<?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-3727281637322873239</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:05:25.976-08:00</updated><category term='m'/><title type='text'>BRYAN's first flirtation with hypertext fiction.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-6608082891004719044</id><published>2011-01-09T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:06:38.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011!</title><content type='html'>It's been a fucking long time since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;13 months.&lt;br /&gt;13 fucking months had passed since Ive enlisted in Army.&lt;br /&gt;11 more months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda excited that I'm actually going to further my studies after I ord-ed. Will be getting my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened much in 2010, stupid Army fucking eating my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually serving in Singapore Combat Engineers as a Signal Operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2011 resolution :&lt;br /&gt;Diet.&lt;br /&gt;Quit drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Butt go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Ong go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Kin Yong go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Promoted to Corporal First Class Bryan Alexander Pearce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually writing all these fuckshit in camp.. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gonna stop here, got nothing much to write anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bcgh signing off; _/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-6608082891004719044?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/6608082891004719044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/6608082891004719044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/6608082891004719044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-892766673044298309</id><published>2010-05-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:45:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much words...</title><content type='html'>26th of Oct 2009.&lt;br /&gt;The day i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a happy family, with my two brothers, my dad and mum.&lt;br /&gt;I always quarrel with my dad, and talk back to him, and while my dad is angry with my, my mum always protects me.&lt;br /&gt;She loved me the most among all her 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, when my dad always try to punish me or hit me when i talk back to him rudely, or get bad results, my mom always try to defend me from my dad, and tell him that i will change, and be a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time when i did something wrong, my mom always try to help me.&lt;br /&gt;Even during O levels, when i told my dad that i don't give a fuck whether i can or cannot go into Polytechnic, my dad was so angry.&lt;br /&gt;However my mom told me that i'm old enough to think whether i want to continue my studies.&lt;br /&gt;She knows that i hate studying the most, and my dad always wants to me get 70's or 80's for all my test results, when my mom just said, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you pass can already&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that never ever gave me up, even when i'm scoring like fuck in poly. I even told my family that i did not wanted to continue studying in poly as i really hated to study. Only my mom "supported" me and told me that if can get through poly then good, if not, it's not the end of the world, life will still go on and she would still love me.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i was in secondary school days, when i used to play WWE cards. Of course, i wouldn't dare to ask money from my dad to buy cards. My mom gave me money, even though she did not work and was a full housewife.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a very simple woman, she was easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she buys food for me, she would get me better food then hers, always.&lt;br /&gt;Every single morning she would wake up to the market and buy my breakfast for me.&lt;br /&gt;When i was in poly, i was smoking. My allowance from dad was like $10.&lt;br /&gt;A packet of smokes was already about $11. My parents, of course, was against me smoking. My dad wouldn't even give me one cent to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, when i didn't have enough money to buy smokes, my mom would buy it.&lt;br /&gt;YES. She would. Which parents in the world would buy something that harms her kid?&lt;br /&gt;I know im a fucker. But my mom really loves me too much. To the point that even she knows that it's bad for my health, she still buys it because she loves me way too much.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i stay home late, she wouldn't sleep well, and would call me every 2-3 hours in the late night to ask me what time am i coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i'm drunk, she would help me open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i'm drunk and im vomitting inside the toilet, she would wait outside my toilet and ask me whether im fine.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i go to school, she would open the door for me and take my shoes, and prepare my waterbottle, and ask me whether do i got enough money to spend for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i take bus number 9, she would wave goodbye through the window in my room and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Every time she would call me and ask me what time would i be back home from school.&lt;br /&gt;I talk back to her alot, i didn't cherished her, and always would that her that she doesn't loves me as much as my 2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down in my heart i know that she loves me the most.&lt;br /&gt;26th of October.&lt;br /&gt;Around 7 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;My house phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just the normal phone call that my mum would do and ask me what i would like for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;However it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest brother called.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that mom was hospitalized and didn't know much about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out and rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself it's okay, mom would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to reach CGH.&lt;br /&gt;I waited at the A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;My family all came in a short while.&lt;br /&gt;I went home to put my mother's stuff that were removed from her, her clothes, watches and etc.&lt;br /&gt;When i went back, my 2nd brother was crying and told me to go listen to what the doctor is saying.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't understand the emotional rush i was going through then.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that my mom's heart is now depending on a ventilator.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we could do is to decide when to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;My mom had a major stroke.&lt;br /&gt;She could not move.&lt;br /&gt;She could not talk.&lt;br /&gt;She could not open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said that there is only 2-3% chance that she would survive this, not to mention recovery.&lt;br /&gt;However, we insisted, we hope for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;We decide not to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;After less then a week, the doctor suddenly said that her heart is beating by itself now.&lt;br /&gt;Less then a mom, my mom could tingle her hands and leg a little, and her eyes can open.&lt;br /&gt;But she can't really response to us.&lt;br /&gt;She can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;She can't eat by her own.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months, i told myself, look on the bright side of life, even though my mom is in this state, she's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered on 25th of oct 2009, the day before the incident.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her how did her and my dad met.&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that, next time, i'll marry a good and pretty wife, get a new house, and live together with her and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I said don't live with either my 2 brothers, i want to take care of my mom and dad for life.&lt;br /&gt;She said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that i wrote this is to tell my friends, or maybe my readers, if i have any-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That life is short, cherish your beloved ones, or live to regret like me. Never ever be rude to your parents, even though how much they may scold you, they always have your interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy- Hope u'll get well soon, i know you would. Maybe tomorrow you will be able to start talking to us and move around soon alright? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" title="天下的媽媽都是一样的  - Tian Xia De Ma Ma Du Shi Yi Yang De - http://williamkok.inc.md"&gt;天下的媽媽 都是一样的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bcgh signing off;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-892766673044298309?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/892766673044298309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/892766673044298309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/892766673044298309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-words.html' title='So much words...'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-4679491168553930774</id><published>2010-04-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:42:42.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>Exactly one more fucking week to POP. 4 fucking months just passed,  I don't feel sad leaving that dumb fuck place. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a poly reunion chalet from 9th of April to 11th of April, gonna relax myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it hurts, to see you with another guy. All I can say is, too bad, you two met first. Suck thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright just gonna stop here. Gotta go to SAF terminal to book in now. Bro's gonna give me a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Mum, I'm praying for you everyday, we all know ull get well! Love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BCGH signing out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-4679491168553930774?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/4679491168553930774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/04/woot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4679491168553930774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4679491168553930774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/04/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-4476104963474674294</id><published>2010-03-08T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:48:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booking in again.</title><content type='html'>It's like getting jailed. Wonder i'll be out this Friday night or Saturday afternoon. Hope it's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great and simple 21st birthday, firstly lunch with all my close buddies, then caught Alice In The Wonderland on screen. The movie was great, imo. Lastly, had dinner with my family, also got a nice big cake for my birthday! LOL. My brother only took one candle, what a joke, he kept saying I was one year old only. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to my brother, JasonC, he got me a nice LV Slingbag. I seriously love it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my brothers, buddies, my dad and mom, for making my 21st so simple yet so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Fuck Saf Ferry Terminal. Hate that dumb hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-4476104963474674294?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/4476104963474674294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/03/booking-in-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4476104963474674294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4476104963474674294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/03/booking-in-again.html' title='Booking in again.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-1834717832757270337</id><published>2010-01-08T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:19:51.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i've ever posted. Everything single thing in my life is so fucked up. My close friends should know why, and ofc, i would agree that army is fucking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so moody around these few days, only enjoying Friday nights and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I just knew that a girl that we didn't got together was drinking every single week because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fucking shocked. I know that sorry isn't what you wanted, but at least right now, your still moving on without me in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm just gonna go sleep, gonna wake up early later, got tons of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, 3SG Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-1834717832757270337?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/1834717832757270337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1834717832757270337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1834717832757270337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-1476239441753477506</id><published>2009-09-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:35:47.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.2.3.</title><content type='html'>Everyday seems the same to me. Waking up, late, not being able to sleep much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my eye closes, images of you keep flippin through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy? I wish i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i asked myself. Why live when I'm in such pain? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no balls to end my pain. &lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your just like a bitch and an emotional abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your in the wrong, yet I don't know why I myself is in a fucking self-deprecating state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I need to work on my self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our little game of deceit, we both managed to lie to each other so much, that words seems to be failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could play on, with the thought on my mind, that you don't matter to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I trying to delay the inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the past.  I gotta move on, w/ or w/o you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still can't figure out 23 yo and 20 yo mentality got what difference. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-1476239441753477506?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/1476239441753477506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/09/123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1476239441753477506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1476239441753477506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/09/123.html' title='1.2.3.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-799450741159410217</id><published>2009-09-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:17:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next stop.</title><content type='html'>Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TP life has finally ended. My GPA totally fucking suck. But idc. At least i'm gonna graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and happy at the same time. I felt that 3 and a 1/2 years in poly was not the least exciting but i enjoyed all the lessons and moments i had with all my friends and co. I don't wanna end my poly life, but there's nothing i can do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will come to an end finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet on Sunday to Tuesday was fun. Xavier was the highlight of the chalet. He totally rocked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, results are gonna come out on 10th Sept, so i'm hoping for a pass on all my subjects, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad - Pukimar and fucking bastard, but still nevertheless a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlyn Sun - Drinker + Nonsense = Ashlyn. But still, very nice friend, and sorry for all the jokes, but you know i'm always just KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry - Brother, i've graduated already, let's get our diploma certificate next semester togther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Phua - Fast eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene - Brother, you better stop going kopitiam to drink beer can? But hey bro, thanks for every tests and quizzes you've taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier - You finally grown up, you got so fucking drunk on the 2 day chalet. Thanks for being a joke in my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiwei - You ccb. I spent most of my time in TP at staircase smoking with you. But goodluck taking your last CDS next semester. Cheers for our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan - Let's go sing K again sometimes. And im gonna beat you to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne - Lin Jun Jie -_-' But hey, thanks for helping me in my exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junaidi - Xcn player. Great scammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken - Kettler strong man. It was a short time with you and Junaidi, but still you guys are still good friends to me regardless of the time we have known. You two better watch out, later i Xiao Li Fei Dao you two, confirm you all died. Passion to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna end like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, time will never stop just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for our friendship in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck in life you fucking bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-799450741159410217?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/799450741159410217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/799450741159410217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/799450741159410217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-stop.html' title='The next stop.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-13244894841073427</id><published>2009-08-02T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:33:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOSOSO FREAKING TEMPTING.</title><content type='html'>I'm just so freaking tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-13244894841073427?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/13244894841073427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/08/sososo-freaking-tempting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/13244894841073427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/13244894841073427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/08/sososo-freaking-tempting.html' title='SOSOSO FREAKING TEMPTING.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-1947129545465652077</id><published>2009-07-27T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:55:53.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a really long time since i blogged. Main reason was playing a fucking game that fucking ate my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time really flies, about one month, i'll be graduating from Temasek Polytechnic. I'm glad that i am SO able to graduate, while at the same time sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I GOTTA FUCKING GO NS SOON AFTER. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im not a pussy or anything, just that, it's so freaking hard to take it when my hairs get raped, and sleeping with a bunch of guys in a bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem will be my last one, it will finally mark the end of my school life. Idk if i'm going on to further my studies after NS, but i hope to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the girls in University. It's just plain, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how long i've endured studying, Kindergarten, Primary School, Secondary School, Polytechnic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking 15 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THIS I ENDURE THIS FREAKING MASSIVE CHAINS OF STUDYING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study life, i'll max give myself a round more of University if i can. But that's all. No more freaking mindless memorizing of those lengthy notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about study life, it lead me to my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my love life is not even worth a penny to be inquired into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't support "emo-ing" ! But still my love life is like $%#&amp;^%&amp;^**(*(#$%#%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just prolly my bad, since i tend to neglect alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at my age right now, it's just puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been asked by some of my previous GF's;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you say you truly love me, prove it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly a very intriguing question isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i say, i'll die for you, who would believe it until the day i decided to die for you? &lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just cause my love hormones died for that particular, which in my sense it dies out pretty fast -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stop here for today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-1947129545465652077?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/1947129545465652077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1947129545465652077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/1947129545465652077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-3636804535143642097</id><published>2009-07-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:07:17.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise.</title><content type='html'>I promise to love you only. And for fucks sake I won't break that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-3636804535143642097?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/3636804535143642097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/07/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/3636804535143642097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/3636804535143642097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/07/promise.html' title='I Promise.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-2353380974675517837</id><published>2009-06-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:03:06.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows my Public Speaking presentation, and i was looking for my fucking msword speech. I couldn't find it, and decided to check my hotmail sent outbox, cause i sent it to my teacher once. And i found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon finding the fucking msword shit. Something intrigued me. It was an old email to a girl like 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't think i got the rights to mention who she was, but i think it's okay for me to post a part of what i have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know where to begin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll start from my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and what I feel within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I still have feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which haven't changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because when you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my life was re-arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I used to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so many times a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but lately those tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have been fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am hoping that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my brighter day soon will come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and maybe, just maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll find that special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, it's been hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I'm getting back my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've even managed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to put away the knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who's right for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and lets me be all I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yet the thought of you and him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is tearing me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because you will always have a special place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in my broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do I still love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but another part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is getting over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought I would say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I simply have to confess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with each and every day that goes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you less and less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just wanted to be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but now you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for me to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You meant so much to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in fact, you still do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the bottom of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I loved you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what i can do now, is to promise you that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you need me, ill be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever your feeling low, ill be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you feel like crying, i can lend u my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you need a listening ear, ill be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you need someone to talk to, ill be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever someone bullies you, ill be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我可以.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With love and care forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: It's not the full version. I cant write the full version, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol'ed. How the fuck was i so romantic last time? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-2353380974675517837?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/2353380974675517837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/06/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/2353380974675517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/2353380974675517837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/06/wtf.html' title='Wtf.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-4055718503544705411</id><published>2009-06-26T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:06:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.</title><content type='html'>Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-4055718503544705411?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/4055718503544705411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/06/g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4055718503544705411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4055718503544705411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/06/g.html' title='G.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-4722482148663572471</id><published>2009-05-31T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:08:43.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>It's termtest week, and tomorrow's the fucking termtest paper.  I'm not even in the mood for studying. But yea, forget about all this shit right now, i got the fuckin mood to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember, how fucked-up my life was, and how fat i was last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly no one knows how i felt when i was the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one except you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for you guys, i wouldn't be what i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you bros, only you guys didn't looked down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you all were such true friends, you guys were there whenever i need you guys most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys prolly wouldn't know, even i looked down on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck you guys wouldn't look down on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the only ones, that knows what it feels when your talking to someone, and that someone thought that your not talking to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The someone that couldn't even speak properly to a girl, nor others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys weren't those other fucking people that made me so fucking pissed off, 'hey guanheng, you talking to me?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought very bad of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine my life without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sorry though, for the past few years, after i've changed, for the relationships and games i went into, probably got us abit gapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the most fucked-up birthday i had on my 17th. But you guys made it happen, by doing everything you all can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people would ask me, why are you living in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is just so plain fucking simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live for you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special thanks to, Kuah Tong Teck, Derek Chua, Neo Zhe Wei, Barry Lua, Ivan Lee, Wong Xin Yao, Ho Long Feng, Tan Zhi Zhong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, going off for dota game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-4722482148663572471?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/4722482148663572471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4722482148663572471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4722482148663572471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-9087518793029159638</id><published>2009-05-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:53:05.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Trust me, never say the below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me, ill be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need a shoulder to cry on,  ill be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need someone to share your sorrows, ill be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need to be comforted, ill be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving you, doesn't means you must love me in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May it be like a one sided love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sympathy isn't my cup of tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being together with me, just cause of pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turns me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep in my heart, i know that i had to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause your just ain't mine to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;2009, BCGH_/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to write more, not just those short quotes. But i have to go for my dota game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-9087518793029159638?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/9087518793029159638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/9087518793029159638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/9087518793029159638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-special.html' title='Today&apos;s Special.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-505998657987734051</id><published>2009-05-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:01:17.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to poetz. _/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So close but so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted things to be like these anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday brings a good tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never ever gonna see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scars split open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This knife shall be my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take me from my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me from this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-505998657987734051?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/505998657987734051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/505998657987734051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/505998657987734051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-hurts.html' title='trying to poetz. _/'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-7636304729846344317</id><published>2009-05-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:32:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When your in love, are you really in love, or are you not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are looking for love, would you recognize it if you found it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the fucking difference between love and infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a starter, i shall put it purely into a guy's perspective view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How would you know you have found your love, if your looking for one, how could u recognize that she's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck can you srsly recognize that you found your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state some '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NORMAL&lt;/span&gt;' answers that would be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The girl has got a great character, i love her because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The girl is so caring and kind, i love her because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just love the girl because i love the girl. No whys. Can you explain why is 1+1 = 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not waste any fucking time and just say that the answers above are just total bullshit. Yea, you heard me, total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;. Your trying to say, you love the girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST &lt;/span&gt;because of her character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What makes you notice the girl in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her looks. May it be her figure, her cuteness, her hotness, or w/e. The first impression will be always be based on looks. And please don't come arguing that you don't agree on that. It will be just another lame and stupid fucking debate. I wouldn't completely disagree that character is not a factor in loving/liking someone. It will probably be the second factor that we guys would consider. Looks, is a necessity, character wise, it's just a bonus. Face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Can you tell the fucking difference between love and infatuation?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is only a thin line of difference between love and infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;Love is really hard to define though. For me, probably i'll define love as any number of emotions, and strong sense of affection that may occurs. Infatuation doesn't differ much from love, but instead, it's the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned love, a probably intense but short-lived passion or admiration of someone. The both are totally different. Let me try to explain it.( If i can LOL, im not claiming to be an expert.  Just some simple thoughts from me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you have met him or her. All your life, or so it seems, you have been waiting for the person. The person who made you heart pound, made the stars bright, and probably taken all possibly thoughts of making love in any places that you have fantasized of. Food seems a mere inconvenience, and sleep is just something you used to do. Everyone teases you. But still, you felt that every second of your life should be about him/her. You world starts to only revoluntionize around him/her. You want a soul mate, but you couldn't imagine introducing him/her to your mom and dad, cause she/he is just way too sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you guys start to go public. Being an item. Everyone knows you and invites you as an couple. People you know and probably yourself would try to speculate about the future of your relationship. But would you fucking dare to speculate or imagine about the future of your relationship? Or are you just afraid to face the commitment that lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a dynamic changing process.&lt;/span&gt;(dynamic refers to time evolution of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physical" &lt;/span&gt;processes in this case) Love is always on the move, and changing. Relationships that flexes, changes and grow when people mature. Dynamic process of love equals a sharing of emotion, trust, growth of relationship, able to live harmoniously through time or death, depending on each other in time of crises, taking care of children, and aging relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it just infatuation? In infatuation, your gaze, your thoughts, and your world revolves around him/her. You probably didn't care much about his/her flaws, or you had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; to see em. Your probably just acting around in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sub-conscious' &lt;/span&gt;mind. Your too attracted to her, and you know you can't stop right now. You would probably just miss the nights where you two get all crawly in your underwears. It seems that the world pales in comparison to this person looks, talents, intelligence, and sexuality. Try removing the blinders that prevented you so much from looking at his/her flaws. There could be possible destructive traits in your relationships. Your thoughts on romance was probably just an innocent fantasy. An&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; infatuation&lt;/span&gt; that felt like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would try to argue. Even all that, you think that your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love is love&lt;/span&gt;. It's not an infatuation. Try to think. What's the real reason that you came into this relationship? Innocence? Lust? Loneliness? A longing to grow up, and be a real man?(LOL) Yea, try thinking of those factors, it would probably help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to differentiate between love interest, or just plain lust interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, Junaidi's from Fnatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icantbestopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-7636304729846344317?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/7636304729846344317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-in-love-are-you-really-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7636304729846344317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7636304729846344317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-in-love-are-you-really-in.html' title='When your in love, are you really in love, or are you not?'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-2544055131245294100</id><published>2009-05-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:35:09.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan's Ten Tarnished Angels.</title><content type='html'>This will blow you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofc its not a blowjob-ing post or w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqkJqL5yuI/AAAAAAAAABI/zvz5y6i7NH0/s1600-h/meganf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqkJqL5yuI/AAAAAAAAABI/zvz5y6i7NH0/s400/meganf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335257194423765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone knows her. Fuck yeah she's Megan fox, the rightful owner of the world's sexiest woman in FHM magazine 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so fucking hot. She was born in Oak Ridge, and she's only 23 this year. There are 9 tattoos' you can find on her. She's probably well known for the movie, Transformers. The scene whereby she lifted Shia Lebouf's car's boot, man that was certainly a fucking blow off view.&lt;br /&gt;She admitted in some magazine and interviews that she's a sex maniac. She would rather have sex with her boyfriend all day rather then going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the world is so unfair after reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqkuWeSujI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mkv-XwiO4xo/s1600-h/famkejanssen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqkuWeSujI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mkv-XwiO4xo/s400/famkejanssen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335257824787348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famke Janssen. Lil' Jean Grey bitch! I'm so envious of Hugh Jackman in the movie, X Men 3, where Famke Janssen was phoenix, when they were on-the-bed-ward-scene. She was so FUCKING hot then.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe she's born in 1965? She's 44, but still she's rocking. She was the first "bond girl" for Pierce Brosnan in the movie, The Golden Eye. She was young when she acted in that show, i've tried watching it, but mehhh, it was too fucking old for me. Fucking turned off acting and shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milf eh, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgqn9ZXvEAI/AAAAAAAAABg/34jeOCePJAA/s1600-h/manuela+Velasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgqn9ZXvEAI/AAAAAAAAABg/34jeOCePJAA/s400/manuela+Velasco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335261381798072322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of my personal favourite. She's the lead actress of REC, that zombie show. When i went to watch REC in the cinemas, my mind was thinking that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck man, this show is gonna be a rip off."&lt;/span&gt; But hey, when she appeared. Everything's changed. She's 34 this year, yet she look so fucking young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can you possibly ask from her?&lt;br /&gt;She's spanish.&lt;br /&gt;She's cute.&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;She's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a preteen. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch REC, if you don't fucking believe what i've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgqqb3NYiFI/AAAAAAAAABo/2u9Cjcz1jS4/s1600-h/LIV+TYLER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgqqb3NYiFI/AAAAAAAAABo/2u9Cjcz1jS4/s400/LIV+TYLER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335264104227047506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fucking hot elven babe that you could ever fantasize of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vanimle sila tiri...Arwen&lt;/span&gt;." Guess what, that was a elven sentence, "Your beauty shines bright... Arwen." Aged 32, Liv Tyler, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arwen&lt;/span&gt;(It was her name in Lord Of The Rings).&lt;br /&gt;She's 32 this year, but damn, none of the girls i ever mention look their age. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I would so fucking kill Aragorn and snatch her over.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you peeps think that she got a fucking god damn seductive look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come .... me please .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day i shall travel to Gondor, to the lands of brave warriors and souls.&lt;br /&gt;To find Aragorn, son of Arathorn.&lt;br /&gt;Kill him i will, for thee mighty sword of mine is shining bright under the valleys.&lt;br /&gt;Fufill my oath, i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqtSmL8x2I/AAAAAAAAABw/1MIZnkASOes/s1600-h/Milla+Jovovich+Resident+Evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqtSmL8x2I/AAAAAAAAABw/1MIZnkASOes/s400/Milla+Jovovich+Resident+Evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335267243573692258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like guns?&lt;br /&gt;Like zombies?&lt;br /&gt;Like babes? ( like duhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milla Jovovich is the right one for you then! She's pretty well known i guess, for her Resident Evil films. One hell of a butt kicking babe with a superb figure, an Ukrainian-born American supermodel. She's the same age as Manuela Velasco, 34. But still, so fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder why does all the zombies want to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather .... her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqwVSoy_vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NbGin5ewIxs/s1600-h/kate+beckinsale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqwVSoy_vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NbGin5ewIxs/s400/kate+beckinsale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335270588400467698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Beckinsale, aged 36.&lt;br /&gt;I could never forget the films made by Len Wiseman, Underworld, and the sequel, Underworld Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who the fuck can forget a butt kicking babe, that is clothed with black leathery tight ass suit? If you can, go to the fucking mirror, wear a bra, and go proudly tell the world that your gay.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half-breed&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqyCbsFmFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LVDVPczF-Kg/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqyCbsFmFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LVDVPczF-Kg/s400/kristen-stewart-100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335272463435929682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot.&lt;br /&gt;She's young.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, she's even younger then me.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart, aged 19, recently got famous in the movie, Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice film, but it was kinda aimed at girls. But hey, it was pretty good for me, i assume.&lt;br /&gt;Vampires, Love,Kristen Stewart, what more could you possibly want from it?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, fuck Cedric Diggory.&lt;br /&gt;Hail Lord Voldemort. _/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq0BsMflMI/AAAAAAAAACI/jvzLE5SQ740/s1600-h/kristen+dunst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq0BsMflMI/AAAAAAAAACI/jvzLE5SQ740/s400/kristen+dunst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335274649710204098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you walk into my parlour?"&lt;/span&gt; Said the spider to the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Dunst, aged 27. Known as the spiderbitch.&lt;br /&gt;Wished for her and Kristen Stewart to be sisters?&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a bed scene, and two of the sisters are lying just there. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobey Macguire is one fucking lucky guy, swinging and webbing around the neighbourhood, saving her over and over again. I don't know why i like her. She's just pure hotness. Definitely one babe that i would save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq1mOivMMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fnBB6P7r6Fc/s1600-h/leehyori+%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq1mOivMMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fnBB6P7r6Fc/s400/leehyori+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335276376917225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Hyo.&lt;br /&gt;Ri.&lt;br /&gt;She's fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could spam typing the word "fucking" all my life, but you guys wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Aged 30, and still so fine.&lt;br /&gt;She's a South Korean actress, singer, and a sex icon in Korea. But she's more famous and professional in the field of music. She has a fuckload of hot mtv's that can make you watch over and over again. She got a nice song called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-go-girl"&lt;/span&gt;, try listening to it, and ofc, the mtv is pure hotness. Many papers and magazines has been critising about her sexuality that her mtv includes. But hey man, fuck you all. Her dancing is so fucking hot and sexy. Without her and her mtv. The world can gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;I wished i was Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck all Korean newspaper reporters and magazine writers, are you guys dumb fuck or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq3-Dw3ZWI/AAAAAAAAACY/dmiTaCFFTlU/s1600-h/namieamuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/Sgq3-Dw3ZWI/AAAAAAAAACY/dmiTaCFFTlU/s400/namieamuro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335278985363809634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody let's get down.&lt;br /&gt;Mou yamitsuki ni naru.&lt;br /&gt;Livin'  in the funky town.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;Jap.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Rox dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last but not least, let's welcome Namie Amuro.&lt;br /&gt;Aged 32, Japanese singer, dancer, and former child actor/singer. She has remained one of the longest surviving popular female acts in Japan. Her album, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiction&lt;/span&gt;" was recently released.&lt;br /&gt;Picture above already tell you how hot she is.&lt;br /&gt;Probably another singer/actor that is on par with Lee Hyo Ri, but ofc, Amuro is more popular. Her dance steps are pretty hot too. She has been my oldest brother idol from his poly years til now. I even have a large wall-framed poster of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If god really exist, please grant just this little wish of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make ten of them all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out bitches.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;BCGH. _/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-2544055131245294100?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/2544055131245294100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/bryans-ten-tarnished-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/2544055131245294100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/2544055131245294100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/bryans-ten-tarnished-angels.html' title='Bryan&apos;s Ten Tarnished Angels.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqkJqL5yuI/AAAAAAAAABI/zvz5y6i7NH0/s72-c/meganf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-7283967834081547269</id><published>2009-05-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:12:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Party Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This question, until today, is carved deep into my heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you mind being a third party, if yes,  is that wrong, or is that right?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. Who the fuck wanna be a third party of a r/s? Its not like being in threesome or w/e fuck isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, things aren't so simple. Not everything can be controlled, and matters of the heart is one of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say yes. It depends on the opposite sex. May it be sexual appeal, appearance, character, charisma, every of this factor does their part. Some people may consider being a third party in a r/s if he/she really likes the opposite sex. And reasons like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; 'i can't control it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;', may also occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the majority said no. Imagine you and your gf, then someone comes in as a third party. Would you like that? Fuck no you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go further shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom their minds are thinking, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;why can't i be in a third party, there's no fair and square in love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that you are right. Well, partially. Love is not a thing. It can't be controlled. Falling in love with someone that is attached is not wrong. You can't help it can you? If the opposite sex likes you, and you two are indeed cheating. Is that right, or is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' is a word that's bound to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. But lets look it at another point of view. Imagine Guy A, is attached to Girl B. Your Guy C and you like Girl B. If you express your feelings to Girl B, and she doesn't like you. Okay fine, go cut your wrist and fuck yourself. But if she does like you, you two started to hang out pretty much often, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a third party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Is that really wrong? If Girl B do not like you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; be a third party would you? So even without you stepping in, the r/s wouldn't last long either. Well this is just another point of view. No offence to the girls, this point of view could be vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what i wrote above, it meant no other then being a third party is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it has any right in being a third party.. How right can it get when your being a mother fucker destroying relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OMG I'M GETTING CONFUSED. ARE YOU GUYS GETTING CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that, there is no right, no wrong in being a third party.It can be looked at lots of perspective views. Love cannot be stopped, nor controlled. If you really like someone, you should get all out to woo her. On the other hand, your being a douche bag destroying people's r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what ive experienced. I think that the hardest in being a third party is not being right or wrong. Its when you became, the right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the wrong. When you tell the girl that you can't do this anymore, it is so not fucking right. The girl says that she can't let you go. When you tell the girl to break up with her bf, she said she can't.&lt;br /&gt;You try to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enter&lt;/span&gt;' the r/s, you can't, because, its a matter of principle.&lt;br /&gt;You try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'exit&lt;/span&gt;' the r/s, you can't, cause the girl said she can't let you go, and your heart softened, and deep down in ya fucking heart you know you can't let go either.&lt;br /&gt;You can't love, and you cannot  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse then being ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse then being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse then being heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse then making unsuccessful confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hurtin me, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's your own choice, to fall into the bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If babe, your reading this, please do not be mistaken. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing about you. It's just a theme for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love not wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make parties not third parties. ( LOL )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out fuckahhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH_/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-7283967834081547269?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/7283967834081547269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-question-until-today-is-carved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7283967834081547269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7283967834081547269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-question-until-today-is-carved.html' title='Party Party Party.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-5899754867642210356</id><published>2009-05-05T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:32:43.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of "god's" creation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally felt this virus was so indeed laughable. Influezna A (H1N1) virus, which is supposedly the scientific name, and some of ya probably heard it as the Swine flu. I have personally researched it a lil, and found out that there's no exact origin of when / where it started. So people, please stop the " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck the mexicans" &lt;/span&gt;kinda shit. But true enough, first cases detected of this virus, were from Mexico. I really pity the kid that was sent to USA for proper treatment, and nothing could be done, so there goes the first death case of the H1N1 virus in USA. God bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered two days ago, while i was lying on my bed, watching the news, Singapore said that probably the H1N1 will be lifted to Phase 6, which is considered an official pandemic. But yesterday morning, news were saying bout Mexico being able to control the virus. But cmon peeps, we are still on Phase 5, which is still only an epidemic! Look on the bright side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys hoping for a vaccine / cure ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of 2012 Doomsday prediction? Where people predicted that world's gonna end?&lt;br /&gt;Mesoamerican long count calendar, which is presented as lasting 5,125 years and as terminating on December 12, 2012. The predictions / prophecies / assumptions , probably the fucking Armageddon would overtake the degenerates of the world. And we would all be fucking annihilated on December 23, 2012. Fuck that shit, do you guys seriously believe a fucking Armageddon is gonna fall on us? Lets look at the long decided "Doomsday" at another point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1918.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flu Pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;(if you guys do not know, a pandemic is some sort like epidemic of infectious diseases that hits across a country, continent, or even worldwide. whereas an epidemic occurs when certain disease occurs in a given human population, during a given period. Its some sort like where you can still control the outbreak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During March 1918, to June 1920. An estimation of around 70 to 100 million people died worldwide, due to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Influezna A H1N1 virus.&lt;/span&gt; The number was even more then the people who died during the World War I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking funny ey, 1918 flu pandemic was not by the pigs i think. But instead 2009, the pig strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the world end's cause is the Influezna A H1N1 virus. Wow holy fuck, and pigs are the originator / carrier of this sick virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sure, jokes have been carried around alot, like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey if you have the swine flu, your gonna look like a pig!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the link.&lt;br /&gt;1918 Flu pandemic, same virus, as 2009. And yet a vaccine have yet to be found. The death toll during 1918 was around 70 to 100 million people. And its only around 2 years and 7 months til the "expected" world end. Probably, in another 12 months time, the flu is gonna hit the world. And then after 2 years, i shall be Will Smith, I Am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will develop the vaccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are still survivors after 2012 December 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the world's end.  _/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-5899754867642210356?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/5899754867642210356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/rape-pigs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/5899754867642210356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/5899754867642210356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/rape-pigs.html' title='Aftermath of &quot;god&apos;s&quot; creation.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-4304725929464509092</id><published>2009-05-03T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:25:10.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are we here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are the questions which has been asked for many years. The meaning of life may touch on value, purpose, ethics, existence of God, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well i don't think there's an exact answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all this centuries, way back into the past, the meaning of life constitutes a philosophical question which concerns the real purpose and the significance of human existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all come back to the near distant future shall we? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we humans a prototype of species from an outer planetwhich is light years away, absent even from our current knowledge? I'm not really a religious person. So no, humans are not formed by god in any sense. Maybe the evolutions of apes, where scientists have already proven it. But i'm not here to fucking debate whether we were once apes or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we creatures that spends our lives trying to convince ourselves that our existence is not absurd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Whats the meaning of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that the value of life is coincidental with the achievements in reality, if that believed by one to exist, it may just simply answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some answers that life may be for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To realize one's potential and ideals.&lt;br /&gt;-To achieve perfection. (if that's possible lmao)&lt;br /&gt;-To seek wisdom and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;-To do good, the things that are 'right'?&lt;br /&gt;-To rule the world, having power.&lt;br /&gt;-One should not seek to understand the true meaning of life, as it may be too profound to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To love.   Personally, this is what i felt most about life. The true meaning of living for someone that you care, you love. Probably in the start, you will be confused about for whom, and what do you live for. Hopefully, other then your parents, friends, one may be able to find his/her soul mate.  AGAIN I'M FUCKING STEREOTYPING LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill just stop here, getting quite lengthy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCGH _/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-4304725929464509092?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/4304725929464509092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4304725929464509092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/4304725929464509092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-3968488098273648633</id><published>2009-04-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:24:28.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-St Augustine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem &lt;em&gt;In Memoriam:27&lt;/em&gt;, 1850: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;p class="meanings-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I      hold it true, whate'er befall;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it, when I sorrow most;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis better to have loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;Than never to have loved at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That first single line was an contradiction that most people don't pay attention to.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Better to have loved and lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"; Whats the point of this? I really beg to differ. If someone thinks that its better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all, there must be something wrong about ya, or ya really crazed in your mind. Losing your loved one, is painful. Especially when your not the one who initiated the breakup. Having those memories bout your ex gf/bf can be painful and excruciating, yet memorable at the same time for some people, if your really into that relationship. If your gonna to get into a relationship, then your gonna fucking lose it, whats the fucking point of it? Sex? Fun? Memories? In this case, if you really serious, and your gonna lose her, so its better to have loved then never at all? Maybe some people are different. Maybe im just stereotyping. But, w/e. Fuck those quotes man. Your telling me its better to lose your loved one rather then not getting into a relationship? Well okay, then get the fuck outta my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music, As The Rush Comes - Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hot and seductive voice that singer has. You peeps agree? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-3968488098273648633?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/3968488098273648633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/3968488098273648633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/3968488098273648633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-7979918238248508536</id><published>2009-04-27T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:23:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever ever felt like, what it feels to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories gone?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings gone?&lt;br /&gt;Reduced to nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from people saying that being strong is letting go. On the other hand theres another saying about grasping on your own happiness. So who the fuck in this world gave this two quotes? I would like to watch them fucking cut their own throats and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what and whom do you actually live for? FRIENDS, FAMILIES, AND GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all, i think i live to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-7979918238248508536?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/7979918238248508536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7979918238248508536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/7979918238248508536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-life.html' title='Fuck life.'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727281637322873239.post-5635920048059084413</id><published>2009-04-27T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:23:30.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever felt like you gave it your all, you got nothing back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that i had learnt in life. Giving it all does not means that you get back every single fuck that you gave out. Im sure everyone at least watch a typical drama before. Guy A likes Girl B, and changes for her and blah blah blah, they lived happily ever after. So do you think in reality, that this is the fucking case? Well, i can say no. Reality check, if the girl does not likes you, even you cut off your fucking head, nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY FUCK ALL OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon for the bad english. i dont really give a fuck lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727281637322873239-5635920048059084413?l=icantbestopped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/feeds/5635920048059084413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/5635920048059084413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727281637322873239/posts/default/5635920048059084413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantbestopped.blogspot.com/2009/04/great.html' title='Great!'/><author><name>Bryan Cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362113749589106716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOTkS2MKrEw/SgqeqXTlYWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N9s96kn5d2A/S220/me!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
