>2010-10-04T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:37:10.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you miserable twat.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is considered an update'/><title type='text'>drake, how are you?</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BORED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-2280110797903389717?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/2280110797903389717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/10/drake-how-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/2280110797903389717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/2280110797903389717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/10/drake-how-are-you.html' title='drake, how are you?'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-5051383078670362993</id><published>2010-07-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:48:43.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet wiites poems+poems are for fags = poets are fags'/><title type='text'>Im in class, motherfuckers!</title><content type='html'>Haaa, ujin, im in class u know. good ah?&lt;br /&gt;ha ha. my classes this semester is quite ok. I dont have any male lecturers. good classmates, tonnes of homework. no tutorials. and i have classes everyday! chow hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in right now, im having my English appreciation class. we are learning about... basically literature lah. now, we r doing Walt Whitman's O' captain, my captain. pretty awesome poem. its about the civil war and the death of Abraham Lincoln. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/44/Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg/245px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;&lt;br /&gt;    The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;&lt;br /&gt;    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,&lt;br /&gt;    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But O heart! heart! heart!&lt;br /&gt;        O the bleeding drops of red,&lt;br /&gt;        Where on the deck my Captain lies,&lt;br /&gt;        Fallen cold and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;&lt;br /&gt;    Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;&lt;br /&gt;    For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;&lt;br /&gt;    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Here Captain! dear father!&lt;br /&gt;        This arm beneath your head;&lt;br /&gt;        It is some dream that on the deck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You’ve fallen cold and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;&lt;br /&gt;    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;&lt;br /&gt;    The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;&lt;br /&gt;    From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!&lt;br /&gt;        But I, with mournful tread,&lt;br /&gt;        Walk the deck my Captain lies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Fallen cold and dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-5051383078670362993?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/5051383078670362993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-class-motherfuckers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/5051383078670362993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/5051383078670362993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-class-motherfuckers.html' title='Im in class, motherfuckers!'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-8473911778477969522</id><published>2010-06-08T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:32:20.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wei yip exhaust shop'/><title type='text'>we used to be a four piece band.</title><content type='html'>hey peeps. i just got back from yam cha with dinesh and elishia. for those of you who dont know who's dinesh, he is an indian oops, sri lankan guy. he hates indian and loves cars and chinese chicks. self proclaiming to the max, horny, show off, black.....coz  he's indian, likes to curse, likes to drink, a chain smoker, only child, and he thinks that everyone is below him. owh yea, and he's always horny. u'd notice that i mention horny twice. thats because he would fuck a lamp post if that object has a vagina. and he can be a little annoying sometimes.  but he is a good friend.  elishia is u-jin's girlfriend. she is Chinese. elishia is a fun-loving girl, happy-go-lucky, kind hearted, helpful, funny, generous. she is a good friend too. owh yea, she recently learnt how to deal with dinesh's annoyment. &lt;------ if this word makes any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time all three of us lepak together without u-jin. and u might ask who the hell is u-jin. his name is cheng u-jin. a mix breed between chinese and well, chinese. although he claims himself to be spanish because he likes fernando torres. he is a kind, happy, funny, stingy, smart. he is the smartest in our circle. this motherfucker is rally smart. he scored all a's in upsr, pmr, and spm. he also ace all his finals. (you would notice that elishia and u-jin has qualities that dinesh could only dream about). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic on dick, i mean hand, this is the first time us three lepak together because u-jin is away. he is currently in the united kingdom doing his degree and masters. see, i told y'all this fucker is smart. towards the end of our 3 hours lepaking session, elishia said that our conversation was 85% about u-jin. see how much we miss the guy. especially elishia lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u-jin will be coming back this coming december for Christmas and new year celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA5-Rdcp_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/J5w0KuAtd_o/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA5-Rdcp_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/J5w0KuAtd_o/s320/e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480456634984168562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ujin and elishia&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/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA5-XJRuf8I/AAAAAAAAACk/aZYzECX7_vM/s1600/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA5-XJRuf8I/AAAAAAAAACk/aZYzECX7_vM/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480456732648832962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-8473911778477969522?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/8473911778477969522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-used-to-be-four-piece-band.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/8473911778477969522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/8473911778477969522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-used-to-be-four-piece-band.html' title='we used to be a four piece band.'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA5-Rdcp_HI/AAAAAAAAACc/J5w0KuAtd_o/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-5116324948046197748</id><published>2010-04-02T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:50:23.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we love aunt marry.'/><title type='text'>keep it, aunt marry anne.</title><content type='html'>i have an aunt. her name is marry. marry anne seaton. she is my mom's older sister. she lives in penang with my grandma. she is not married. she is my god mum. she takes care of my cousins and i when we were babies. occasionally, she would come down and visit me. one fine day, when i was about 4 years old, i noticed that aunt marry had her gold ring, bracelet and necklace. so i said, "when i get married, you could give your jeweleries to my wife." she and my mom laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2003, aunt marry was diagnose with breast cancer. she kept it to her self. except my mom and aunt lyn. so she went through the surgery and therapy in singapore. recently, she complained about back aches. it seems that the cancer had spread to her bones. so this morning, she and my mom went to singapore and see the doctor. for the record, now is 8.40 pm. 10 minutes ago, aunt marry called me. she asked whether i remember anything about her jeweleries. i said no. so she told me the story above. how i want her to give them to my wife and all. of course i didnt mean it, jeez, i was just 4 years old. she said that she's giving me the jewels. i didnt want it but she insisted. i dont want it. i said told her that she could give it herself when she meets my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.&lt;br /&gt;-Edvard Munch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-5116324948046197748?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/5116324948046197748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-it-aunt-marry-anne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/5116324948046197748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/5116324948046197748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-it-aunt-marry-anne.html' title='keep it, aunt marry anne.'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-6567976899550984354</id><published>2010-02-28T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:10:39.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kancil owner is a malay. nuff said.'/><title type='text'>I'm Back, and Its Whack.</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since i last post. i didnt really have time to write. with all of the stuff going on with my life, its impossible to spend a wholesome 5 minutes on posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one update. I got into a car accident an hour ago. me and my buddy jason, were driving home along jalan genting klang. u guys know where it is if u guys live arround wangsa maju. its the place where steven"s corner is. try the roti cheese telur. u would literally shed tears of joy. its fucking nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story. we came about a junction. so, i braked la. two seconds later, a bloody kancil banged my car from behind. and we were like "MOTHERFUCKER!" it was a loud bang. so, while we were at the junction, i thought to my self that we should turn and stop aside to settle the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was stupid of us. that bloody fishstick ran away! how fucked up was that? &lt;br /&gt;the registration number is : AFM 9947. A SILVER KANCIL. the cops will be go after ur stinkin' ass hommie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed with the kancil driver. i'll see u and your tudung girlfriend very soon. till then, have a fucked up life. if u have a business, may your business become shitty. if you have a son, may your son piss through his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-6567976899550984354?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/6567976899550984354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-and-its-whack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/6567976899550984354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/6567976899550984354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-and-its-whack.html' title='I&apos;m Back, and Its Whack.'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-2861070271965098376</id><published>2010-01-20T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:42:38.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.'/><title type='text'>One Malaysia, Huh?</title><content type='html'>Alright peeps, you know how our current PM came up with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one malaysia&lt;/span&gt; thinggy right. well, did he really think that its gonna work. seriously, what is One Malaysia? where everybody is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;equal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the same&lt;/span&gt; yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, citizens in malaysia can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be equal. they can never be the same. i mean look at them, they have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; skin, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; skin, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;, skinny, handsome, ugly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bad smell&lt;/span&gt;.. they can never be equal because the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;malays&lt;/span&gt; have their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;special rights&lt;/span&gt;. if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one particular race&lt;/span&gt; has their very own rights, then they are better than other races. special rights, as i know of came about when our first PM said that malays and bumiputras are kinda like the sole owner of malaysia. meaning that they are from malaysia. so, having the special rights would make them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; in every way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kosmo.com.my/kosmo/pix/2008/0813/Kosmo/Negara/ne_04.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the special rights is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UiTM&lt;/span&gt;. UiTM stands for, as my friend came up with it,  universiti ini tolong melayu. everyone can pursue their studies in UiTm but provided that they are malays and bumiputra. Lol! i have friends back home. its kinda like the series &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;entourage&lt;/span&gt;. naah, im just kidding. my friends back home are mostly non-malays studying in private colleges. when they heard that my one semester fee is rm470, they were like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shit hommie, thats cheap&lt;/span&gt;. they said that their one semester fee in private college is like over rm2000. and i was like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shit hommie, thats expensive&lt;/span&gt;. u know how thrifty people can be right. they are not cheap, but thrifty. cheap is like a jew trying to buy a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/span&gt; loafers, ending up buying BATA shoes. Thrifty is like a china-man buying a pair of LV loafers at petaling street. They still walk in style. back to the point, spending less for a child's education could contradict One Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-2861070271965098376?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/2861070271965098376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-malaysia-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/2861070271965098376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/2861070271965098376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-malaysia-huh.html' title='One Malaysia, Huh?'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-267127929411241064</id><published>2010-01-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:17:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm rich Motherfuck*r!</title><content type='html'>well, this post has nothing to do with the title. i wrote it besause i &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; saying it. you should try it. its for when people ask you : hey, why did you do that?, then you answer......&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE IM RiCH MOTHERFUCKER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. alright alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna tell you guys about &lt;strong&gt;AUTISM.&lt;/strong&gt;. many of you dont really have any clue about Autism right?&lt;br /&gt;well, im sure you guys know about Down Syndrome. Autism is not like that aite? so clear your heads about what you know of autism. &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/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA6JIAs6coI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UkSu47hln5w/s1600/autism-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA6JIAs6coI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UkSu47hln5w/s320/autism-ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468567276810882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autism is a disorder of neural development that is characterized by impaired social interaction and communication, and by restricted and repetitive behavior. These signs all begin before a child is three years old.[1] Autism affects information processing in the brain by altering how nerve cells and their synapses connect and organize; how this occurs is not well understood.[2] The two other autism spectrum disorders (ASD) are Asperger syndrome, which lacks delays in cognitive development and language, and PDD-NOS, diagnosed when full criteria for the other two disorders are not met.[3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autism has a strong genetic basis, although the genetics of autism are complex and it is unclear whether ASD is explained more by rare mutations, or by rare combinations of common genetic variants.[4] In rare cases, autism is strongly associated with agents that cause birth defects.[5] Controversies surround other proposed environmental causes, such as heavy metals, pesticides or childhood vaccines;[6] the vaccine hypotheses are biologically implausible and lacking convincing scientific evidence.[7] The prevalence of autism is about 1–2 per 1,000 people; the prevalence of ASD is about 6 per 1,000, with about four times as many males as females. The number of people diagnosed with autism has increased dramatically since the 1980s, partly due to changes in diagnostic practice; the question of whether actual prevalence has increased is unresolved.[8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents usually notice signs in the first two years of their child's life. The signs usually develop gradually, but some autistic children first develop more normally and then regress. Although early behavioral or cognitive intervention can help autistic children gain self-care, social, and communication skills, there is no known cure. Not many children with autism live independently after reaching adulthood, though some become successful. An autistic culture has developed, with some individuals seeking a cure and others believing autism should be tolerated as a difference and not treated as a disorder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-267127929411241064?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/267127929411241064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-im-rich-motherfuckr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/267127929411241064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/267127929411241064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-im-rich-motherfuckr.html' title='Because I&apos;m rich Motherfuck*r!'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/TA6JIAs6coI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UkSu47hln5w/s72-c/autism-ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-5400819967730157250</id><published>2010-01-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:31:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood, Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020lLL01LrBMByoGjzbkF/SIG=12t28e9kh/EXP=1263435979/**http%3A//www.enjoyart.com/library/subjects/celebrity/large/legal_action.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness at its best. my friend once ca,e up with the idea of a drawing. imagine bob marley and jimi hendrix sharing a joint. how's that bitch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-5400819967730157250?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/5400819967730157250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/hollywood-hollywood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/5400819967730157250'/><link 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src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/3043323966_8acbc660b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i really hate my class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-1656279043179256931?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/1656279043179256931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-i-feel-as-right-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/1656279043179256931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/1656279043179256931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-how-i-feel-as-right-of-this.html' title='This is how i feel as right of this momment.'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/3043323966_8acbc660b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-8425568912275729718</id><published>2009-12-21T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:54:11.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache every momment'/><title type='text'>my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>what will be your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first impression&lt;/span&gt; when you see a girl with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;? she must be a good girl. and you'll bet 10 bucks saying that she is a virgin. the truth is, 80% of these girls are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;. almost every amateur sex vids in malaysia has a tudung girl giving some random guy a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to tell all the pakcik and makcik to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wake up and smell the coffee&lt;/span&gt;. you old people think that your race/religion is that holy? do some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;. buy a cell with bluetooth. and then you make your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hypothesis&lt;/span&gt;. please. do not have this stupid idea that your tudung daughter is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saint&lt;/span&gt; and non-tudung/other religion girls are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you guys really think that malaysian youths would not be badly influence by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;banning international acts&lt;/span&gt;? think again bitches. that doesnt stop the youths from wearing over exposed attire. why dont you guys &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;band ne-yo&lt;/span&gt;? he's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and im pretty sure he's a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;. aren't you guys scared that your precious youth would be black and all the muslim will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;convert&lt;/span&gt; to Christianity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, you guys really dont think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334119592117879576-8425568912275729718?l=heartagram-21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/feeds/8425568912275729718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/8425568912275729718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334119592117879576/posts/default/8425568912275729718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartagram-21.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts.'/><author><name>Constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465173016042006581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdMeAghnBMw/Sy-mXcavSUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LJDMKhH3sgE/S220/11248_1208409861663_1571216244_30523692_2849607_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334119592117879576.post-9156139481727842477</id><published>2009-12-20T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:52:26.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilot.'/><title type='text'>Halt, Who Goes There?</title><content type='html'>i &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; sitting down for a long period of time because i cant feel my butt afterwards. so dont expect too much from me. why am i doing a blog then? good question. to tell you the truth, as in right now, i'm bored to death. and i figured i'm not &lt;b&gt;popular&lt;/b&gt; enough to have a twitter account. so, in order to gain the popularity, i'm gonna start writing blogs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, this is me &lt;b&gt;lying&lt;/b&gt; to you and &lt;b&gt;being sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;. i hate the fact that regular people tend to update their status. like, "im shitting in a toilet and there is a cell number written on the door". and it ticks me off just to know that they are &lt;b&gt;ugly&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may sound serious, but i'm not. &lt;b&gt;write that down&lt;/b&gt;. i lie when i have to. i even lie if i want to. so get used to it. aint everything i say is true. so dont go around and say that Drake has this theory of &lt;b&gt;making pigs fly&lt;/b&gt;. i may write as if i have that theory but i dont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.am.mclovin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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