<?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-25226679</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:24:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger Against My Head</title><subtitle type='html'>Impelled severely &amp; Idea comes fluently | Aim the trigger &amp; now i'm writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-8373276627181855057</id><published>2008-01-06T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:26:15.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babi Skinned New Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3_c05-plbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DQGe2xQqr7c/s1600-h/New_kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152079300210038194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3_c05-plbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DQGe2xQqr7c/s400/New_kick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Babi Zara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bought a new kick from Zara, made by pig skin. Ultimate comfy, leather wrapped and craftmanships are flawless. Bought it during sales at price RM199.90 with initial price RM310.00. Only on the 2nd day during the sales, many shoes left unavailable size. I grabbed one straight without secondary thoughts. Don't forget Chinese New Year is just around the corner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-8373276627181855057?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/8373276627181855057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=8373276627181855057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/8373276627181855057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/8373276627181855057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2008/01/babi-skinned-new-kick.html' title='Babi Skinned New Kick'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3_c05-plbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DQGe2xQqr7c/s72-c/New_kick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-7811431855233128397</id><published>2008-01-02T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:26:15.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien vs Predator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3uW_5-plaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K2u-bMa_mwk/s1600-h/A%26P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150876623467812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3uW_5-plaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K2u-bMa_mwk/s400/A%26P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCKS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not a film critic or whatsoever but seriously I have to say this, this movie SUCKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Not violent, not much scene to see, whole movie is like so fucking dark and all you can see is those big fellas hugging each other like teletubbies, not much ammunition/firearms, almost-have-sex-scene but also didn't happen to have sex (that babe is hot, MCB), no climax. What type of grade C movie is this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate it 0 out of 5. Not even worth a single score. Fucking waste money for this movie. Screw you aliens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-7811431855233128397?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/7811431855233128397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=7811431855233128397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/7811431855233128397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/7811431855233128397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2008/01/alien-vs-predator.html' title='Alien vs Predator'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/R3uW_5-plaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K2u-bMa_mwk/s72-c/A%26P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-2359149082660468545</id><published>2007-10-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:26:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes "Big Small Eye"</title><content type='html'>No! I didn't peep the girl next door but my girlfriend! So? She's my gf anyway and as if she didn't peep mine? Agrh.. crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy days; hot days, tension for money make me own a Benz&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;, the old E-class Chinaman's Benz&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RwfDIlUFjnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DOiRoycIt2M/s1600-h/07102007553_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RwfDIlUFjnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DOiRoycIt2M/s400/07102007553_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118274053752589938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( perfect model for optical center)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seriously hurt especially I've got 2 interviews next week. Damn, suppose to be the time for me to rest my swollen bitch eye, yet afterward I've got someone to fetch for hanging out late night at Italiannies. Argh...! Can't someone be able to care for my feelings?! Argh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to some old beautiful authentic jazz, help keeps my inflammation discomfort reduce a little. The vocals, the rhythms, legends, Ah... divine enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell wish to write more, but got to be a driver now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-2359149082660468545?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/2359149082660468545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=2359149082660468545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/2359149082660468545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/2359149082660468545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2007/10/mercedes-big-small-eye.html' title='Mercedes &quot;Big Small Eye&quot;'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RwfDIlUFjnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DOiRoycIt2M/s72-c/07102007553_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-2102701102435210447</id><published>2007-06-27T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:42:03.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a very sincere friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixsZy2425eY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixsZy2425eY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reading through this month's FHM, Blades Of Glory is in review. It reminds me of the movie - Napoleon Dynamite. This is where the scene when he went solo on stage by helping  his best friend in an election for class ambassador. Napoleon Dynamite is a must watch movie as well as Blades of Glory, they both hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-2102701102435210447?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/2102701102435210447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=2102701102435210447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/2102701102435210447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/2102701102435210447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-is-very-sincere-friend-of-mine.html' title='He is a very sincere friend of mine'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-4266092542981824585</id><published>2007-06-17T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:26:16.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is ThaiYurd, My real name is Anne Tee Sou Shyrl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kind of fuck up when people always 'reply' you with "Arh... I'm tired, I don't feel like going out." Sounds damn Cheebai isn't it? Can you please get a better excuse rather than saying that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck Anti-Social people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RnVC-8loa5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkShtLvk95I/s1600-h/FUCKYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RnVC-8loa5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkShtLvk95I/s400/FUCKYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077037804113390482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; is the main word of making friends. When ones unable to click will leads- friends gone, relationships gone, love gone, sex gone. Every single part of your life needs communications. It even works when you're eating a Hotdog as huge as a dick. You could tell yourself to suck hard with it or chew it vigorously, thus the message communicates with your brain and stimulates your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when comes to the society, you can't really be yourself anytime you want. People are suppose to be spontaneous in any situation and always remember to choose what is the best  character to be in an appropriate scenario as if you are a movie star. Serve yourself like water and able to dissolve everywhere. I guarantee something good will show up in later process and it works very effectively indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-4266092542981824585?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/4266092542981824585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=4266092542981824585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/4266092542981824585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/4266092542981824585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-name-is-thaiyurd-my-real-name-is.html' title='My name is ThaiYurd, My real name is Anne Tee Sou Shyrl'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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/_bqZ5nRJY3G4/RnVC-8loa5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkShtLvk95I/s72-c/FUCKYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-116948152461979040</id><published>2007-01-22T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:59:05.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've start working since last Monday. - A graphic designer (70%) Account Executive (30%). Initially, I never intend to go into graphic design field at all due to its tiredness of looking at the computer screen all day long. Seriously, my work sucks. I know someone got a suck-ier job than me but i would still like to mention, My WORK SUCKS. Sitting down there keep designing stuff which you don't even intend to draw; which is not your idea; which is not competitive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i realized, why working people always say :"Study is better than working oneeeee, more enjoy leh..." But when goes back to the educational stage, it was like "fuck man! ASS- ignments". But seriously, i love IACT's assignments. Felt so alive when gotten a task to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/81117/Picture%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/379767/Picture%287%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my working desktop, yeah, damn fucking cool iMac, Pentium Duo Core 2.2 something Gbhz 1.5 gb ram. Whatever you need is in there. In conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the price you're going to work like cow. I think is even worse than a cow, because:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cow still able to expose to sunlight while I'm NOT. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working environment is like shit. (Robot-like-environment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working hour longer than a cow. ( I don't even have time for my fucking gym!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No career expansion. (or should i say opportunity?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-expandable creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah. Pentium Duo Core and whatsoever, So what? I can't really turn on Illustrator CS2&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt; and Photoshop CS2&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt; together. It will not hang, yes is cool! But it will automatically close all your unsave applications without notice only. Imagine you can't even do pathfinder in Illustrator; try to imagine how bad was that when you understand what I'm saying. And yeah, 1Gb of RAM expansion cost RM700. Fuck You MAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have to wait for Creative Suite CS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;  now and i heard is coming out on Spring. Or else I'm going to keep repeating the Pseudo-Lan-Yeng-Function Key + S to save my job in every squares i drew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-116948152461979040?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116948152461979040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116948152461979040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116948152461979040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116948152461979040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-new-life.html' title='I&apos;ve got a new life'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-116888040738889618</id><published>2007-01-15T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:02:50.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's dead, it's dead.</title><content type='html'>Don't know why, when i look up to the blue sky and white clouds, noting impress me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, when i step on dog poo today i don't feel shitty at all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, when i go into design, no inspiration at all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, when i go home, i just feel like busy-ing at all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a thing is grey in colour, is very hard to overlay other colour on it. Because it looks the same (like shit). When my heart is dead, I will be dead like hell. Excuses and apologies will be too late for it. So, i will only say the same old two words, "FUCK OFF!" Don't get sensitive with these 2 words, i didn't scream it out though. This is something to do with internal k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PEOPLE DEMAND A LOT! Is good to demand sometimes, especially as a perfectionist like me but i'm not talking about this type of demand. I'm talking about those fuckers who has so many things in life which doesn't need to achieve at all, but still demand so much. Really pissed with this type of fuckers who i can actually list it in Top 10 Billboard Blind-folded Fucking Asshole list. Come on, just say "FUCK OFF!' to this type of people. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to involve myself with anything towards this type of people anymore. Nevertheless, I won't like/love people who don't even know how to tolerate me, because i know I'm not a person who easily to tolerate with. I'm talking about long term relationships here k? If tolerate, is going to be forever here. Or else just fuck it. I won't be wasting time with this type of people seriously. I'm 22 now and i don't like to play sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, treat people good although other treat you like shit. It is a must to treat your family good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-116888040738889618?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116888040738889618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116888040738889618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116888040738889618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116888040738889618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-its-dead-its-dead.html' title='When it&apos;s dead, it&apos;s dead.'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-116585649584717052</id><published>2006-12-12T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:57:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Amendment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/691128/hr_portal_08_edit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/446571/hr_portal_08_edit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picture gotten from google® images) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/data/constitution/amendment01/"&gt;http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/data/constitution/amendment01/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Does Malaysia practices Freedom Of Speech? Do bloggers really able to blog everything out of their mind without considering on other factors? No way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a good example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixthseal.com"&gt;http://sixthseal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guy brought to court because of determine drugs by showing the dosage process in his blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Forget about these amendment thing. Blog suppose to be free and you can express whatever shit you want as a writer. If readers sensitive about issues on a written blog, move your mouse cursor to the right top corner and fucking click it. If you are not happy, close it stupid. Why are you reading? For fucks? If you want to read, don't fucking complain. If it is not your cup of tea, then go far far away, perhaps go fly kite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bloggers didn't pay readers to read and readers didnt pay bloggers to blog. I believe every bloggers have their style of writting. Bloggers can talk cock sing song whatever they like; yet also can be telling their truth. Bloggers can be general and can be particular, if you think the blogger is talking about you, don't be over 'perasan' sometimes, because he/she didn't even noted your name there saying it was you. Thus, don't reflect yourself with the article or else you will be the laughing stock. If you cannot stand the blogger's disposition, or unable to understand their style, better go to bed, is sleeping time. Not happy? Complain? Go ahead, sue me in the fucking lawyer firm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/937037/FreedomOfSpeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/908974/FreedomOfSpeech.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(modified by grotesquency.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've made another pseudo-Andy Warhol's pieces and to be called "Freedom Of Speech".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/942644/latuffjustice_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/819329/latuffjustice_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picture gotten from Google® Images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't Mess with Freedom Of Speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/381119/Freedom-of-speech.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/372629/Freedom-of-speech.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picture gotten from Google® Images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a nice one. You drunk, you get to speak whatever you like. Even you brought to court, you still have an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-116585649584717052?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116585649584717052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116585649584717052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116585649584717052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116585649584717052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/12/1st-amendment.html' title='1st Amendment'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-116584433329494013</id><published>2006-12-11T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:08:00.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships spihsdneirF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/949313/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/747462/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (picture taken from Gettyimages®)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What the hell are friendships? I believe everything has 2-sided and it always decides by you from your interpretation; yeah, well it is. You are not God, thus there might be a misapprehension when comes to dilemma on which sides you want to choose. Don't choose it wrongly, or else, someone is going to get hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When a guy holding 2 girls to the beach together doesn't means he's having a threesome tonight. It might be a pure gentleman friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When 2 guys half naked taking picture together doesn't means they are gay. Who knows? It might be a pure friendships between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When 2 girls dressed like a slut doesn't means they are going for an orgy tonight. It might be their favourite costumes to be shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dog can be best friend yet it still a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everything has double-sides. Is up to you to decide which sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friendships is forever; well, is a term to be used from generation to generations. Forever? Yes it is. So are you going to stay with your friendssSS forever? Live with them till you die? Live with them till you don't even need a life partner? (Yes, you can be this way if you like) Can you ask your friend to fulfill your sexual indulgence? (Erhem,Yes, you can be this way if you like.) Kiss his/her lips when romance takes place? (Yes, you can be this way, but i believe something is going on behind you guys.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill in the blanks with (o) for YES or (x) for NO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Friend is the one who care when you are down. (o) yes, although they are trying to kehpoh somtimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Friend is the one who is most understands you. (o/x) some might be an idiot. Even some are freelance cock talker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Friend is the one who hurt you. (o/x) it depends as well. Some assholes deserved kuku birds in his/her mouth in order to make sure it keeps the mouth shut when he/she is not suppose to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Friend is the one who always support you from behind. (o/x) yeah, some "real"-understanding friends, they really did support. Yet, some are just pseudo cocker who only knows how to sing song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Friend is the one who help you when you need help. (x) fuck this question. 00^00 (middle finger up straight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Friend is the one who guides you a better way. (xxxxxxxx) fuck you! I don't need your guidance.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7) Friend is the one who leads you on the right track. (xxxxxx) What if i want to go to the left track? Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8) Friend is always there to share problems. (o/XXXXXXX) 1 out of 7 might be. "Friends would kill you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9) Friends is always right, I should trust them. (xxxXX) "Heroin tastes good, try it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10) Friends are forever. ( ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/369651/72013458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/238227/72013458.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(picture taken from Gettyimages®)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bloody bitter face as if these people having some politics in the office. Yet, they could act as well. "Who's the coolest will get a free lunch."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Check out the bottom one again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...........................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...............................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/1600/240980/72013470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6781/2631/400/786430/72013470.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(picture taken from Gettyimages®) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy faces? How you know they are really happy? They could act as well. It could be the guy on the right was accused by those people in saying that his kuku bird looks like peanut while everyone was laughing out loud? Come on, look at his embarass smile! Are these really friends or what?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Double-sided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-116584433329494013?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116584433329494013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116584433329494013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116584433329494013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116584433329494013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendships-spihsdneirf.html' title='Friendships spihsdneirF'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-116222864043726242</id><published>2006-10-31T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:24:24.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive Stuff for Career Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got lots of exclusive stuffs from siblings and friends as gift. Damn happy because I do not need to buy lots of necessary stuffs for my career next time! Sad is because i hope someone could buy me a Semi Digital-SLR Camera! hahaha! Thanks for those presents people! Appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/readytowork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/readytowork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Shiok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my first ever bloody time to post up picture with my face in it. Happy 22nd Birhtday lucky bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/P1020761(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/P1020761%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Class IAA56/57 + SC Creative Crews!)&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/25226679-116222864043726242?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116222864043726242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116222864043726242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116222864043726242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116222864043726242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/10/exclusive-stuff-for-career-use.html' title='Exclusive Stuff for Career Use'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-116059229977867545</id><published>2006-10-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:45:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>Is very pissed when saying different things at different time. I was wondering what's the point of saying "sorry" yet the person is still pissing off; while he/she didn't actually have the qualification to piss? And now i'm fucking pissed. Yeah, damn fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If i trust means i trust.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't trust me; then fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;If you trust me; then trust entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to say it again. Anyone want to define me surfacely, go ahead. I'm not a pretentious fellar who wear a fucking pseudo mask. So, just say whatever you like and I don't care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as confidence. I dislike ones who do not have confidence at all. Especially those who didn't try and yet say they don't know how to function it/making it works. This type of people can never success in life. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-116059229977867545?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/116059229977867545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=116059229977867545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116059229977867545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/116059229977867545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/10/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-115186127445878778</id><published>2006-07-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:19:43.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-Hummm.. Ho-Hummm.. Wu Liao Tediously!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it was just too freakin' bored until you just couldn't feel yourself living in this world; Bored until you couldn't even think of having any sexual interest; Bored until you will keep repeat the same sentence like "arhhhh Whatever man... F**k ittttt..." It really do kills! In fact, that really help creates a lot of job opportunity for psychologist, psychiatrist or whatever mental therapist&lt;em&gt;isises&lt;/em&gt;sss s s ssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interpersonal conversation from these 2 pityful people who got infected with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boredom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asophetamanic illness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;bittt bittt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;bon bon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;miao miao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;wow wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;ngookk ngoook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;boo boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;moooo moooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;wee wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ooo....wee wee then shuee shuee ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;ng ng is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;nggggg!&lt;br /&gt;haha same emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;no my one is... BoooooooOOM BooooOOOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;booom booom pak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;i think urs are phewiitttt phewwiitttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;tung chiak chiak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;tak tung chiangg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;tong de long tong chiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;pu tong pu tongggg Boooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;tak undung tak undung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;dong dong dong chiang, dong dong dong Boootttt.... ops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;tak undung tak undung = malay traditional drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;dong dong dong chiang = chiense drums&lt;br /&gt;dong dong dong Booot = accidentally fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;ching ching ching ching = chinese fighthing drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;chiang chiang chiang chiang = orang mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang bang = get shoot by sm1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;fuuutt fuuuut fuuuutt = 'silencer' fart blow away ur bullet&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahhaa = evil laugh, see you scared meii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;giling giling giling = angle from heaven, use his magic to chase u away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh arhhh arhhhh = very scared your angel arhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;chiang- - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;then u die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;i biaoooo biaaoooo biaooooo = throw my bei siii (nose shit) to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;tek tek tek = all stick on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHA = evil laugh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;then i chiew chiew chiew = throw my air liur to u = its holly waterrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyak aiyak aiyak = mana mari punya ant bite me..&lt;br /&gt;(mou liu dou) KAKAKAKAKka = another evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;(tai yeh la mo guai) ather angle come&lt;br /&gt;CHIEW CHIEW CHIEW CHIEW CHIEW = holly air liur water both from both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;i MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA again = hamsapp and pull ur baju offf&lt;br /&gt;then PIAK PIAK PIAK = mittttttt both your nipples until oohh cehh (bengkak)&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA = evil laugh (tai lei sei meiiii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;then we pull ur pants off&lt;br /&gt;miitttttttt ur little dick until loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ARGHHHHHHH = yuan loi u ppl r not angels... but MO GUAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;hgn... chiu kap juttt jiu&lt;br /&gt;i SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH = blast my wee wee on ur face&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHA = evil laugh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;n i ngngngngngngng&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot of "nice thg" on ur head!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tos ngng r from GOD&lt;br /&gt;then u die soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAH not that easy.... i TOOOP TOOOOP stuck 2 fingers on both ur assholes.... then u all kukk until explode PAKABOOOOM MATI!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHA = evil laugh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm, even i xplore u'll die soon, cox when i xplore my body n water will fly on ur face, every part of mine is from GOD, U"LL DIE&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes yes yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;victoryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;OOOO!!!! HAM KAH CHANNNNNN!!!!!!! HAMPALANG SEI SAIIIIII!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start h/work liao... says:&lt;br /&gt;wei ham ka lingi gtg la&lt;br /&gt;i need 2 do h/work la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(©ħ®Øńč-v¡ß®åñŦ ™) Berlin -&gt; London -&gt; New York -&gt; Paris says:&lt;br /&gt;taAAA TAAAA tAAAAA = The END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...What a waste for these 2 talented young people. Who might know they are the creative director in the industry one day? Sigh* Such a waste! Such a waste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-115186127445878778?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/115186127445878778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=115186127445878778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/115186127445878778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/115186127445878778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/07/ho-hummm-ho-hummm-wu-liao-tediously.html' title='Ho-Hummm.. Ho-Hummm.. Wu Liao Tediously!'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-115078763384937223</id><published>2006-06-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:15:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MotoRAZR v3i de Dolce &amp; Gabanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/MOTORAZR_D&amp;G.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/400/MOTORAZR_D%26G.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true monster, Sexy Monster. It erects me and don't mind having intercourse with a RAZR. I wonder why gold version attracts me a lot but somehow people are saying that those who love gold is very "Kolot" very "Lou tou". Maybe am i really "Kolot"? Then why is this---&gt; Dolce &amp; Gabanna's version uses Gold instead of Platinum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I would say is Glamour, it is very freakin' Glamour. Still remember the Nokia 8850 Gold Edition? Damn &lt;em&gt;STIM&lt;/em&gt;. Whether this monochrome screen mobile still attracts you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/400/ttla_ph_8850g.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/MOTORAZR_D&amp;amp;G.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-115078763384937223?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/115078763384937223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=115078763384937223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/115078763384937223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/115078763384937223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/06/motorazr-v3i-de-dolce-gabanna.html' title='MotoRAZR v3i de Dolce &amp; Gabanna'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-114988279498268042</id><published>2006-06-10T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:01:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tho Minor Crack, Red Liquid Starts Gushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/splated.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/400/splated.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Heart Splated)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is damn hard to get over frustrating time. You will have to scream with a pillow on your mouth since you are not likely to let anyone know about shit happens on you ; You will have to hit on the wall with your head and hope it will burst and feel lighten up &lt;em&gt;delightfully&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try trigger a blade into your flesh and move around the helve continuously, then stop and leave it. Bleeds severely and smell like calcium which as if similiar like Royal Selangor's pewter. In this case, Effortless people will wait to die; Effortful people will survive. Warriors will have to find their ways to defend their life to be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/twentysomething.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/400/twentysomething.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Jamie Cullum's Twentysomething album, nice collaboration of Jazz music with pop genre. It soothes a lil'; Helps lighten up my hypertension. A very gifted pianist who sings in tune with the key non-stop hitting. Album is highly recommended. It will withdraws you out from hustle and bustle life especially when pack inside a small capacity-sardine-like public transport, click it from your iPod or rival Zen, tuck into your ears and turn the volume up to above average. Close your eyes and nod your head a lil' left and right according to the rhythm, feel the music rush through your soul and start breathing slowly, very slowly. That's how music comes alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114988279498268042?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114988279498268042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114988279498268042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114988279498268042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114988279498268042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/06/tho-minor-crack-red-liquid-starts.html' title='Tho Minor Crack, Red Liquid Starts Gushing'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-114961341287926134</id><published>2006-06-07T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:50:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Are Intellectual or Fast Learner or Both?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/shane"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/400/shane%27s%20artwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shane's drawing)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A drawing of my niece abandoned in the living room and with full-heartedly curiosity stimulated me to grabbed up this soon-going-to-be-recycled paper; "Is a drawing..." &lt;em&gt;I found out&lt;/em&gt;. She's 4 years old by the way. I was wondering whether 4 years old children understand the structure of a face? Which a face must &lt;em&gt;sticks&lt;/em&gt; with: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 eyebrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A head that grows with hairs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Or are they just live naively in their world with no occurrence of distorted images? Why some children tend to draw aeroplanes on top of the artwork? yet why she drew balloons? Whether is it Children tend to draw what they had frequently exposed to? Or their indulgence level are high? Or the scenario shown in the picture is their happiest moment? But why only happy moments? Did they have sad moment just like adults too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, children are creative. They can even transform a straw to be a jet plane in imagination or maybe tie up with few shuttlecock containers and assume it was a submachine gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thus, let them expand and you'll have to interpret it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114961341287926134?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114961341287926134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114961341287926134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114961341287926134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114961341287926134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/06/children-are-intellectual-or-fast.html' title='Children Are Intellectual or Fast Learner or Both?'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-114642282307908237</id><published>2006-05-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:40:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kommitm3nt &amp; Exp3ct4t1on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/talkcock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/talkcock.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picture was taken in Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When involving in any commitment, don't talk cock and sing song but react. When dealing with commitment, you would expect to see some hope from the one u made commitment with. Yet, there's an exceptional - If you feel hopeless or he/she didnt give a single bloody damn about you, just f*ck it then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114642282307908237?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114642282307908237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114642282307908237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114642282307908237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114642282307908237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/05/kommitm3nt-exp3ct4t1on.html' title='Kommitm3nt &amp; Exp3ct4t1on'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-114546278872251248</id><published>2006-04-19T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:42:34.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in it behind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/friendSS.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/friendSS.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leng Leng&lt;/strong&gt; - My loves one for almost a year. Yet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you all heard or examine of anything like- &lt;em&gt;the longer it goes, the more problems there exist&lt;/em&gt;? Who else don't want to live a better life? Who else don't want things to be perfect and best indulge him/her individually? Sometimes, you just couldn't make that happen. Unless sacrifice to be made; while, it is not necessary all the time too. Same old adage: &lt;em&gt;Trust &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Appreciations&lt;/em&gt; still play the primary stage in mutual respect procedure and is been an orthodox. If this simple basic procedure is unable to engage while still chose to be the one who is likely to throw excuses all over, everything will be an end. &lt;em&gt;ALIBI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She "inspired" me to start this blog; my first blog entry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/trigger-against-my-head.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/trigger-against-my-head.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/friendSS.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mili&lt;/strong&gt;- Know her for quite some time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Garments, Sewing, Stitching- She's a &lt;em&gt;FashionGirl&lt;/em&gt;. She's not only wears designer's garment and yet, she made herself. Never an &lt;em&gt;unhappy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;in my history even when she lost her high end digital camera. She has a lot of &lt;em&gt;SLAPi-con&lt;/em&gt; (Face-Slapping Emoticons), and I really don't know what the f**K is wrong with her for keep &lt;em&gt;slapping&lt;/em&gt; me in MSN (maybe slap is a sense of Sayang?). But after all, she's still one good friend of mine. Wish her luck in fashion industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siew Mu(x)N&lt;/strong&gt;- Best friend of mine. 7 years of friendships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my mood turns to tasteless even sometimes similiar like eating expiry turd, she will definitely be there for me in allowing me throwing stones and sharp blades to her flesh. She's the woMAN. My best sidekick for many years. Never been missing action, she's a cool babe at all time. Best Friend, Cheers~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am having a severe flu now + fever. Thus, physically and mentally sick. Bless me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114546278872251248?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114546278872251248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114546278872251248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114546278872251248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114546278872251248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-in-it-behind.html' title='What&apos;s in it behind?'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-114469506893150104</id><published>2006-04-10T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:12:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Tree's Tray</title><content type='html'>Quite a long time ago when i was a young kid, when there were visitors for home visit; Frequently, the one to be ordered (&lt;em&gt;aimed by a trigger&lt;/em&gt;) to served the guests with warm and good scent of tea will definitely be me. Of course, to maintain the iconic mental representation of my parents, impression has always played an important role. Nevertheless, I have to present myself to be someone who i'm not used to be; to be someone that people will more likely to call me as a &lt;em&gt;hyper-pseudo-pretentious&lt;/em&gt; Asshole when comes to manner and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VerNch Family's Customs of Serving Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simple, normal and easy. All I need to do is to put all the teas that to be served ontop of a tray and serve the teas with the warmest greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teas were hot and I would more likely not to poured anything out of it. Painstakingly, walking while watching the cups on the tray and ensuring the steadiness of fluids. Unnoticeably, have you all ever observed the same old boring plant's images or patterns were to be re-used and re-used again on the tray? Man, that was bored. How about come out with something more vibrant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/tray.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/tray.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Bubble Tree?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Several Branches are made curled and rounded. Nonetheless to suit the entire design, round &lt;em&gt;bloop bloobs&lt;/em&gt; have been created to add extra effects. Well, it looks a bit like "&lt;em&gt;under water"&lt;/em&gt; and yet tree can't grows under water. It's only a concept, and this is my &lt;strong&gt;BubbleTree&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114469506893150104?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114469506893150104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114469506893150104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114469506893150104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114469506893150104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/bubble-trees-tray.html' title='Bubble Tree&apos;s Tray'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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-25226679.post-114415876162702903</id><published>2006-04-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:18:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orient</title><content type='html'>I'm not a person who detained in any lawful custody, but somehow, im no different from being incarcerated. When you have too much free time to spend; while together with a trigger against your head in such situation, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/1600/ver-2.0.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6781/2631/320/ver-2.0.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;version 2.0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As usual, my hands got itchy and Opps "&lt;em&gt;accidentally"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pressed&lt;/em&gt; out something like that in Illustrator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Orient? &lt;/strong&gt;As a personal view, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = Asia, Leaves, Flowers, Branches, Umbrella, &lt;em&gt;Fan&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;shan zi&lt;/em&gt;), Red and of course Calligraphy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Black and white might be too plain. Thus, colour added layer by layer; &lt;em&gt;fan&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;fan&lt;/em&gt;. Without being too bias, there's not much &lt;em&gt;focus&lt;/em&gt; point up there. Hence, the design able to stand out entirely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Version 2? &lt;/strong&gt;Where the hell is version 1? I really don't know what happen with those versions. Initially, there are Version 1 and 1.2 to be posted, but those 2 versions couldn't be previewed. Nevertheless, is freakin' pixelated even when i saved it in a better resolution. So, f**k it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114415876162702903?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114415876162702903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114415876162702903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114415876162702903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114415876162702903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/orient.html' title='Orient'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25226679.post-114399016536689581</id><published>2006-04-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:07:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger Against My Head</title><content type='html'>Things getting impel, you will have to find a remedy to solve it. Thus, I've chose to write. How high your position can be, Trigger will always aim against your head wherever you are. Then, you will be forced on something; something you don't like to do; don't like to be; or even something you like to do; or you like to be. Sometimes, things that you don't want to do, doesn't means you are allowed for not doing it. Often, it leads to frustrations (dulan-ness), wrath &lt;a href="http://www.havotica.blogspot.com/"&gt;(http://www.havotica.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;), annoyance; but sometimes it goes contrary: euphoric and even satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frustration&lt;/strong&gt; - When trigger against your head and urge you to eat a piece of cake when actually you don't feel like eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt; - When trigger against your head and urge you to eat a piece of cake with shit topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annoyance&lt;/strong&gt; - When trigger against your head and urge you to eat a piece of cake, you declined; you'll get smack in the head when disobeying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euphoric&lt;/strong&gt; - When trigger against your head and urge you to be someone you dislike to be; unconsciously one day, you become someone better than who you are, that's celebration; that's euphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt; - When trigger against your head and urge you to be someone you dislike to be; unconsciously one day, the one whom you dislike to be might satisfy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25226679-114399016536689581?l=grotesquency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/feeds/114399016536689581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25226679&amp;postID=114399016536689581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114399016536689581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25226679/posts/default/114399016536689581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grotesquency.blogspot.com/2006/04/trigger-against-my-head.html' title='Trigger Against My Head'/><author><name>VerNch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01207294552470497081</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
