<?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-13192119</id><updated>2011-12-15T12:04:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLAtomoko</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>719</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3985829166601866256</id><published>2011-03-21T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:53:41.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inception bodoh!</title><content type='html'>Fuckin' wierd dream last night... Dreamt that Mandy was my girlfriend, then when she tried to have sex with me I couldn't coz i still missed Joy, then I sort of woke up from that dream, to a table with dudes sittin all around, then i tried to remember, eh how come I'm with mandy and not joy, then i tried to remember how I broke up with joy and realised I couldn't remember so I took it as a dream. Then I went back to my old camp to buy sambal fried rice with sausage, hashbrown and egg for $3.80. When I was goin there, I took a wrong turn and ended up goin somewhere else. Asked the passing troops and they said that's sentosa so just turn right here. Couldn't recall ordering the food but I remember I came back with it. i ate mine, it was so fuckin' nice I ate zack's one. Then kelston came and ate his and we shared the fourth packet. Then i woke up to my phone ringing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3985829166601866256?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3985829166601866256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3985829166601866256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3985829166601866256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3985829166601866256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2011/03/inception-bodoh.html' title='inception bodoh!'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6280563038695392482</id><published>2011-02-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:30:08.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to read this</title><content type='html'>We have as yet no true critical edition of this book: one is in preparation, by E. von Dobschutz, to be included in the Berlin corpus of Greek Ante-Nicene Christian writers. A short statement of the authorities available at this moment is therefore necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tischendorf in his Evangelia Apocrypha divides the whole writing into two parts: (1) the story of the Passion; (2) the Descent into hell; and prints the following forms of each: six in all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Part I, Recession A in Greek from eight manuscripts, and a Latin translation of the Coptic version in the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Part I, Recession B in Greek from three late manuscripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Part II (Descent into Hell) in Greek from three manuscripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Part I in Latin, using twelve manuscripts, and some old editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Part II in Latin (A) from four manuscripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Part II in Latin (B) from three manuscripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tischendorf's must be described as an eclectic text not representing probably, any one single line of transmission: but it presents the book in a readable, and doubtless, on the whole, correct form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, besides the Latin, three ancient versions of Part I of considerable importance, viz.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coptic, preserved in an early papyrus at Turin, and in some fragments at Paris. Last edited by Revillout in Patrologia orientalis, ix. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syriac, edited by Rahmaui in Studia Syriaca, II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armenian, edited by F. C. Conybeara in Studia Biblica, IV (Oxford, 1896): he gives a Greek rendering of one manuscript and a Latin one of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these conform to Tischelldorf's Recession A of Part I: and this must be regarded as the most original form of the Acta which we have. Recession B is a late and diffuse working-over of the same matter: it will not be translated here in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the book, containing the story of the Passion and Resurrection, is not earlier than the fourth century. Its object in the main is to furnish irrefragable testimony to the resurrection. Attempts have been made to show that it is of early date-that it is, for instance, the writing which Justin Martyr meant when in his Apology he referred his heathen readers to the 'Acts' of Christ's trial preserved among the archives of Rome. The truth of that matter is that he simply assumed that such records must exist. False 'acts' of the trial were written in the Pagan interest under Maximin, and introduced into schools early in the fourth century. It is imagined by some that our book was a counterblast to these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The account of the Descent into Hell (Part II) is an addition to the Acta. It does not appear in any Oriental version, and the Greek copies are rare. It is in Latin that it has chiefly flourished, and has been the parent of versions in every European language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central idea, the delivery of the righteous fathers from Hades is exceedingly ancient. Second-century writers are full of it. The embellishments, the dialogues of Satan with Hades, which are so dramatic, come in later, perhaps with the development of pulpit oratory among Christians. We find them in fourth-century homilies attributed to Eusebius of Emesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second part used to be called Gnostic, but there is nothing unorthodox about it save the choice of the names of the two men who are supposed to tell the story, viz. Leucius and Karinus. Leucius Charinus is the name given by church writers to the supposed author of the Apocryphal Acts of John, Paul, Peter, Andrew, and Thomas. In reality Leucius was the soi-disant author of the Acts of John only. His name was transferred to the other Acts in process of time, and also (sometimes disguised as Seleucus) to Gospels of the Infancy and narratives of the Assumption of the Virgin, With all these the original Leucius had nothing to do. When his name came to be attached to the Descent into Hell we do not yet know: nor do we know when the Descent was first appended to the Acts of Pilate. Not, I should conjecture, before the fifth century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORIALS OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST DONE IN THE TIME OF PONTIUS PILATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Absent from some manuscripts and versions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Ananias (Aeneas Copt., Emaus Lat.), the Protector, of praetorian rank, learned in the law, did from the divine scriptures recognize our Lord Jesus Christ and came near to him by faith and was accounted worthy of holy baptism: and I sought out the memorials that were made at that season in the time of our master Jesus Christ, which the Jews deposited with Pontius Pilate, and found the memorials in Hebrew (letters), and by the good pleasure of God I translated them into Greek (letters) for the informing of all them that call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ: in the reign of our Lord Flavius Theodosius, in the seventeenth year, and of Flavius Valentinianus the sixth, in the ninth indiction [corrupt: Lat. has the eighteenth year of Theodosius, when Valentinian was proclaimed Augustus, i. e. A. D. 425].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ye therefore that read this and translate (or copy) it into other books, remember me and pray for me that God will be gracious unto me and be merciful unto my sins which I have sinned against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be to them that read and that hear these things and to their servants. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fifteenth (al. nineteenth) year of the governance of Tiberius Caesar, emperor of the Romans, and of Herod, king of Galilee, in the nineteenth year of his rule, on the eighth of the Calends of April, which is the 25th of March, in the consulate of Rufus and Rubellio, in the fourth year of the two hundred and second Olympiad, Joseph who is Caiaphas being high priest of the Jews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These be the things which after the cross and passion of the Lord Nicodemus recorded and delivered unto the high priest and the rest of the Jews: and the same Nicodemus set them forth in Hebrew (letters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 For the chief priests and scribes assembled in council, even Annas and Caiaphas and Somne (Senes) and Dothaim (Dothael, Dathaes, Datam) and Gamaliel, Judas, Levi and Nepthalim, Alexander and Jairus and the rest of the Jews, and came unto Pilate accusing Jesus for many deeds, saying: We know this man, that he is the son of Joseph the carpenter, begotten of Mary, and he saith that he is the Son of God and a king; more-over he doth pollute the sabbaths and he would destroy the law of our fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate saith: And what things are they that he doeth, and would destroy the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jews say: We have a law that we should not heal any man on the sabbath: but this man of his evil deeds hath healed the lame and the bent, the withered and the blind and the paralytic, the dumb and them that were possessed, on the sabbath day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate saith unto them: By what evil deeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say unto him: He is a sorcerer, and by Beelzebub the prince of the devils he casteth out devils, and they are all subject unto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate saith unto them: This is not to cast out devils by an unclean spirit, but by the god Asclepius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Jews say unto Pilate: We beseech thy majesty that he appear before thy judgement-seat and be heard. And Pilate called them unto him and said: Tell me, how can I that am a governor examine a king? They say unto him: We say not that he is a king, but he saith it of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pilate called the messenger (cursor) and said unto him: Let Jesus be brought hither, but with gentleness. And the messenger went forth, and when he perceived Jesus he worshipped him and took the kerchief that was on his hand and spread it upon the earth and saith unto him: Lord, walk hereon and enter in, for the governor calleth thee. And when the Jews saw what the messenger had done, they cried out against Pilate saying: Wherefore didst thou not summon him by an herald to enter in, but by a messenger? for the messenger when he saw him worshipped him and spread out his kerchief upon the ground and hath made him walk upon it like a king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Then Pilate called for the messenger and said unto him: Wherefore hast thou done this, and hast spread thy kerchief upon the ground and made Jesus to walk upon it? The messenger saith unto him: Lord governor, when thou sentest me to Jerusalem unto Alexander, I saw Jesus sitting upon an ass, and the children of the Hebrews held branches in their hands and cried out, and others spread their garments beneath him, saying: Save now, thou that art in the highest: blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The Jews cried out and said unto the messenger: The children of the Hebrews cried out in Hebrew: how then hast thou it in the Greek? The messenger saith to them: I did ask one of the Jews and said: What is it that they cry out in Hebrew? and he interpreted it unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate saith unto them: And how cried they in Hebrew? The Jews say unto him: Hosanna membrome barouchamma adonai. Pilate saith unto them: And the Hosanna and the rest, how is it interpreted? The Jews say unto him: Save now, thou that art in the highest: blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord. Pilate saith unto them: If you yourselves bear witness of the words which were said of the children, wherein hath the messenger sinned? and they held their peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The governor saith unto the messenger: Go forth and bring him in after what manner thou wilt. And the messenger went forth and did after the former manner and said unto Jesus: Lord, enter in: the governor calleth thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Now when Jesus entered in, and the ensigns were holding the standards, the images (busts) of the standards bowed and did reverence to Jesus. And when the Jews saw the carriage of the standards, how they bowed themselves and did reverence unto Jesus, they cried out above measure against the ensigns. But Pilate said unto the Jews: Marvel ye not that the images bowed themselves and did reverence unto Jesus. The Jews say unto Pilate: We saw how the ensigns made them to bow and did reverence to him. And the governor called for the ensigns and saith unto them: Wherefore did ye so? They say unto Pilate: We are Greeks and servers of temples, and how could we do him reverence? for indeed, whilst we held the images they bowed of themselves and did reverence unto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Then saith Pilate unto the rulers of the synagogue and the elders of the people: Choose you out able and strong men and let them hold the standards, and let us see if they bow of themselves. And the elders of the Jews took twelve men strong and able and made them to hold the standards by sixes, and they were set before the judgement-seat of the governor; and Pilate said to the messenger: Take him out of the judgement hall (praetorium) and bring him in again after what manner thou wilt. And Jesus went out of the judgement hall, he and the messenger. And Pilate called unto him them that before held the image and said unto them: I have sworn by the safety of Caesar that if the standards bow not when Jesus entereth in, I will cut off your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the governor commanded Jesus to enter in the second time. And the messenger did after the former manner and besought Jesus much that he would walk upon his kerchief; and he walked upon it and entered in. And when he had entered, the standards bowed themselves again and did reverence unto Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Now when Pilate saw it he was afraid, and sought to rise up from the judgement-seat. And while he yet thought to rise up, his wife sent unto him, saying: Have thou nothing to do with this just man, for I have suffered many things because of him by night. And Pilate called unto him all the Jews, and said unto them: Ye know that my wife feareth God and favoureth rather the customs of the Jews, with you? They say unto him: Yea, we know it. Pilate saith unto them: Lo, my wife hath sent unto me, saying: Have thou nothing to do with this just man: for I have suffered many things because of him by night. But the Jews answered and said unto Pilate: Said we not unto thee that he is a sorcerer? behold, he hath sent a vision of a dream unto thy wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And Pilate called Jesus unto him and said to him: What is it that these witness against thee? speakest thou nothing? But Jesus said: If they had not had power they would have spoken nothing; for every man hath power over his own mouth, to speak good or evil: they shall see to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The elders of the Jews answered and said unto Jesus: What shall we see? Firstly, that thou wast born of fornication; secondly, that thy birth in Bethlehem was the cause of the slaying of children; thirdly, that thy father Joseph and thy mother Mary fled into Egypt because they had no confidence before the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Then said certain of them that stood by, devout men of the Jews: We say not that he came of fornication; but we know that Joseph was betrothed unto Mary, and he was not born of fornication. Pilate saith unto those Jews which said that he came of fornication: This your saying is not true for there were espousals, as these also say which are of your nation. Annas and Caiaphas say unto Pilate: The whole multitude of us cry out that he was born of fornication, and we are not believed: but these are proselytes and disciples of his. And Pilate called Annas and Caiaphas unto him and said to them: What be proselytes? They say unto him: They were born children of Greeks, and now are they become Jews. Then said they which said l that he was not born of fornication, even Lazarus, Asterius, Antonius, Jacob, Amnes, Zenas, Samuel, Isaac, Phinees, Crispus, Agrippa and Judas: We were not born proselytes (are not Greeks, Copt.), but we are children of Jews and we speak the truth; for verily we were present at the espousals of Joseph and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 And Pilate called unto him those twelve men which said that he was not born of fornication, and saith unto them: I adjure you by the safety of Caesar, are these things true which ye have said, that he was not born of fornication? They say unto Pilate: We have a law that we swear not, because it is sin: But let them swear by the safety of Caesar that it is not as we have said, and we will be guilty of death. Pilate saith to Annas and Caiaphas: Answer ye nothing to these things? Annas and Caiaphas say unto Pilate: These twelve men are believed which say that he was not born of fornication, but the whole multitude of us cry out that he was born of fornication, and is a sorcerer, and saith that he is the Son of God and a king, and we are not believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 And Pilate commanded the whole multitude to go out, saving the twelve men which said that he was not born of fornication and he commanded Jesus to be set apart: and Pilate saith unto them: For what cause do they desire to put him to death? They say unto Pilate: They have jealousy, because he healeth on the sabbath day. Pilate saith: For a good work do they desire to put him to death? They say unto him: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And Pilate was filled with indignation and went forth without the judgement hall and saith unto them: I call the Sun to witness that I find no fault in this man. The Jews answered and said to the governor: If this man were not a malefactor we would not have delivered him unto thee. And Pilate said: Take ye him and judge him according to your law. The Jews said unto Pilate: It is not lawful for us to put any man to death. Pilate said: Hath God forbidden you to slay, and allowed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And Pilate went in again into the judgement hall and called Jesus apart and said unto him: Art thou the King of the Jews? Jesus answered and said to Pilate: Sayest thou this thing of thyself, or did others tell it thee of me? Pilate answered Jesus: Am I also a Jew? thine own nation and the chief priests have delivered thee unto me: what hast thou done? Jesus answered: My kingdom is not of this world; for if my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have striven that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence. Pilate said unto him: Art thou a king, then? Jesus answered him: Thou sayest that I am a king; for this cause was I born and am come, that every one that is of the truth should hear my voice. Pilate saith unto him: What is truth? Jesus saith unto him: Truth is of heaven. Pilate saith: Is there not truth upon earth? Jesus saith unto Pilate: Thou seest how that they which speak the truth are judged of them that have authority upon earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And Pilate left Jesus in the judgement hall and went forth to the Jews and said unto them: I find no fault in him. The Jews say unto him: This man said: I am able to destroy this temple and in three days to build it up. Pilate saith: What temple? The Jews say: That which Solomon built in forty and six years but which this man saith he will destroy and build it in three days. Pilate saith unto them: I am guiltless of the blood of this just man: see ye to it. The Jews say: His blood be upon us and on our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And Pilate called the elders and the priests and Levites unto him and said to them secretly: Do not so: for there is nothing worthy of death whereof ye have accused him, for your accusation is concerning healing and profaning of the sabbath. The elders and the priests and Levites say: If a man blaspheme against Caesar, is he worthy of death or no? Pilate saith: He is worthy of death. The Jews say unto Pilate: If a man be worthy of death if he blaspheme against Caesar, this man hath blasphemed against God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Then the governor commanded all the Jews to go out from the judgement hall, and he called Jesus to him and saith unto him: What shall I do with thee? Jesus saith unto Pilate: Do as it hath been given thee. Pilate saith: How hath it been given? Jesus saith: Moses and the prophets did foretell concerning my death and rising again. Now the Jews inquired by stealth and heard, and they say unto Pilate: What needest thou to hear further of this blasphemy? Pilate saith unto the Jews: If this word be of blasphemy, take ye him for his blasphemy, and bring him into your synagogue and judge him according to your law. The Jews say unto Pilate: It is contained in our law, that if a man sin against a man, he is worthy to receive forty stripes save one: but he that blasphemeth against God, that he should be stoned with stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Pilate saith unto them: Take ye him and avenge yourselves of him in what manner ye will. The Jews say unto Pilate: We will that he be crucified. Pilate saith: He deserveth not to be crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Now as the governor looked round about upon the multitude of the Jews which stood by, he beheld many of the Jews weeping, and said: Not all the multitude desire that he should be put to death. The elder of the Jews said: To this end have the whole multitude of us come Hither, that he should be put to death. Pilate saith to the Jews: Wherefore should he die? The Jews said: Because he called himself the Son of God, and a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 But a certain man, Nicodemus, a Jew, came and stood before the governor and said: I beseech thee, good (pious) lord, bid me speak a few words. Pilate saith: Say on. Nicodemus saith: I said unto the elders and the priests and Levites and unto all the multitude of the Jews in the synagogue: Wherefore contend ye with this man? This man doeth many and wonderful signs, which no man hath done, neither will do: let him alone and contrive not any evil against him: if the signs which he doeth are of God, they will stand, but if they be of men, they will come to nought. For verily Moses, when he was sent of God into Egypt did many signs, which God commanded him to do before Pharaoh, king of Egypt; and there were there certain men servants of Pharaoh, Jannes and Jambres, and they also did signs not a few, of them which Moses did, and the Egyptians held them as gods, even Jannes and Jambres: and whereas the signs which they did were not of God, they perished and those also that believed on them. And now let this man go, for he is not worthy of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Jews say unto Nicodemus: Thou didst become his disciple and thou speakest on his behalf. Nicodemus saith unto them: Is the governor also become his disciple, that he speaketh on his behalf? did not Caesar appoint him unto this dignity? And the Jews were raging and gnashing their teeth against Nicodemus. Pilate saith unto them: Wherefore gnash ye your teeth against him, wherens ye have heard the truth? The Jews say unto Nicodemus: Mayest thou receive his truth and his portion. Nicodemus saith: Amen, Amen: may I receive it as ye have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Now one of the Jews came forward and besought the governor that he might speak a word. The governor saith: If thou wilt say aught, speak on. And the Jew said: Thirty and eight years lay I on a bed in suffering of pains, and at the coming of Jesus many that were possessed and laid with divers diseases were healed by him, and certain (faithful) young men took pity on me and carried me with my bed and brought me unto him; and when Jesus saw me he had compassion, and spake a word unto me: Take up thy bed and walk. And I took up my bed and walked. The Jews say unto Pilate: Ask of him what day it was whereon he was healed? He that was healed saith: On the sabbath. The Jews say: Did we not inform thee so, that upon the sabbath he healeth and casteth out devils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And another Jew came forward and said: I was born blind: I heard words but I saw no man's face: and as Jesus passed by I cried with a loud voice: Have mercy on me, O son of David. And he took pity on me and put his hands upon mine eyes and I received sight immediately. And another Jew came forward and said: I was bowed and he made me straight with a word. And another said: I was a leper, and he healed me with a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a certain woman named Bernice (Beronice Copt., Veronica Lat.) crying out from afar off said: I had an issue of blood and touched the hem of his garment, and the flowing of my blood was stayed which I had twelve years. The Jews say: We have a law that a woman shall not come to give testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And certain others, even a multitude both of men and women cried out, saying: This man is a prophet and the devils are subject unto him. Pilate saith to them which said: The devils are subject unto him: Wherefore were not your teachers also subject unto him? They say unto Pilate: We know not. Others also said: He raised up Lazarus which was dead out of his tomb after four days. And the governor was afraid and said unto all the multitude of the Jews: Wherefore will ye shed innocent blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And he called unto him Nicodemus and those twelve men which said that he was not born of fornication, and said unto them: What shall I do, for there riseth sedition among the people? They say unto him: We know not, let them see to it. Again Pilate called for all the multitude of the Jews and saith: Ye know that ye have a custom that at the feast of unleavened bread I should release unto you a prisoner. Now I have a prisoner under condemnation in the prison, a murderer, Barabbas by name, and this Jesus also which standeth before you, in whom I find no fault: Whom will ye that I release unto you? But they cried out: Barabbas. Pilate saith: What shall I do then with Jesus who is called Christ? The Jews say: Let him be crucified. But certain of the Jews answered: Thou art not a friend of Caesar's if thou let this man go; for he called himself the Son of God and a king: thou wilt therefore have him for king, and not Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And Pilate was wroth and said unto the Jews: Your nation is always seditious and ye rebel against your benefactors. The Jews say: Against what benefactors? Pilate saith: According as I have heard, your God brought you out of Egypt out of hard bondage, and led you safe through the sea as by dry land, and in the wilderness he nourished you with manna and gave you quails, and gave you water to drink out of a rock, and gave unto you a law. And in all these things ye provoked your God to anger, and sought out a molten calf, and angered your God and he sought to slay you: and Moses made supplication for you and ye were not put to death. And now ye do accuse me that I hate the king (emperor). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And he rose up from the judgement-seat and sought to go forth. And the Jews cried out, saying: We know our king, even Caesar and not Jesus. For indeed the wise men brought gifts from the east unto him as unto a king, and when Herod heard from the wise men that a king was born, he sought to slay him, and when his father Joseph knew that, he took him and his mother and they fled into Egypt. And when Herod heard it he destroyed the children of the Hebrews that were born in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 And when Pilate heard these words he was afraid. And Pilate silenced the multitude, because they cried still, and said unto them: So, then, this is he whom Herod sought? The Jews say: Yea, this is he. And Pilate took water and washed his hands before the sun, saying: I am innocent of the blood of this just man: see ye to it. Again the Jews cried out: His blood be upon us and upon our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Then Pilate commanded the veil to be drawn before the judgement-seat whereon he sat, and saith unto Jesus: Thy nation hath convicted thee (accused thee) as being a king: therefore have I decreed that thou shouldest first be scourged according to the law of the pious emperors, and thereafter hanged upon the cross in the garden wherein thou wast taken: and let Dysmas and Gestas the two malefactors be crucified with thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And Jesus went forth of the judgement hall and the two malefactors with him. And when they were come to the place they stripped him of his garments and girt him with a linen cloth and put a crown of thorns about his head: likewise also they hanged up the two malefactors. But Jesus said: Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. And the soldiers divided his garments among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people stood looking upon him, and the chief priests and the rulers with them derided him, saying: He saved others let him save himself: if he be the son of God [let him come down from the cross]. And the soldiers also mocked him, coming and offering him vinegar with gall; and they said: If thou be the King of the Jews, save thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pilate after the sentence commanded his accusation to be written for a title in letters of Greek and Latin and Hebrew according to the saying of the Jews: that he was the King of the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And one of the malefactors that were hanged [by name Gestas] spake unto him, saying: If thou be the Christ, save thyself, and us. But Dysmas answering rebuked him, saying: Dost thou not at all fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation? and we indeed justly, for we receive the due reward of our deeds; but this man hath done nothing amiss. And he said unto Jesus: Remember me, Lord, in thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him: Verily, verily, I say unto thee, that today thou shalt be (art) with me in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the land until the ninth hour, for the sun was darkened: and the veil of the temple was rent asunder in the midst. And Jesus called with a loud voice and said: Father, baddach ephkid rouel, which is interpreted: Into thy hands I commend my spirit. And having thus said he gave up the ghost. And when the centurion saw what was done, he glorified God, saying: This man was righteous. And all the multitudes that had come to the sight, when they beheld what was done smote their breasts and returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 But the centurion reported unto the governor the things that had come to pass: and when the governor and his wife heard, they were sore vexed, and neither ate nor drank that day. And Pilate sent for the Jews and said unto them: Did ye see that which came to pass? But they said: There was an eclipse of the sun after the accustomed sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And his acquaintance had stood afar off, and the women which came with him from Galilee, beholding these things. But a certain man named Joseph, being a counsellor, of the city of Arimathaea, who also himself looked for the kingdom of God this man went to Pilate and begged the body of Jesus. And he took it down and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in a hewn sepulchre wherein was never man yet laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Now when the Jews heard that Joseph had begged the body of Jesus, they sought for him and for the twelve men which said that Jesus was not born of fornication, and for Nicodemus and many others which had come forth before Pilate and declared his good works. But all they hid themselves, and Nicodemus only was seen of them, for he was a ruler of the Jews. And Nicodemus said unto them: How came ye into the synagogue? The Jews say unto him: How didst thou come into the synagogue? for thou art confederate with him, and his portion shall be with thee in the life to come. Nicodemus saith: Amen, Amen. Likewise Joseph also came forth and said unto them: Why is it that ye are vexed against me, for that I begged the body of Jesus? behold I have laid it in my new tomb, having wrapped it in clean linen, and I rolled a stone over the door of the cave. And ye have not dealt well with the just one, for ye repented not when ye had crucified him, but ye also pierced him with a spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Jews took hold on Joseph and commanded him to be put in safeguard until the first day of the week: and they said unto him: Know thou that the time alloweth us not to do anything against thee, because the sabbath dawneth: but knew that thou shalt not obtain burial, but we will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the heaven. Joseph saith unto them: This is the word of Goliath the boastful which reproached the living God and the holy David. For God said by the prophet: Vengeance is mine, and I will recompense, saith the Lord. And now, lo, one that was uncircumcised, but circumcised in heart, took water and washed his hands before the sun, saying: I am Innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it. And ye answered Pilate and said: His blood be upon us and upon our children. And now I fear lest the wrath of the Lord come upon you and upon your children, as ye have said. But when the Jews heard these words they waxed bitter in soul, and caught hold on Joseph and took him and shut him up in an house wherein was no window, and guards were set at the door: and they sealed the door of the place where Joseph was shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And upon the sabbath day the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites made an ordinance that all men should appear in the synagogue on the first day of the week. And all the multitude rose up early and took council in the synagogue by what death they should kill him. And when the council was set they commanded him to be brought with great dishonour. And when they had opened the door they found him not. And all the people were beside themselves and amazed, because they found the seals closed, and Caiaphas had the key. And they durst not any more lay hands upon them that had spoken in the behalf of Jesus before Pilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And while they yet sat in the synagogue and marvelled because of Joseph, there came certain of the guard which the Jews had asked of Pilate to keep the sepulchre of Jesus lest peradventure his disciples should come and steal him away. And they spake and declared unto the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites that which had come to pass: how that there was a great earthquake, and we saw an angel descend from heaven, and he rolled away the stone from the mouth of the cave, and sat upon it. And he did shine like snow and like lightning, and we were sore afraid and lay as dead men. And we heard the voice of the angel speaking with the women which waited at the sepulchre, saying: Fear ye not: for I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified. He is not here: he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay, and go quickly and say unto his disciples that he is risen from the dead, and is in Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Jews say: With what women spake he? They of the guard say: We know not who they were. The Jews say: At what hour was it? They of the guard say: At midnight. The Jews say: And wherefore did ye not take the women? They of the guard say: We were become as dead me through fear, and we looked not to see the light of the day; how then could we take them? The Jews say: As the Lord liveth, we believe you not. They of the guard say unto the Jews: So many signs saw ye in that man, and ye believed not, how then should ye believe us? verily ye sware rightly 'as the Lord liveth', for he liveth indeed. Again they of the guard say: We have heard that ye shut up him that begged the body of Jesus, and that ye scaled the door; and when ye had opened it ye found him not. Give ye therefore Joseph and we will give you Jesus. The Jews say: Joseph is departed unto his own city. They of the guard say unto the Jews: Jesus also is risen, as we have heard of the angel, and he is in Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And when the Jews heard these words they were sore afraid, saying: Take heed lest this report be heard and all men incline unto Jesus. And the Jews took counsel and laid down much money and gave it to the soldiers, saying: Say ye: While we slept his disciples came by night and stole him away. And if this come to the governor's hearing we will persuade him and secure you. And they took the money and did as they were instructed. [And this their saying was published abroad among all men. lat.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Now a certain priest named Phinees and Addas a teacher and Aggaeus (Ogias Copt., Egias lat.) a Levite came down from Galilee unto Jerusalem and told the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites, saying: We saw Jesus and his disciples sitting upon the mountain which is called Mamilch (Mambre or Malech lat., Mabrech Copt.), and he said unto his disciples: Go into all the world and preach unto every creature (the whole creation): he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved, but he that disbelieveth shall be condemned. [And these signs shall follow upon them that believe: in my name they shall cast out devils, they shall speak with new tongues, they shall take up serpents, and if they drink any deadly thing it shall not hurt them: they shall lay hands upon the sick and they shall recover.] And while Jesus yet spake unto his disciples we saw him taken up into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The elders and the priests and Levites say: Give glory to the God of Israel and make confession unto him: did ye indeed (or that ye did) hear and see those things which ye have told us? They that told them say: As the Lord God of our fathers Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob liveth, we did hear these things and we saw him taken up into heaven. The elders and the priests and the Levites say unto them: Came ye for this end, that ye might tell us, or came ye to pay your vows unto God? And they say: To pay our vows unto God. The elders and the chief priests and the Levites say unto them: If ye came to pay your vows unto God, to what purpose is this idle tale which ye have babbled before all the people? Phinees the priest and Addas the teacher and Aggaeus the Levite say unto the rulers of the synagogue and priests and Levites: If these words which ye have spoken and seen be sin, lo, we are before you: do unto us as seemeth good in your eyes. And they took the book of the law and adjured them that they should no more tell any man these words: and they gave them to eat and to drink, and put them out of the city: moreover they gave them money, and three men to go with them, and they set them on their way as far as Galilee, and they departed in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Now when these men were departed into Galilee, the chief priests and the rulers of the synagogue and the elders gathered together in the synagogue, and shut the gate, and lamented with a great lamentation, saying: What is this sign which is come to pass in Israel? But Amlas and Caiaphas said: Wherefore are ye troubled? why weep ye? Know ye not that his disciples gave much gold unto them that kept the sepulchre and taught them to say that an angel came down and rolled away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? But the priests and the elders said: Be it so, that his disciples did steal away his body; but how is his soul entered into his body, and how abideth he in Galilee? But they could not answer these things, and hardly in the end said: It is not lawful for us to believe the uncircumcised. [Lat. (and Copt., and Arm.): Ought we to believe the soldiers, that an angel came down from heaven and rolled away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? but in truth his disciples gave . . . sepulchre. Know ye not that it is not lawful for Jews to believe any word of the uncircumcised, knowing that they who received much good from us have spoken according as we taught them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nicodemus rose up and stood before the council, saying: Ye say well. Know ye not, O people of the Lord, the men that came down out of Galilee, that they fear God and are men of substance, hating covetousness (a lie, Lat.), men of peace? And they have told you with an oath, saying: We saw Jesus upon the mount Mamilch with his disciples and that he taught them all things that ye heard of them, and, say they, we saw him taken up into heaven. And no man asked them in what manner he was taken up. For like as the book of the holy scriptures hath taught us that Elias also was taken up into heaven, and Eliseus cried out with a loud voice, and Elias cast his hairy cloak upon Eliseus, and Eliseus cast the cloak upon Jordan and passed over and went unto Jericho. And the sons of the prophets met him and said: Eliseus, where is thy lord Elias? and he said that he was taken up into heaven. And they said unto Eliseus: Hath not a spirit caught him up and cast him upon one of the mountains? but let us take our servants with us and seek after him. And they persuaded Eliseus and he went with them, and they sought him three days and found him not: and they knew that he had been taken up. And now hearken unto me, and let us send into all the coasts (al. mountains) of Israel and see whether the Christ were not taken up by a spirit and cast upon one of the mountains. And this saying pleased them all: and they sent into all the coasts (mountains, Lat.) and sought Jesus and found him not. But they found Joseph in Arimathaea, and no man durst lay hands upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And they told the elders and the priests and the Levites, saying: We went about throughout all the coasts of Israel, and we found not Jesus; but Joseph we found in Arimathaea. And when they heard of Joseph they rejoiced and gave glory to the God of Israel. And the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites took counsel how they should meet with Joseph, and they took a volume of paper and wrote unto Joseph these words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be unto thee. We know that we have sinned against God and against thee, and we have prayed unto the God of Israel that thou shouldest vouchsafe to come unto thy fathers and unto thy children (Lat. But thou didst pray unto the God of Israel, and he delivered thee out of our hands. Now therefore vouchsafe, &amp;c.) for we are all troubled, because when we opened the door we found thee not: and we know that we devised an evil counsel against thee, but the Lord helped thee. And the Lord himself made of none effect (scattered) our counsel against thee, O father Joseph, thou that art honourable among all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And they chose out of all Israel seven men that were friends of Joseph, whom Joseph also himself accounted his friends, and the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites said unto them: See: if he receive our epistle and read it, know that he will come with you unto us: but if he read it not, know that he is vexed with us, and salute ye him in peace and return unto us. And they blessed the men and let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the men came unto Joseph and did him reverence, and said unto him: Peace be unto thee. And he said: Peace be unto you and unto all the people of Israel. And they gave him the book of the epistle, and Joseph received it and read it and embraced (or kissed) the epistle and blessed God and said: Blessed be the Lord God, which hath redeemed Israel from shedding innocent blood; and blessed be the Lord, which sent his angel and sheltered me under his wings. (And he kissed them) and set a table before them, and they did eat and drink and lay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 And they rose up early and prayed: and Joseph saddled his she-ass and went with the men, and they came unto the holy city, even Jerusalem. And all the people came to meet Joseph and cried: Peace be to thine entering-in. And he said unto all the people: Peace be unto you, and all the people kissed him. And the people prayed with Joseph, and they were astonished at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nicodemus received him into his house and made a great feast, and called Annas and Caiaphas and the elders and the priests and the Levites unto his house. And they made merry eating and drinking with Joseph. And when they had sung an hymn (or blessed God) every man went unto his house. But Joseph abode in the house of Nicodemus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 And on the morrow, which was the preparation, the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites rose up early and came to the house of Nicodemus, and Nicodemus met them and said: Peace be unto you. And they said: Peace be unto thee and to Joseph and unto all thy house and to all the house of Joseph. And he brought them into his house. And the whole council was set, and Joseph sat between Annas and Caiaphas and no man durst speak unto him a word. And Joseph said: Why is it that ye have called me? And they beckoned unto Nicodemus that he should speak unto Joseph. And Nicodemus opened his mouth and said unto Joseph: Father, thou knowest that the reverend doctors and the priests and the Levites seek to learn a matter of thee. And Joseph said: Inquire ye. And Annas and Caiaphas took the book of the law and adjured Joseph saying: Give glory to the God of Israel and make confession unto him: [for Achar, when he was adjured of the prophet Jesus(Joshua), foresware not himself but declared unto him all things and hid not a word from him: thou therefore also hide not from us so much as a word. And Joseph: I will not hide one word from you.] And they said unto him: We were greatly vexed because thou didst beg the body of Jesus and wrappedst it in a clean linen cloth and didst lay him in a tomb. And for this cause we put thee in safeguard in an house wherein was no window, and we put keys and seals upon the doors, and guards did keep the place wherein thou wast shut up. And on the first day of the week we opened it and found thee not, and we were sore troubled, and amazement fell upon all the people of the Lord until yesterday. Now, therefore, declare unto us what befell thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 And Joseph said: On the preparation day about the tenth hour ye did shut me up, and I continued there the whole sabbath. And at midnight as I stood and prayed the house wherein ye shut me up was taken up by the four corners, and I saw as it were a flashing of light in mine eyes, and being filled with fear I fell to the earth. And one took me by the hand and removed me from the place whereon I had fallen; and moisture of water was shed on me from my head unto my feet, and an odour of ointment came about my nostrils. And he wiped my face and kissed me and said unto me: Fear not, Joseph: open thine eyes and see who it is that speaketh with thee. And I looked up and saw Jesus and I trembled, and supposed that it was a spirit: and I said the commandments: and he said them with me. And [as] ye are not ignorant that a spirit, if it meet any man and hear the commandments, straightway fleeth. And when I perceived that he said them with me, I said unto him: Rabbi Elias? And he said unto me: I am not Elias. And I said unto him: Who art thou, Lord? And he said unto me: I am Jesus, whose body thou didst beg of Pilate, and didst clothe me in clean linen and cover my face with a napkin, and lay me in thy new cave and roll a great stone upon the door of the cave. And I said to him that spake with me: Show me the place where I laid thee. And he brought me and showed me the place where I laid him, and the linen cloth lay therein, and the napkin that was upon his face. And I knew that it was Jesus. And he took me by the hand and set me in the midst of mine house, the doors being shut, and laid me upon my bed and said unto me: Peace be unto thee. And he kissed me and said unto me: Until forty days be ended go not out of thine house: for behold I go unto my brethren into Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And when the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites heard these words of Joseph the became as dead men and fell to the ground, and they fasted until the ninth hour. And Nicodemus with Joseph comforted Annas and Caiaphas and the priests and the Levites, saying: Rise up and stand on your feet and taste bread and strengthen your souls, for tomorrow is the sabbath of the Lord. And they rose up and prayed unto God and did eat and drink, and departed every man to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And on the sabbath the (al. our) teachers and the priests and Levites sat and questioned one another and said: What is this wrath that is come upon us? for we know his father and his mother. Levi the teacher saith: I know that his parents feared God and kept not back their vows and paid tithes three times a year. And when Jesus was born, his parents brought him up unto this place and gave sacrifices and burnt-offerings to God. And [when] the great teacher Symeon took him into his arms and said: Now lettest thou thy servant, Lord, depart in peace for mine eyes have seen thy salvation which thou hast prepared before the face of all peoples, a light to lighten the Gentiles and the glory of thy people Israel. And Symeon blessed them and said unto Mary his mother: I give thee good tidings concerning this child. And Mary said: Good, my lord? And Symeon said to her : Good. Behold, he is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel, and for a sign spoken against: and a sword shall pierce through thine own heart also, that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 They say unto Levi the teacher: How knowest thou these things? Levi saith unto them: Know ye not that from him I did learn the law? The council say unto him: We would see thy father. And they sent after his father, and asked of him, and he said to them: Why believed ye not my son? the blessed and righteous Symeon, he did teach him the law. The council saith: Rabbi Levi, is the word true which thou hast spoken? And he said: It is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites said among themselves: Come, let us send into Galilee unto the three men which came and told us of his teaching and his taking-up, and let them tell us how they saw him taken up. And this word pleased them all, and they sent the three men which before had gone with them into Galilee and said to them: Say unto Rabbi Addas and Rabbi Phinees and Rabbi Aggaeus: peace be to you and to all that are with you. Inasmuch as great questioning hath arisen in the council, we have sent unto you to call you unto this holy place of Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 And the men went into Galilee and found them sitting and meditating upon the law, and saluted them in peace. And the men that were in Galilee said unto them that were come to them: Peace be upon all Israel. And they said: Peace be unto you. Again they said unto them: Wherefore are ye come? And they that were sent said: The council calleth you unto the holy city Jerusalem. And when the men heard that they were bidden by the council, they prayed to God and sat down to meat with the men and did eat and drink, and rose up and came in peace unto Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 And on the morrow the council was set in the synagogue, and they examined them, saying: Did ye in very deed see Jesus sitting upon the mount Mamilch, as he taught his eleven disciples, and saw ye him taken up? And the men answered them and said: Even as we saw him taken up, even so did we tell it unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Annas saith: Set them apart from one another, and let us see if their word agreeth. And they set them apart one from another, and they call Addas first and say unto him: How sawest thou Jesus taken up? Addas saith: While he yet sat upon the Mount Mamilch and taught his disciples, we saw a cloud that overshadowed him and his disciples: and the cloud carried him up into heaven, and his disciples lay (al. prayed, lying) on their faces upon the earth. And they called Phinees the priest, and questioned him also, saying: How sawest thou Jesus taken up? And he spake in like manner. And again they asked Aggaeus, and he also spake in like manner. And the council said: It is contained in the law of Moses: At the mouth of two or three shall every word be established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuthem (Bouthem Gr., Abudem lat., Abuden, Abuthen Arm.,om. Copt.) the teacher saith: It is written in the law: Enoch walked with God and is not, because God took him. Jaeirus the teacher said: Also we have heard of the death of the holy Moses and have not seen him; for it is written in the law of the Lord: And Moses died at the mouth of the Lord, and no man knew of his sepulchre unto this day. And Rabbi Levi said: Wherefore was it that Rabbi Symeon said when he saw Jesus: Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel and for a sign spoken against? And Rabbi Isaac said: It is written in the law: Behold I send my messenger before thy face, which shall go before thee to keep thee in every good way, for my name is named thereon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Then said Annas and Caiaphas: Ye have well said those things which are written in the law of Moses, that no man saw the death of Enoch, and no man hath named the death of Moses. But Jesus spake before Pilate, and we know that we saw him receive buffets and spittings upon his face, and that the soldiers put on him a crown of thorns and that he was scourged and received condemnation from Pilate, and that he was crucified at the place of a skull and two thieves with him, and that they gave him vinegar to drink with gall, and that Longinus the soldier pierced his side with a spear, and that Joseph our honourable father begged his body, and that, as he saith, he rose again, and that (lit. as) the three teachers say: We saw him taken up into heaven, and that Rabbi Levi spake and testified to the things which were spoken by Rabbi Symeon, and that he said: Behold this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel and for a sign spoken against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the teachers said unto all the people of the Lord: If this hath come to pass from the Lord, and it is marvelous in our eyes, ye shall surely know, O house of Jacob, that it is written: Cursed is every one that hangeth upon a tree. And another scripture teacheth: The gods which made not the heaven and the earth shall perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the priests and the Levites said one to another: If his memorial endure until the Sommos (Copt. Soum) which is called Jobel (i. e. the Jubilee), know ye that he will prevail for ever and raise up for himself a new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rulers of the synagogue and the priests and the Levites admonished all Israel, saying: Cursed is that man who shall worship that which man's hand hath made, and cursed is the man who shall worship creatures beside the Creator. And all the people said: Amen, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the people sang an hymn unto the Lord and said: Blessed be the Lord who hath given rest unto the people of Israel according to all that he spake. There hath not one word fallen to the ground of all his good saying which he spake unto his servant Moses. The Lord our God be with us as he was with our fathers: let him not forsake us. And let him not destroy us from turning our heart unto him, from walking in all his ways and keeping his statutes and his judgements which he commanded our fathers. And the Lord shall be King over all the earth in that day. And there shall be one Lord and his name one, even the Lord our King: he shall save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none like unto thee, O Lord. Great art thou, O Lord, and great is thy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal us, O Lord, by thy power, and we shall be healed: save us, Lord, and we shall be saved: for we are thy portion and thine inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord will not forsake his people for his great name's sake, for the Lord hath begun to make us to be his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they had all sung this hymn they departed every man to his house, glorifying God. [For his is the glory, world without end. Amen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTS OF PILATE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART II. THE DESCENT INTO HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This writing, or the nucleus of it, the story of the Descent into Hell was not originally part of the Acts of Pilate. It is -apart from its setting- probably an older document. When it was first attached to the Acts of Pilate is uncertain. The object of this prefatory note is to say that we have the text in three forms, [however, only the Latin A text will be given. For a complete listing of all three texts see M.R. James apocryphal New Testament].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.[Part I, cap. xvi, ends with words of the rulers of the synagogue, &amp;c. All nations shall serve him, and kings shall come from afar worshipping and magnifying him. Part II, cap. i, runs on from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (XVII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And Joseph arose and said unto Annas and Caiaphas: Truly and of right do ye marvel because ye have heard that Jesus hath been seen alive after death, and that he hath ascended into heaven. Nevertheless it is more marvelous that he rose not alone from the dead, but did raise up alive many other dead out of their sepulchres, and they have been seen of many in Jerusalem. And now hearken unto me; for we all know the blessed Simeon, the high priest which received the child Jesus in his hands in the temple. And this Simeon had two sons, brothers in blood and we all were at their falling asleep and at their burial. Go therefore and look upon their sepulchres: for they are open, because they have risen, and behold they are in the city of Arimathaea dwelling together in prayer. And indeed men hear them crying out, yet they speak with no man, but are silent as dead men. But come, let us go unto them and with all honour and gentleness bring them unto us, and if we adjure them, perchance they will tell us concerning the mystery of their rising again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 When they heard these things, they all rejoiced. And Annas and Caiaphas, Nicodemus and Joseph and Gamaliel went and found them not in their sepulchre, but they went unto the city of Arimathaea, and found them there, kneeling on their knees and giving themselves unto prayer. And they kissed them, and with all reverence and in the fear of God they brought them to Jerusalem into the synagogue. And they shut the doors and took the law of the Lord and put it into their hands, and adjured them by the God Adonai and the God of Israel which spake unto our fathers by the prophets, saying: Believe ye that it is Jesus which raised you from the dead? Tell us how ye have arisen from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And when Karinus and Leucius heard this adjuration, they trembled in their body and groaned, being troubled in heart. And looking up together unto heaven they made the seal of the cross with their fingers upon their tongues, and forthwith they spake both of them, saying: Give us each a volume of paper, and let us write that which we have seen and heard. And they gave them unto them, and each of them sat down and wrote, saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II (XVIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 O Lord Jesu Christ, the life and resurrection of the dead (al. resurrection of the dead and the life of the living), suffer us to speak of the mysteries of thy majesty which thou didst perform after thy death upon the cross, inasmuch as we have been adjured by thy Name. For thou didst command us thy servants to tell no man the secrets of thy divine majesty which thou wroughtest in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we were set together with all our fathers in the deep, in obscurity of darkness, on a sudden there came a golden heat of the sun and a purple and royal light shining upon us. And immediately the father of the whole race of men, together with all the patriarchs and prophets, rejoiced, saying: This light is the beginning (author) of everlasting light which did promise to send unto us his co-eternal light. And Esaias cried out and said: This is the light of the Father, even the Son of God, according as I prophesied when I lived upon the earth: The land of Zabulon and the land of Nephthalim beyond Jordan, of Galilee of the Gentiles, the people that walked in darkness have seen a great light, and they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them did the light shine. And now hath it come and shone upon us that sit in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And as we all rejoiced in the light which shined upon us, there came unto us our father Simeon, and he rejoicing said unto us: Glorify ye the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God; for I received him in my hands in the temple when he was born a child, and being moved of the Holy Ghost I made confession and said unto him: Now have mine eyes seen thy salvation which thou hast prepared before the face of all people, a light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of thy people Israel. And when they heard these things, the whole multitude of the saints rejoiced yet more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And after that there came one as it were a dweller in the wilderness, and he was inquired of by all: Who art thou? And he answered them and said: I am John, the voice and the prophet of the most High, which came before the face of his advent to prepare his ways, to give knowledge of salvation unto his people, for the remission of their sins. And when I saw him coming unto me, being moved of the Holy Ghost, I said: Behold the Lamb of God, behold him that taketh away the sins of the world. And I baptized him in the river of Jordan, and saw the Holy Ghost descending upon him in the likeness of a dove, and heard a voice out of heaven saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. And now have I come before his face, and come down to declare unto you that he is at hand to visit us, even the day spring, the Son of God, coming from on high unto us that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III (XIX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And when father Adam that was first created heard this, even that Jesus was baptized in Jordan, he cried out to Seth his son, saying: Declare unto thy sons the patriarchs and the prophets all that thou didst hear from Michael the archangel, when I sent thee unto the gates of paradise that thou mightest entreat God to send thee his angel to give thee the oil of the tree of mercy to anoint my body when I was sick. Then Seth drew near unto the holy patriarchs and prophets, and said: When I, Seth, was praying at the gates of paradise, behold Michael the angel of the Lord appeared unto me, saying: I am sent unto thee from the Lord: it is I that am set over the body of man. And I say unto thee, Seth, vex not thyself with tears, praying and entreating for the oil of the tree of mercy, that thou mayest anoint thy father Adam for the pain of his body: for thou wilt not be able to receive it save in the last days and times, save when five thousand and five hundred (al. 5,952) years are accomplished: then shall the most beloved Son of God come upon the earth to raise up the body of Adam and the bodies of the dead, and he shall come and be baptized in Jordan. And when he is come forth of the water of Jordan, then shall he anoint with the oil of mercy all that believe on him, and that oil of mercy shall be unto all generations of them that shall be born of water and of the Holy Ghost, unto life eternal. Then shall the most beloved Son of God, even Christ Jesus, come down upon the earth and shall bring in our father Adam into paradise unto the tree of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they heard all these things of Seth, all the patriarchs and prophets rejoiced with a great rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV (XX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And while all the saints were rejoicing, behold Satan the prince and chief of death said unto Hell: Make thyself ready to receive Jesus who boasteth himself that he is the Son of God, whereas he is a man that feareth death, and sayeth: My soul is sorrowful even unto death. And he hath been much mine enemy, doing me great hurt, and many that I had made blind, lame, dumb, leprous, and possessed he hath healed with a word: and some whom I have brought unto thee dead, them hath he taken away from thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hell answered and said unto Satan the prince: Who is he that is so mighty, if he be a man that feareth death? for all the mighty ones of the earth are held in subjection by my power, even they whom thou hast brought me subdued by thy power. If, then, thou art mighty, what manner of man is this Jesus who, though he fear death, resisteth thy power? If he be so mighty in his manhood, verily I say unto thee he is almighty in his god-head, and no man can withstand his power. And when he saith that he feareth death, he would ensnare thee, and woe shall be unto thee for everlasting ages. But Satan the prince of Tartarus said: Why doubtest thou and fearest to receive this Jesus which is thine adversary and mine? For I tempted him, and have stirred up mine ancient people of the Jews with envy and wrath against him. I have sharpened a spear to thrust him through, gall and vinegar have I mingled to give him to drink, and I have prepared a cross to crucify him and nails to pierce him: and his death is nigh at hand, that I may bring him unto thee to be subject unto thee and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hell answered and said: Thou hast told me that it is he that hath taken away dead men from me. For there be many which while they lived on the earth have taken dead men from me, yet not by their own power but by prayer to God, and their almighty God hath taken them from me. Who is this Jesus which by his own word without prayer hath drawn dead men from me? Perchance it is he which by the word of his command did restore to life Lazarus which was four days dead and stank and was corrupt, whom I held here dead. Satan the prince of death answered and said: It is that same Jesus. When Hell heard that he said unto him: I adjure thee by thy strength and mine own that thou bring him not unto me. For at that time I, when I heard the command of his word, did quake and was overwhelmed with fear, and all my ministries with me were troubled. Neither could we keep Lazarus, but he like an eagle shaking himself leaped forth with all agility and swiftness, and departed from us, and the earth also which held the dead body of Lazarus straightway gave him up alive. Wherefore now I know that that man which was able to do these things is a God strong in command and mighty in manhood, and that he is the saviour of mankind. And if thou bring him unto me he will set free all that are here shut up in the hard prison and bound in the chains of their sins that cannot be broken, and will bring them unto the life of his god head for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V (XXI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And as Satan the prince, and Hell, spoke this together, suddenly there came a voice as of thunder and a spiritual cry: Remove, O princes, your gates, and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in. When Hell heard that he said unto Satan the prince: Depart from me and go out of mine abode: if thou be a mighty man of war, fight thou against the King of glory. But what hast thou to do with him? And Hell cast Satan forth out of his dwelling. Then said Hell unto his wicked ministers: Shut ye the hard gates of brass and put on them the bars of iron and withstand stoutly, lest we that hold captivity be taken captive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 But when all the multitude of the saints heard it, they spake with a voice of rebuking unto Hell: Open thy gates, that the King of glory may come in. And David cried out, saying: Did I not when I was alive upon earth, foretell unto you: Let them give thanks unto the Lord, even his mercies and his wonders unto the children of men; who hath broken the gates of brass and smitten the bars of iron in sunder? he hath taken them out of the way of their iniquity. And thereafter in like manner Esaias said: Did not I when I was alive upon earth foretell unto you: The dead shall arise, and they that are in the tombs shall rise again, and they that are in the earth shall rejoice, for the dew which cometh of the Lord is their healing? And again I said: O death, where is thy sting? O Hell, where is thy victory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When they heard that of Esaias, all the saints said unto Hell: Open thy gates: now shalt thou be overcome and weak and without strength. And there came a great voice as of thunder, saying: Remove, O princes, your gates, and be ye lift up ye doors of hell, and the King of glory shall come in. And when Hell saw that they so cried out twice, he said, as if he knew it not: Who is the King of glory? And David answered Hell and said: The words of this cry do I know, for by his spirit I prophesied the same; and now I say unto thee that which I said before: The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle, he is the King of glory. And: The Lord looked down from heaven that he might hear the groanings of them that are in fetters and deliver the children of them that have been slain. And now, O thou most foul and stinking Hell, open thy gates, that the King of glory may come in. And as David spake thus unto Hell, the Lord of majesty appeared in the form of a man and lightened the eternal darkness and brake the bonds that could not be loosed: and the succour of his everlasting might visited us that sat in the deep darkness of our transgressions and in the shadow of death of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI (XXII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 When Hell and death and their wicked ministers saw that, they were stricken with fear, they and their cruel officers, at the sight of the brightness of so great light in their own realm, seeing Christ of a sudden in their abode, and they cried out, saying: We are overcome by thee. Who art thou that art sent by the Lord for our confusion? Who art thou that without all damage of corruption, and with the signs (?) of thy majesty unblemished, dost in wrath condemn our power? Who art thou that art so great and so small, both humble and exalted, both soldier and commander, a marvelous warrior in the shape of a bondsman, and a King of glory dead and living, whom the cross bare slain upon it? Thou that didst lie dead in the sepulchre hast come down unto us living and at thy death all creation quaked and all the stars were shaken and thou hast become free among the dead and dost rout our legions. Who art thou that settest free the prisoners that are held bound by original sin and restorest them into their former liberty? Who art thou that sheddest thy divine and bright light upon them that were blinded with the darkness of their sins? After the same manner all the legions of devils were stricken with like fear and cried out all together in the terror of their confusion, saying: Whence art thou, Jesus, a man so mighty and bright in majesty, so excellent without spot and clean from sin? For that world of earth which hath been always subject unto us until now, and did pay tribute to our profit, hath never sent unto us a dead man like thee, nor ever dispatched such a gift unto Hell. Who then art thou that so fearlessly enterest our borders, and not only fearest not our torments, but besides essayest to bear away all men out of our bonds? Peradventure thou art that Jesus, of whom Satan our prince said that by thy death of the cross thou shouldest receive the dominion of the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Then did the King of glory in his majesty trample upon death, and laid hold on Satan the prince and delivered him unto the power of Hell, and drew Adam to him unto his own brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII (XXIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hell, receiving Satan the prince, with sore reproach said unto him: O prince of perdition and chief of destruction, Beelzebub, the scorn of the angels and spitting of the righteous why wouldest thou do this? Thou wouldest crucify the King of glory and at his decease didst promise us great spoils of his death: like a fool thou knewest not what thou didst. For behold now, this Jesus putteth to flight by the brightness of his majesty all the darkness of death, and hath broken the strong depths of the prisons, and let out the prisoners and loosed them that were bound. And all that were sighing in our torments do rejoice against us, and at their prayers our dominions are vanquished and our realms conquered, and now no nation of men feareth us any more. And beside this, the dead which were never wont to be proud triumph over us, and the captives which never could be joyful do threaten us. O prince Satan, father of all the wicked and ungodly and renegades wherefore wouldest thou do this? They that from the beginning until now have despaired of life and salvation-now is none of their wonted roarings heard, neither doth any groan from them sound in our ears, nor is there any sign of tears upon the face of any of them. O prince Satan, holder of the keys of hell, those thy riches which thou hadst gained by the tree of transgression and the losing of paradise, thou hast lost by the tree of the cross, and all thy gladness hath perished. When thou didst hang up Christ Jesus the King of glory thou wroughtest against thyself and against me. Henceforth thou shalt know what eternal torments and infinite pains thou art to suffer in my keeping for ever. O prince Satan, author of death and head of all pride, thou oughtest first to have sought out matter of evil in this Jesus: Wherefore didst thou adventure without cause to crucify him unjustly against whom thou foundest no blame, and to bring into our realm the innocent and righteous one, and to lose the guilty and the ungodly and unrighteous of the whole world? And when Hell had spoken thus unto Satan the prince, then said the King of glory unto Hell: Satan the prince shall be in thy power unto all ages in the stead of Adam and his children, even those that are my righteous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII (XXIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And the Lord stretching forth his hand, said: Come unto me, all ye my saints which bear mine image and my likeness. Ye that by the tree and the devil and death were condemned, behold now the devil and death condemned by the tree. And forthwith all the saints were gathered in one under the hand of the Lord. And the Lord holding the right hand of Adam, said unto him: Peace be unto thee with all thy children that are my righteous ones. But Adam, casting himself at the knees of the Lord entreated him with tears and beseechings, and said with a loud voice: I will magnify thee, O Lord, for thou hast set me up and not made my foes to triumph over me: O Lord my God I cried unto thee and thou hast healed me; Lord, thou hast brought my soul out of hell, thou hast delivered me from them that go down to the pit. Sing praises unto the Lord all ye saints of his, and give thanks unto him for the remembrance of his holiness. For there is wrath in his indignation and life is in his good pleasure. In like manner all the saints of God kneeled and cast themselves at the feet of the Lord, saying with one accord: Thou art come, O redeemer of the world: that which thou didst foretell by the law and by thy prophets, that hast thou accomplished in deed. Thou hast redeemed the living by thy cross, and by the death of the cross thou hast come down unto us, that thou mightest save us out of hell and death through thy majesty. O Lord, like as thou hast set the name of thy glory in the heavens and set up thy cross for a token of redemption upon the earth, so, Lord, set thou up the sign of the victory of thy cross in hell, that death may have no more dominion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And the Lord stretched forth his hand and made the sign of the cross over Adam and over all his saints, and he took the right hand of Adam and went up out of hell, and all the saints followed him. Then did holy David cry aloud and say: Sing unto the Lord a new song, for he hath done marvelous things. His right hand hath wrought salvation for him and his holy arm. The Lord hath made known his saving health, before the face of all nations hath he revealed his righteousness. And the whole multitude of the saints answered, saying: Such honour have all his saints. Amen, Alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And thereafter Habacuc the prophet cried out and said: Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people to set free thy chosen. And all the saints answered, saying: Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord. God is the Lord and hath showed us light. Amen, Alleluia. Likewise after that the prophet Micheas also cried, saying: What God is like thee, O Lord, taking away iniquity and removing sins? and now thou withholdest thy wrath for a testimony that thou art merciful of free will, and thou dost turn away and have mercy on us, thou forgivest all our iniquities and hast sunk all our sins in the depths of the sea, as thou swarest unto our fathers in the days of old. And all the saints answered, saying: This is our God for ever and ever, he shall be our guide, world without end. Amen, Alleluia. And so spake all the prophets, making mention of holy words out of their praises, and all the saints followed the Lord, crying Amen, Alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX (XXV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord holding the hand of Adam delivered him unto Michael the archangel, and all the saints followed Michael the archangel, and he brought them all into the glory and beauty (grace) of paradise. And there met with them two men, ancients of days, and when they were asked of the saints: Who are ye that have not yet been dead in hell with us and are set in paradise in the body? then one of them answering, said: I am Enoch which was translated hither by the word of the Lord, and this that is with me is Elias the Thesbite which was taken up in a chariot of fire: and up to this day we have not tasted death, but we are received unto the coming of Antichrist to fight against him with signs and wonders of God, and to be slain of him in Jerusalem, and after three days and a half to be taken up again alive on the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X (XXVI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Enoch and Elias spake thus with the saints, behold there came another man of vile habit, bearing upon his shoulders the sign of the cross; whom when they beheld, all the saints said unto him: Who art thou? for thine appearance is as of a robber; and wherefore is it that thou bearest a sign upon thy shoulders? And he answered them and said: Ye have rightly said: for I was a robber, doing all manner of evil upon the earth. And the Jews crucified me with Jesus, and I beheld the wonders in the creation which came to pass through the cross of Jesus when he was crucified, and I believed that he was the maker of all creatures and the almighty king, and I besought him, saying: Remember me, Lord, when thou comest into thy kingdom. And forthwith he received my prayer, and said unto me: Verily I say unto thee, this day shalt thou be with me in paradise: and he gave me the sign of the cross, saying: Bear this and go unto paradise, and if the angel that keepeth paradise suffer thee not to enter in, show him the sign of the cross; and thou shalt say unto him: Jesus Christ the Son of God who now is crucified hath sent me. And when I had so done, I spake all these things unto the angel that keepeth paradise; and when he heard this of me, forthwith he opened the door and brought me in and set me at the right hand of paradise, saying: Lo now, tarry a little, and Adam the father of all mankind will enter in with all his children that are holy and righteous, after the triumph and glory of the ascending up of Christ the Lord that is crucified. When they heard all these words of the robber, all the holy patriarchs and prophets said with one voice: Blessed be the Lord Almighty, the Father of eternal good things, the Father of mercies, thou that hast given such grace unto thy sinners and hast brought them again into the beauty of paradise and into thy good pastures: for this is the most holy life of the spirit. Amen, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI (XXVII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the divine and holy mysteries which we saw and heard, even I, Karinus, and Leucius: but we were not suffered to relate further the rest of the mysteries of God, according as Michael the archangel strictly charged us, saying: Ye shall go with your brethren unto Jerusalem and remain in prayer, crying out and glorifying the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ, who hath raised you from the dead together with him: and ye shall not be speaking with any man, but sit as dumb men, until the hour come when the Lord himself suffereth you to declare the mysteries of his god head. But unto us Michael the archangel gave commandment that we should go over Jordan unto a place rich and fertile, where are many which rose again together with us for a testimony of the resurrection of Christ the Lord. For three days only were allowed unto us who rose from the dead, to keep the passover of the Lord in Jerusalem with our kindred (parents) that are living for a testimony of the resurrection of Christ the Lord: and we were baptized in the holy river of Jordan and received white robes, every one of us. And after the three days, when we had kept the passover of the Lord, all they were caught up in the clouds which had risen again with us, and were taken over Jordan and were no more seen of any man. But unto us it was said that we should remain in the city of Arimathaea and continue in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These be all things which the Lord bade us declare unto you: give praise and thanksgiving (confession) unto him, and repent that he may have mercy upon you. Peace be unto you from the same Lord Jesus Christ which is the Saviour of us all. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they had finished writing all things in the several volumes of paper they arose; and Karinus gave that which he had written into the hands of Annas and Caiaphas and Gamaliel; likewise Leucius gave that which he had written into the hands of Nicodemus and Joseph. And suddenly they were transfigured and became white exceedingly and were no more seen. But their writings were found to be the same (lit. equal), neither more nor less by one letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all the synagogue of the Jews heard all these marvelous sayings of Karinus and Leucius, they said one to another: Of a truth all these things were wrought by the Lord, and blessed be the Lord, world without end, Amen. And they went out all of them in great trouble of mind, smiting their breasts with fear and trembling, and departed every man unto his own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these things which were spoken by the Jews in their synagogue, did Joseph and Nicodemus forthwith declare unto the governor. And Pilate himself wrote all the things that were done and said concerning Jesus by the Jews, and laid up all the words in the public books of his judgement hall (praetorium).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII (XXVIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter is not found in the majority of copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these things Pilate entered into the temple of the Jews and gathered together all the chief of the priests, and the teachers (grammaticos) and scribes and doctors of the law, and went in with them into the holy place of the temple and commanded all the doors to be shut, and said unto them: We have heard that ye have in this temple a certain great Bible; wherefore I ask you that it be presented before us. And when that great Bible adorned with gold and precious jewels was brought by four ministers, Pilate said to them all: I adjure you by the God of your fathers which commanded you to build this temple in the place of his sanctuary, that ye hide not the truth from me. Ye know all the things that are written in this Bible; but tell me now if ye have found in the scriptures that this Jesus whom ye have crucified is the Son of God which should come for the salvation of mankind, and in what year of the times he must come. Declare unto me whether ye crucified him in ignorance or knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Annas and Caiaphas when they were thus adjured commanded all the rest that were will them to go out of the temple; and they themselves shut all the doors of the temple and of the sanctuary, and said unto Pilate: Thou hast adjured us, O excellent judge, by the building of this temple to make manifest unto thee the truth and reason (or a true account). After that we had crucified Jesus, knowing not that he was the Son of God, but supposing that by some chance he did his wondrous works, we made a great assembly (synagogue) in this temple; and as we conferred one with another concerning the signs of the mighty works which Jesus had done, we found many witnesses of our own nation who said that they had seen Jesus alive after his passion, and that he was passed into the height of the heaven. Moreover, we saw two witnesses whom Jesus raised from the dead, who declared unto us many marvelous things which Jesus did among the dead, which things we have in writing in our hands. Now our custom is that every year before our assembly we open this holy Bible and inquire the testimony of God. And we have found in the first book of the Seventy how that Michael the angel spake unto the third son of Adam the first man concerning the five thousand and five hundred years, wherein should come the most beloved Son of God, even Christ: and furthermore we have thought that peradventure this same was the God of Israel which said unto Moses: Make thee an ark of the covenant in length two cubits and a half, and in breadth one cubit and a half, and in height one cubit and a half. For by those five cubits and a half we have understood and known the fashion of the ark of the old covenant, for that in five thousand and a half thousand years Jesus Christ should come in the ark of his body: and we have found that he is the God of Israel, even the Son of God. For after his passion, we the chief of the priests, because we marvelled at the signs which came to pass on his account did open the Bible, and searched out all the generations unto the generation of Joseph, and Mary the mother of Christ, taking her to be the seed of David: and we found that from the day when God made the heaven and the earth and the first man, from that time unto the Flood are 2,212 years: and from the Flood unto the building of the tower 531 years: and from the building of the tower unto Abraham 606 years: and from Abraham unto the coming of the children of Israel out of Egypt 470 years: and from the going of the children of Israel out of Egypt unto the building of the temple 511 years: and from the building of the temple unto the destruction of the same temple 464 years: so far found we in the Bible of Esdras: and inquiring from the burning of the temple unto the coming of Christ and his birth we found it to be 636 years, which together were five thousand and five hundred years like as we found it written in the Bible that Michael the archangel declared before unto Seth the third son of Adam, that after five thousand and a half thousand years Christ the Son of God hath (? should) come. Hitherto have we told no man, lest there should be a schism in our synagogues; and now, O excellent judge, thou hast adjured us by this holy Bible of the testimonies of God, and we do declare it unto thee: and we also have adjured thee by thy life and health that thou declare not these words unto any man in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIII (XXIX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pilate, when he heard these words of Annas and Caiaphas, laid them all up amongst the acts of the Lord and Saviour in the public books of his judgement hall, and wrote a letter unto Claudius the king of the city of Rome, saying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The following Epistle or Report of Pilate is inserted in Greek into the late Acts of Peter and Paul (  40) and the Pseudo-Marcellus Passion of Peter and Paul (  19). We thus have it in Greek and Latin, and the Greek is used here as the basis of the version.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontius Pilate unto Claudius, greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There befell of late a matter which I myself brought to light (or made trial of): for the Jews through envy have punished themselves and their posterity with fearful judgements of their own fault; for whereas their fathers had promises (al. had announced unto them) that their God would send them out of heaven his holy one who should of right be called their king, and did promise that he would send him upon earth by a virgin; he, then (or this God of the Hebrews, then), came when I was governor of Judaea, and they beheld him enlightening the blind, cleansing lepers, healing the palsied, driving devils out of men, raising the dead, rebuking the winds, walking upon the waves of the sea dry-shod, and doing many other wonders, and all the people of the Jews calling him the Son of God: the chief priests therefore, moved with envy against him, took him and delivered him unto me and brought against him one false accusation after another, saying that he was a sorcerer and did things contrary to their law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, believing that these things were so, having scourged him, delivered him unto their will: and they crucified him, and when he was buried they set guards upon him. But while my soldiers watched him he rose again on the third day: yet so much was the malice of the Jews kindled that they gave money to the soldiers, saying: Say ye that his disciples stole away his body. But they, though they took the money, were not able to keep silence concerning that which had come to pass, for they also have testified that they saw him arisen and that they received money from the Jews. And these things have I reported for this cause, lest some other should lie unto thee (lat. lest any lie otherwise) and thou shouldest deem right to believe the false tales of the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanned and Edited by&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Williams&lt;br /&gt;Northwest Nazarene College, 1995 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Acts of Pilate web page.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Table of Contents&lt;br /&gt;This web page is maintained by Peter Kirby &lt;E-Mail&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6280563038695392482?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4981442074569729236</id><published>2011-01-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:28:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>Hold on. &lt;br /&gt;I've found another way to let you go, away. &lt;br /&gt;Hold on. &lt;br /&gt;You've find another way to play my soul, away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4981442074569729236?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4981442074569729236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4981442074569729236' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate love songs and I hate lovers&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything that I can't have so I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate movies with happy endings&lt;br /&gt;Like that one I saw where all the girls were beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;I hate wet dreams and masturbation&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything that feels good like sex with you&lt;br /&gt;I hate flowers and little birdies&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna puke when I see something cuddily like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with your insanity&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to smile at your stupidity&lt;br /&gt;You've got the very best of me&lt;br /&gt;fell in love push came to shove but you broke so easily&lt;br /&gt;I love hate songs 'bout mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;other people's pain takes my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I love puppies when they're road-kill&lt;br /&gt;They're too cute too live, too cute to live&lt;br /&gt;like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with immortality&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to stick it out for eternity&lt;br /&gt;You've got the very best of me&lt;br /&gt;fell in love push came to shove and you broke so easily&lt;br /&gt;I hate love songs&lt;br /&gt;I hate love so I hate you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3499082150671705634?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3499082150671705634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3499082150671705634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3499082150671705634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3499082150671705634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steps that &lt;br /&gt;I retrace &lt;br /&gt;the sad look &lt;br /&gt;on your face&lt;br /&gt;The timing &lt;br /&gt;and structure &lt;br /&gt;did you hear &lt;br /&gt;he fucked her?&lt;br /&gt;A day late &lt;br /&gt;a buck short &lt;br /&gt;I'm writing &lt;br /&gt;the report&lt;br /&gt;On losing &lt;br /&gt;and failing &lt;br /&gt;when I move &lt;br /&gt;I'm flailing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's happened once again&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone that understands&lt;br /&gt;Sticks to the master plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's gone&lt;br /&gt;And I've been here for too long&lt;br /&gt;To face this on my own&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe &lt;br /&gt;I'll see you &lt;br /&gt;at a movie &lt;br /&gt;sneak preview&lt;br /&gt;You'll show up &lt;br /&gt;and walk by &lt;br /&gt;on the arm&lt;br /&gt;of that guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'll smile &lt;br /&gt;and you'll wave &lt;br /&gt;we'll pretend &lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;The charade &lt;br /&gt;it won't last &lt;br /&gt;when he's gone &lt;br /&gt;I won't come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll happen once again&lt;br /&gt;You'll turn to a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone that understands&lt;br /&gt;And sticks to the master plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you've been there for too long&lt;br /&gt;To face this on your own&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is growing up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8314755327167734641?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8314755327167734641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8314755327167734641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8314755327167734641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8314755327167734641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2010/11/damnit.html' title='Damnit'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3282179329128884176</id><published>2010-08-01T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:14:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'coz you're a hot mess and I'm faliin' for you</title><content type='html'>'coz you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3282179329128884176?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3282179329128884176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3282179329128884176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3282179329128884176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3282179329128884176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2010/08/coz-youre-hot-mess-and-im-faliin-for.html' title='&apos;coz you&apos;re a hot mess and I&apos;m faliin&apos; for you'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5866184670254405648</id><published>2010-07-28T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:39:47.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I long to hold you</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I came here, but since I know you'll gonna be visitin' this place.. i might as well start it up again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been alright since the last time I posted.. Lotsa changes.. good and bad... mostly bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin' on by in life, step by step.. pickin' up the pieces since the last fall. Soemtimes I wonder when will it all end and the sun will rise again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5866184670254405648?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5866184670254405648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5866184670254405648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5866184670254405648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5866184670254405648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-how-i-long-to-hold-you.html' title='Oh how I long to hold you'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6573174533719638944</id><published>2009-09-18T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:40:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel</title><content type='html'>There's not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill. This relationship has all the passion of a pair of tick mice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish...Yeah be deliriously happy or at least leave yourself open to be. I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, something you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels, find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. The truth is, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. Stay open. Who knows, lightening could strike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6573174533719638944?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6573174533719638944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6573174533719638944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6573174533719638944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6573174533719638944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel.html' title='I feel'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3677762085026067260</id><published>2009-09-09T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:00:12.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turn 22</title><content type='html'>yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3677762085026067260?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3677762085026067260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3677762085026067260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3677762085026067260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3677762085026067260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-turn-22.html' title='I turn 22'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4325145586574840274</id><published>2009-07-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:20:18.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I see you again?</title><content type='html'>When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When will we share precious moments?&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to wait forever?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I have to suffer and cry the whole night through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When will our hearts beat together?&lt;br /&gt;Are we in love or just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is this my beginning or is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we in love or just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is this my beginning or is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4325145586574840274?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4325145586574840274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3463252083335716506</id><published>2009-07-16T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:29:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love stinks</title><content type='html'>He loves her, but she loves this guy right here.And he loves somebody else. And so it goes, until the day you die, this thing they call 'love' is gonna make you cry. I had the blues, it hurts like gettin beat by sticks, one thing's for sure. Love stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3463252083335716506?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3463252083335716506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3463252083335716506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3463252083335716506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3463252083335716506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-stinks.html' title='Love stinks'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2030137349964565520</id><published>2009-07-10T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:41:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 girls hot girls in the shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SldEmjJ2T9I/AAAAAAAAA30/Yc-waO6yf70/s1600-h/2+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SldEmjJ2T9I/AAAAAAAAA30/Yc-waO6yf70/s400/2+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825710842761170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn homie.....Doesn't she look like her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2030137349964565520?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2030137349964565520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2030137349964565520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2030137349964565520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2030137349964565520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-girls-hot-girls-in-shower.html' title='2 girls hot girls in the shower'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SldEmjJ2T9I/AAAAAAAAA30/Yc-waO6yf70/s72-c/2+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4405544444693197527</id><published>2009-07-05T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:49:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it happening again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4405544444693197527?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4405544444693197527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4405544444693197527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4405544444693197527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4405544444693197527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-happening-again.html' title='Is it happening again?'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-9018387520896518206</id><published>2009-06-21T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:15:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Nasi lemak was $2.80 when I first came to Woodlands. Now it's $4. Fuckin' chinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-9018387520896518206?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/9018387520896518206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=9018387520896518206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/9018387520896518206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/9018387520896518206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1122081068225386509</id><published>2009-05-23T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:35:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye my almost lover</title><content type='html'>You fingertips against my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sang me spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you’d never ever forget these images, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you’re gone and I’m haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it that easy for you&lt;br /&gt;To walk right in and out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1122081068225386509?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1122081068225386509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1122081068225386509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1122081068225386509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1122081068225386509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-my-almost-lover.html' title='goodbye my almost lover'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7890344262617109973</id><published>2009-05-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:25:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble me</title><content type='html'>Went out on a limb &lt;br /&gt;gone too far &lt;br /&gt;broken down at the side of the road &lt;br /&gt;stranded at the outskirts and sun's creepin' up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in the backseat &lt;br /&gt;still fast asleep &lt;br /&gt;dreamin' of better days &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call you but you're all I have to turn to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say &lt;br /&gt;when it's all gone away ? &lt;br /&gt;baby I didn't mean to hurt you &lt;br /&gt;thruth spoke in whispers will tear you apart &lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you resist it &lt;br /&gt;it never rains when you want it to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humle me girl &lt;br /&gt;humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees empty &lt;br /&gt;you humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;you humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;please, please, please forgive me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Sarah she's got your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I see you all the time &lt;br /&gt;when she asks about her mummy &lt;br /&gt;I never know what to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard you kicked the bottle &lt;br /&gt;and helped to build the church &lt;br /&gt;you carry an honest wage &lt;br /&gt;is it true you have somebody keeping you company ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say &lt;br /&gt;when it's all gone away ? &lt;br /&gt;baby I didn't mean to hurt you &lt;br /&gt;thruth spoke in whispers will tear you apart &lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you resist it &lt;br /&gt;it never rains when I want it to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;humble me Lord &lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees empty &lt;br /&gt;you humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;you humble me girl &lt;br /&gt;please, please, please forgive me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7890344262617109973?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4070557882179297265</id><published>2009-05-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:43:50.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands up if you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/Sg2bjDb_wpI/AAAAAAAAA3s/b5glCiXSDJY/s1600-h/22d53965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/Sg2bjDb_wpI/AAAAAAAAA3s/b5glCiXSDJY/s400/22d53965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336092160024363666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4070557882179297265?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/Sg2bjDb_wpI/AAAAAAAAA3s/b5glCiXSDJY/s72-c/22d53965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1437609064002845248</id><published>2009-05-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:20:43.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait</title><content type='html'>Seperated,and negated,it seems fated,we have to find out more. &lt;br /&gt;do you want me?tell me properly,or just stop me its you that i adore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for another second minute or hour &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait it's all your choice it's in your power &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for another second minute or hour &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait it's all your choice it's in your power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my head when i found my heart &lt;br /&gt;but now with neither i've fallen all apart &lt;br /&gt;with this voice and chord i'll tell you from the start &lt;br /&gt;she never wanted me,she never wanted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i act stupid,due to cupid,my love's rooted,you'll have to dig down deep, &lt;br /&gt;mixed emotion,fixed devotion,your magic potion you sprinkle as i sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for another second minute or hour &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait it's all your choice it's in your power &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for another second minute or hour &lt;br /&gt;i can't wait it's all your choice it's in your power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1437609064002845248?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1437609064002845248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1437609064002845248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1437609064002845248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1437609064002845248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5043741391757251402</id><published>2009-05-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:11:36.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>When I see you&lt;br /&gt;I run out of words to say&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't leave you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're that type of girl to make me stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the guys tryna holla, girl I don't wanna bother you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're independent and you got my attention&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your baby father? Girl, I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;That I love what you are doin' hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club, you gettin' down girl&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the club, you showin' thugs love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Said you're so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds you&lt;br /&gt;Drift me away, far away, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And like the sun you&lt;br /&gt;Brighten the day, you brighten my day, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5043741391757251402?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6143317576709997884</id><published>2009-05-02T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:12:34.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back to me</title><content type='html'>The rain falls on my windows&lt;br /&gt;And a coldness runs through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falls oh the rain falls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could photoshop&lt;br /&gt;All our bad memories&lt;br /&gt;'cause the flashbacks oh the flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;Won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come back to me i'll be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me make up for what happened in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back i'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back boy you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower east side of manhattan&lt;br /&gt;She goes shopping for new clothes&lt;br /&gt;And she buys this and she buys that&lt;br /&gt;Just leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he would listen to her side of the story&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that bad it isn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;And she's wiser for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i cheated don't know why i did it&lt;br /&gt;But i do regret it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing i can do or say can change the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back i'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back boy you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i ever did heaven knows i'm sorry babe&lt;br /&gt;I was too young to see you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;And my curiosity got the better of me&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from a to z tell me what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart to thee you are my priority&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see you've punished me more than enough already&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back i'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back boy you're one in a million&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6143317576709997884?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6143317576709997884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6143317576709997884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXwJxukKiTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pFtxMBAQEAU/s400/BUKAKKE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295118011798817074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1244822269033834632?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1244822269033834632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1244822269033834632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1244822269033834632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1244822269033834632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-truth.html' title='Oh the truth'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXwJxukKiTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pFtxMBAQEAU/s72-c/BUKAKKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1549641282691204037</id><published>2009-01-18T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:35:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They came, they sang, they left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIxBAtVFI/AAAAAAAAA00/kbfRJ2YkYDU/s1600-h/ting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIxBAtVFI/AAAAAAAAA00/kbfRJ2YkYDU/s400/ting.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292302150291772498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIooAsRKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/FfNAC-dQTE0/s1600-h/3111415152_7c5e44b552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIooAsRKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/FfNAC-dQTE0/s400/3111415152_7c5e44b552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292302006141863074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIjwsNpyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jo52gmRSPPw/s1600-h/2769412420_e2ce78e198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIjwsNpyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jo52gmRSPPw/s400/2769412420_e2ce78e198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301922572543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIaf34deI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XDdnd25_btI/s1600-h/2504674825_a2067df962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIaf34deI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XDdnd25_btI/s400/2504674825_a2067df962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292301763439261154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Katie Katie.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1549641282691204037?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SXIIxBAtVFI/AAAAAAAAA00/kbfRJ2YkYDU/s72-c/ting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3083791640915648758</id><published>2009-01-01T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:23:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SVvGmIYycbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IyrVbGRPdv8/s1600-h/WHORES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SVvGmIYycbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IyrVbGRPdv8/s400/WHORES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286036946038190514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3083791640915648758?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3083791640915648758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3083791640915648758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3083791640915648758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3083791640915648758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/01/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SVvGmIYycbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IyrVbGRPdv8/s72-c/WHORES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4655844562160837546</id><published>2009-01-01T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:17:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Durin this really bad economic crisi, I just saw almost or around a million dollars worth of fireworks go off for more than 5 mins. Well, the government has it covered right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4655844562160837546?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4655844562160837546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4655844562160837546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4655844562160837546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4655844562160837546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7755926123564251303</id><published>2008-12-20T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:30:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>Your lipstick, his collar.. don’t bother angel&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything you’ll get is&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you’ve wanted, princess&lt;br /&gt;Well which would you prefer&lt;br /&gt;My finger on the trigger, or&lt;br /&gt;Me face down, down across your floor&lt;br /&gt;Well just so long as this thing’s loaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother trying to explain angel&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what goes on when you’re on and&lt;br /&gt;How about I’m outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;Watchin him keep the details covered&lt;br /&gt;You’re such a sucker&lt;br /&gt;For a sweet talker, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;br /&gt;I wil never ask if you don’t ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;I know you well enough to know you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;I know you well enough to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I feel anything&lt;br /&gt;From anyone other than you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this was all your fault&lt;br /&gt;And all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;For this simple reason&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;As something larger than life&lt;br /&gt;She’ll destroy us all before she’s through&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to blame somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;For this simple reason&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;As something larger than life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7755926123564251303?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7755926123564251303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7755926123564251303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7755926123564251303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7755926123564251303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/12/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7411607763090239813</id><published>2008-11-27T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:50:45.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>I've got to save the world, liberate&lt;br /&gt;Eat the food that's on my plate&lt;br /&gt;Recycling is really great&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I can do&lt;br /&gt;To get in bed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a Marxist, a Communist&lt;br /&gt;A pacifict, an anarchist, a Democrat&lt;br /&gt;Red, white, green or blue&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I can do &lt;br /&gt;To get in bed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I gave a damn&lt;br /&gt;Until you told me who I am &lt;br /&gt;And what to do&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I can do&lt;br /&gt;To get in bed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know war is bad and love is really good&lt;br /&gt;Taking a stand starts in your neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;I do the best I can just like you say I should&lt;br /&gt;The ones who make a difference are few&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do&lt;br /&gt;To get in bed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear your world peace plan&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me in my van&lt;br /&gt;We can discuss Camus&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I can do&lt;br /&gt;To get in bed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change my mind, masticate&lt;br /&gt;Use condoms when I fornicate&lt;br /&gt;Until I hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I can do&lt;br /&gt;My balls are turning blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7411607763090239813?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7411607763090239813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7411607763090239813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7411607763090239813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7411607763090239813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3450785673172323490</id><published>2008-11-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:12:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Glorious Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSvBVt8LMyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GlZ7GwAUpmA/s1600-h/P1060689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSvBVt8LMyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GlZ7GwAUpmA/s400/P1060689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272520367620698914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP little boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3450785673172323490?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3450785673172323490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3450785673172323490' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3946058096052738182</id><published>2008-11-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:02:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie jar</title><content type='html'>You see I got this problem&lt;br /&gt;I need help tryna solve it&lt;br /&gt;Cos meeting after meeting and I'm still a cookie holic&lt;br /&gt;You can hide them, Imma find them, on the counter, in the closet&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say I ain't do it with my face covered in chocolate&lt;br /&gt;My girl be setting booby traps&lt;br /&gt;To catch me eating Scooby snacks&lt;br /&gt;I left crumbs in the bed once&lt;br /&gt;But I told her I was through with that&lt;br /&gt;She still don't be believing me&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that I'm cool with that&lt;br /&gt;But I got a sweet tooth, that'll never come loose&lt;br /&gt;And the truth of the matter is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like girls, &lt;br /&gt;They like me&lt;br /&gt;They look so good&lt;br /&gt;In they're Seven jeans&lt;br /&gt;Told you to be the one&lt;br /&gt;And my only&lt;br /&gt;I want to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3946058096052738182?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3946058096052738182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3946058096052738182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3946058096052738182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3946058096052738182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/cookie-jar.html' title='Cookie jar'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2647687233330819077</id><published>2008-11-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:44:25.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the hobby becomes the girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSl6UHZmEgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/iD9j5s2YtNA/s1600-h/spp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSl6UHZmEgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/iD9j5s2YtNA/s400/spp.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879324816249346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2647687233330819077?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2647687233330819077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2647687233330819077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2647687233330819077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2647687233330819077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-hobby-becomes-girlfriend.html' title='When the hobby becomes the girlfriend'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSl6UHZmEgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/iD9j5s2YtNA/s72-c/spp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6885491844071182093</id><published>2008-11-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:43:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siah Pui Pui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSld2NyZAeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/sQYM37YQWeM/s1600-h/rchw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSld2NyZAeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/sQYM37YQWeM/s400/rchw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271848024809210338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna make you sad, 'coz I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6885491844071182093?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6885491844071182093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6885491844071182093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6885491844071182093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6885491844071182093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/siah-pui-pui.html' title='Siah Pui Pui'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSld2NyZAeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/sQYM37YQWeM/s72-c/rchw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3004215485566114883</id><published>2008-11-21T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:04:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm stockings.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSajtbw2DLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pz6o2w-bErw/s1600-h/gnd08top10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSajtbw2DLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pz6o2w-bErw/s400/gnd08top10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271080414825811122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3004215485566114883?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3004215485566114883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3004215485566114883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3004215485566114883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3004215485566114883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmmm-stockings.html' title='Mmmmm stockings.......'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SSajtbw2DLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pz6o2w-bErw/s72-c/gnd08top10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8771529523410532310</id><published>2008-11-19T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:26:12.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Know Her Is To Love Her</title><content type='html'>To know know know her&lt;br /&gt;Is to love love love her&lt;br /&gt;Just to see that smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;To know know know her&lt;br /&gt;Is to love love love her&lt;br /&gt;And I do, and I do, and I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be good to her&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring joy to her&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says there'll come a day&lt;br /&gt;When I'll walk alongside of her&lt;br /&gt;To know know know her&lt;br /&gt;Is to love love love her&lt;br /&gt;And I do, I really do, and I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she see&lt;br /&gt;How blind can she be&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll see&lt;br /&gt;That she was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know know know hier&lt;br /&gt;Is to love love love her&lt;br /&gt;Just to see that smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;To know know know her&lt;br /&gt;Is to love love love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do, I really do, and I do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8771529523410532310?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8771529523410532310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8771529523410532310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8771529523410532310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8771529523410532310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-know-her-is-to-love-her.html' title='To Know Her Is To Love Her'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6352523692741769249</id><published>2008-11-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:02:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Fighter Plane</title><content type='html'>I may get angry and we may fight, but I do love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6352523692741769249?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6352523692741769249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6352523692741769249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6352523692741769249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6352523692741769249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/lil-fighter-plane.html' title='Lil&apos; Fighter Plane'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3590012160170856751</id><published>2008-11-02T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:05:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So now I know</title><content type='html'>Not being in a relationship means being weekend dates.&lt;br /&gt;Not being happy means hanging on to what's left of good memories.&lt;br /&gt;Not being together means just being beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know how much longer you can still be that lil fighter plane, then just quit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3590012160170856751?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3590012160170856751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3590012160170856751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3590012160170856751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3590012160170856751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-now-i-know.html' title='So now I know'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7205984573840216091</id><published>2008-10-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:46:16.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no need for words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPilALZGf6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Wn7Fr0E9elo/s1600-h/untitledcc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPilALZGf6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Wn7Fr0E9elo/s400/untitledcc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258133987431710626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don' get the wrong idea, it's a skateboard brand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7205984573840216091?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7205984573840216091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7205984573840216091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7205984573840216091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7205984573840216091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-no-need-for-words.html' title='There&apos;s no need for words'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPilALZGf6I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Wn7Fr0E9elo/s72-c/untitledcc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4004576539707909627</id><published>2008-10-12T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:06:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Mission Gun No. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDOoIaN-CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zUEFOO0FadA/s1600-h/P1040679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDOoIaN-CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zUEFOO0FadA/s400/P1040679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255927953988909090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days when I didn't need to care about the time and we could sit around all day and not worry if we really did anything important 'coz there was always a tomorrow. Now, there's only a next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4004576539707909627?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4004576539707909627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4004576539707909627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4004576539707909627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4004576539707909627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-mission-gun-no-3.html' title='Fire Mission Gun No. 3'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDOoIaN-CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zUEFOO0FadA/s72-c/P1040679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6910601537277564708</id><published>2008-10-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:58:30.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Poses Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDM-9fCU1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HN36XE5RnJo/s1600-h/journal_5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDM-9fCU1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HN36XE5RnJo/s400/journal_5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255926147170063186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this would describe us the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6910601537277564708?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6910601537277564708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6910601537277564708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6910601537277564708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6910601537277564708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-poses-places.html' title='Pictures Poses Places'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDM-9fCU1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HN36XE5RnJo/s72-c/journal_5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2631029828233706563</id><published>2008-10-11T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:43:03.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fart a day, keeps the girls away</title><content type='html'>You know why weekends are so crucial to me? It's 'coz it's the only time I get to spend in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I only have two days, and I spend these two days with you. Puttin' everything else aside to travel halfway around Singapore just for you. Funny how you'll always change the subject halfway when I'm talkin'. Funny how you never get the hints I drop. Funny how you waiting 5 mins is far worse than me waiting 45. Funny how things go, and funnier are how things go after those funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shit becomes enough when it starts to smell. Don't make it so bad that I have to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a wonderful time 'coz you just fucked my Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2631029828233706563?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2631029828233706563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2631029828233706563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2631029828233706563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2631029828233706563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/fart-day-keeps-girls-away.html' title='A fart a day, keeps the girls away'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-594278395000670056</id><published>2008-10-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:33:56.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ho Let's Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDHWh24ACI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TjR_h21QhaI/s1600-h/handwriting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDHWh24ACI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TjR_h21QhaI/s400/handwriting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919955000950818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-594278395000670056?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/594278395000670056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=594278395000670056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/594278395000670056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/594278395000670056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-ho-lets-go.html' title='Hey Ho Let&apos;s Go'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SPDHWh24ACI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TjR_h21QhaI/s72-c/handwriting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5496643917011134793</id><published>2008-09-28T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:14:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that</title><content type='html'>Haven't been on her very often.&lt;br /&gt;Blame arti for this ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Rachie,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that although I'm not around on weekdays and on weekends I'm quite tired, I still cherish the time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love you and I hope that we can stick it out through this shithole of a mess time in our relationship. We've been through quite a bit and we've come out stronger everytime. I'm proud of you, how independent you are. How your blog business is doing fine and how you set it up all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my lil' leopard, strong and fiesty. I love you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5496643917011134793?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5496643917011134793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5496643917011134793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5496643917011134793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5496643917011134793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1482621085129278331</id><published>2008-09-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:12:52.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my party and I can be a jackass if I want to</title><content type='html'>I think girls shouldn't buy handbags that match their shoes. I think they should buy handbags to match their boyfriends 'coz it's always the boyfriend who ends up carryin' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a gasmask from Rachel Siah RuiQi and I love it. DBL O last weekend was great. Kudos to those who turned up and two middle fingers for those who didn't. Thanks to those who messaged me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time today at Pasir Ris park. Had Ninja Turtle blueberry cheesecake, potato pie, salmon sausages, spicy chicken satay, jelly and fondue. I know you mustbe thinkin' who has fondue at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do bitch. It's my birthday and I can be a jackass if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the warhammer phase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week. " Our arrows, will block out the sun! Then we will fight in the shade!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1482621085129278331?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1482621085129278331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1482621085129278331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1482621085129278331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1482621085129278331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-my-party-and-i-can-be-jackass-if-i.html' title='It&apos;s my party and I can be a jackass if I want to'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1900545192722858320</id><published>2008-08-10T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:23:38.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handlebars</title><content type='html'>I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;hands in the air like it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a famous rapper&lt;br /&gt;even when the paths're all crookedy&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to do-si-do&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to scratch a record&lt;br /&gt;I can take apart the remote control&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost put it back together&lt;br /&gt;I can tie a knot in a cherry stem&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about Leif Ericson&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to "De Colores"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'm Proud to be an American"&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend saw a platypus&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend made a comic book&lt;br /&gt;And guess how long it took&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything that I want cause look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep rhythm with no metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just called to say that it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;In such a small world&lt;br /&gt;All curled up with a book to read&lt;br /&gt;I can raise funds open up a thrift store&lt;br /&gt;I can make a living off a magazine&lt;br /&gt;I can design an engine sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Miles to a gallon of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I can make new antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;I can make computers survive aquatic conditions&lt;br /&gt;I know how to run a business&lt;br /&gt;And I can make you wanna buy a product&lt;br /&gt;Movers shakers and producers&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends understand the future&lt;br /&gt;I see the strings that control the systems&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no assistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can change the nation with a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can split on atom of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Driving and I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive and on top&lt;br /&gt;My reach is global&lt;br /&gt;My tower secure&lt;br /&gt;My cause is noble&lt;br /&gt;My power is pure&lt;br /&gt;I can hand out a million vaccinations&lt;br /&gt;Or let'em all die in exasperation&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all grilled leavin lacerations&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all killed by assassination&lt;br /&gt;I can make anybody go to prison&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't like'em and&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no permission&lt;br /&gt;I have it all under my command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guide a missile by satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;I can hit a target through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can end the planet in a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handle bars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;no handlebars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1900545192722858320?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1900545192722858320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1900545192722858320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1900545192722858320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1900545192722858320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/08/handlebars.html' title='Handlebars'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-19128766818977703</id><published>2008-08-09T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:57:51.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devon, get the tables</title><content type='html'>Planning dates have never gone so horribly wrong till latly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my induction into prison, my knowledge of the latest tunes to hit the radios has reduced by a great amount. This saddens me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much happens during the weekends as then is when the anger and unjust feelings kept for a whole week are allowed to be unleashed on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-19128766818977703?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/19128766818977703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=19128766818977703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/19128766818977703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/19128766818977703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/08/devon-get-tables.html' title='Devon, get the tables'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3612847905553873068</id><published>2008-07-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:01:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>One, two, three, four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappy pathetic little me&lt;br /&gt;That was the boy I used to be&lt;br /&gt;You had me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id trade you places any day&lt;br /&gt;Id never thought you could be that way&lt;br /&gt;But you looked like me on sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you came in with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;On sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well... so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre trying my shoes on for a change&lt;br /&gt;They look so good but fit so strange&lt;br /&gt;Out of fashion, so I cant complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am, but who are you? &lt;br /&gt;Youre not looking like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Youre on the other side of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;So nothings looking quite as clear&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for turning on the lights&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, now youre the parasite&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think you had it in you&lt;br /&gt;And now youre looking like I used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh on sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Without a warning&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you want me badly&lt;br /&gt;Cannot have me&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3612847905553873068?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3612847905553873068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3612847905553873068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3612847905553873068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3612847905553873068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8110290868151190551</id><published>2008-06-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:14:06.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfwrStRZiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/82_71inpJow/s1600-h/ee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfwrStRZiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/82_71inpJow/s400/ee.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212899720251401762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we sing this song almost everytime we meet.&lt;br /&gt;Means a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8110290868151190551?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8110290868151190551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8110290868151190551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8110290868151190551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8110290868151190551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='I&apos;ll follow you into the dark'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfwrStRZiI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/82_71inpJow/s72-c/ee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8176319223071410774</id><published>2008-06-18T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:12:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:] means to punch me till my jaw drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfvq7pXnVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1Sxhapp-mk0/s1600-h/untitledw.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfvq7pXnVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1Sxhapp-mk0/s400/untitledw.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212898614549388626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that of an Ah Beng? I don't even have yellow skin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8176319223071410774?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8176319223071410774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8176319223071410774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8176319223071410774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8176319223071410774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/means-to-punc-me-till-my-jaw-drops.html' title=':] means to punch me till my jaw drops'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFfvq7pXnVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1Sxhapp-mk0/s72-c/untitledw.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3002578014344194467</id><published>2008-06-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:12:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Boy Sim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFaQxRArshI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vts-Fnqfgxk/s1600-h/1_661646869l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFaQxRArshI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vts-Fnqfgxk/s400/1_661646869l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512794782183954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fat buddy from BMT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3002578014344194467?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3002578014344194467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3002578014344194467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3002578014344194467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3002578014344194467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/fat-boy-sim.html' title='Fat Boy Sim'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SFaQxRArshI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vts-Fnqfgxk/s72-c/1_661646869l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5730477674325087361</id><published>2008-06-16T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:59:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRC- Must I Really Care?</title><content type='html'>'role as my fren sis den i went ur place to watch soccer.. den halfway i log in to irc n happened to chat wif u n had a rp wif u too.. den while i was rp n masting halfway u came out of the room n saw it but at 1st u dunno im the 1 u rp wif but later on u found out is mi.. wan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I found this kinda funny. One of the first quite original RPs I've heard of...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5730477674325087361?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5730477674325087361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5730477674325087361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5730477674325087361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5730477674325087361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/mirc-must-i-really-care.html' title='MIRC- Must I Really Care?'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7465479524459084687</id><published>2008-06-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:05:36.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Love</title><content type='html'>I've run out of complicated theories&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm taking back my words&lt;br /&gt;and I'm preparing for the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Your t-shirt's lost its smell of you&lt;br /&gt;and the bathroom's still a mess&lt;br /&gt;remind me why we decided this was for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the distance is a factor&lt;br /&gt;but I stretch as often as I can&lt;br /&gt;my goal's to reach your hands any day now&lt;br /&gt;please don't blame me for trying&lt;br /&gt;to fix this one last time&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;It's still me I've never changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here when you come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7465479524459084687?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7465479524459084687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7465479524459084687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7465479524459084687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7465479524459084687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-you-love.html' title='I Miss You Love'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5161701552040199437</id><published>2008-06-01T11:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:57:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want that, she want that, who want that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdgWf6eTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NwCLe7BHtZ0/s1600-h/963385829l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdgWf6eTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NwCLe7BHtZ0/s400/963385829l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756560826169650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run into a wall three times, you just look dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIddqXjudI/AAAAAAAAAio/AT6J7pC-3xY/s1600-h/705600888l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIddqXjudI/AAAAAAAAAio/AT6J7pC-3xY/s400/705600888l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756514620226002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Summon your eagle powers'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdXI8zDqI/AAAAAAAAAig/oXS0IqQrxTM/s1600-h/1_560831111l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdXI8zDqI/AAAAAAAAAig/oXS0IqQrxTM/s400/1_560831111l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756402570399394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a cocaine slut. I snort for a livin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdUIOubUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/W7IbK6af4yc/s1600-h/1_374363852l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdUIOubUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/W7IbK6af4yc/s400/1_374363852l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756350837550402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's longer than that babe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdMZymh7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MSg5_c9ttkc/s1600-h/1_245254790l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdMZymh7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MSg5_c9ttkc/s400/1_245254790l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756218112477106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's gonna hurt'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5161701552040199437?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5161701552040199437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5161701552040199437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5161701552040199437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5161701552040199437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-want-that-she-want-that-who-want.html' title='You want that, she want that, who want that?'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIdgWf6eTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NwCLe7BHtZ0/s72-c/963385829l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7861797149429786971</id><published>2008-06-01T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:44:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I wanna go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIa0HzMXsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/irg-vMKlGMk/s1600-h/n694530831_960924_7206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIa0HzMXsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/irg-vMKlGMk/s400/n694530831_960924_7206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753601943002818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i wish this was true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIav3lzy8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/NMCMTN-vdJo/s1600-h/n694530831_960907_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIav3lzy8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/NMCMTN-vdJo/s400/n694530831_960907_2453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753528872422338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc' we gotta go in deep, real deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7861797149429786971?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7861797149429786971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7861797149429786971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7861797149429786971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7861797149429786971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-i-wanna-go-home.html' title='Mommy I wanna go home'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEIa0HzMXsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/irg-vMKlGMk/s72-c/n694530831_960924_7206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5734147435050100817</id><published>2008-06-01T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T03:44:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be the money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGqPJf9p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ISf61IjlEHE/s1600-h/anim_10589ea1-6fd7-06d4-416c-78089b5693ad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGqPJf9p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ISf61IjlEHE/s400/anim_10589ea1-6fd7-06d4-416c-78089b5693ad.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206629821441746898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To te window,&lt;br /&gt;to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Till the sweat drips down my balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll skeet skeet skeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she says is 'SLUT!', and he's all over her with kisses and fondlin', but of course with much love as enthusiasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5734147435050100817?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5734147435050100817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5734147435050100817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5734147435050100817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5734147435050100817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/must-be-money.html' title='Must be the money'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGqPJf9p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ISf61IjlEHE/s72-c/anim_10589ea1-6fd7-06d4-416c-78089b5693ad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4324150143234229488</id><published>2008-06-01T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T03:42:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGprQa11SI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-tiJqUY8IdA/s1600-h/Yorkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGprQa11SI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-tiJqUY8IdA/s400/Yorkie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206629204824020258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage chocolate and chocolates from South Africa were the topic before the coppers came in the picture and we had to play tikam tikam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls will moan and spread their legs, for us for you and me ya!&lt;br /&gt;We are from Platoon 1, Cougar company&lt;br /&gt;Platoon 1&lt;br /&gt;Platoon 1&lt;br /&gt;We are from Cougar company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4324150143234229488?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4324150143234229488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4324150143234229488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4324150143234229488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4324150143234229488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-me-home.html' title='Take me home'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGprQa11SI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-tiJqUY8IdA/s72-c/Yorkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2631198425025396159</id><published>2008-06-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:35:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy kicked ass at SOC so he could book out early for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGaUmTXB1I/AAAAAAAAAho/9gbP93MhxdI/s1600-h/ssss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGaUmTXB1I/AAAAAAAAAho/9gbP93MhxdI/s400/ssss.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206612322886813522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... Tessensohn Lee Ames is in her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2631198425025396159?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2631198425025396159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2631198425025396159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2631198425025396159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2631198425025396159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-boy-kicked-ass-at-soc-so-he-could.html' title='My boy kicked ass at SOC so he could book out early for me'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/SEGaUmTXB1I/AAAAAAAAAho/9gbP93MhxdI/s72-c/ssss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7452529850606339236</id><published>2008-05-25T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:40:56.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes</title><content type='html'>There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;with the pieces from now my heart.&lt;br /&gt;There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;and now my teardrops start.&lt;br /&gt;And here I go,&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;through these lonely heartaches and pain.&lt;br /&gt;That's all remain.&lt;br /&gt;now I know,&lt;br /&gt;this could be the end,&lt;br /&gt;she goes,&lt;br /&gt;with the pieces from my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7452529850606339236?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7452529850606339236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7452529850606339236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7452529850606339236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7452529850606339236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-she-goes.html' title='There she goes'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2747288292024011976</id><published>2008-05-25T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:35:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Sorry, &lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by, and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like sorry, like sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by, and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I told you the right word&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, at the right time&lt;br /&gt;You'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by, and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;Oh, at the right time&lt;br /&gt;You'd be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2747288292024011976?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2747288292024011976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2747288292024011976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2747288292024011976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2747288292024011976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-856042657494285621</id><published>2008-03-12T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:24:55.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toodles to the toots</title><content type='html'>I'm goin' off to serve my two years in prison. What's my crime? For havin' a dick and bein' Singaporean. Why couldn't I be born in Germany liked planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone who isn't in Prison with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Siah Rui Qi is not to be bullied, bought, (if you're male you can't pet her either) or mistreated. If she is, I will ensure the thunder of the Armour division rains down on your house and all forms of communication will be cut of by Signals. Swift Guards will break doors down and headshots will be cermoniously carried out by the Commandos. Martial law will be passed and a curfew will be imposed till the culprit is caught and had his toes removed before boilin' him in lubricant and super coolin' his limbs till they drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, hope life goes on for most of you and carry on doin' the things that you guys do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people below, please take care, to the rest who I forgot, I'm sorry and do take care too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In no Particular order)&lt;br /&gt;Family members&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Singh Teck Kiat&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Ang&lt;br /&gt;Guang Zhe/Ryan/Gee Zee/Zemo&lt;br /&gt;Vee&lt;br /&gt;Jerald&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;Ryan 'the jew' Bartushock&lt;br /&gt;Shacin Shankar Singh&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh&lt;br /&gt;Ong Qi&lt;br /&gt;F to the A to the RHEEQ&lt;br /&gt;Reggie&lt;br /&gt;Random Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;br /&gt;Fellow OGLS from NYP&lt;br /&gt;Fellow ex-SBM club people&lt;br /&gt;Wei Cai&lt;br /&gt;Prakash&lt;br /&gt;Hanlin&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhong&lt;br /&gt;AK People&lt;br /&gt;Irish&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Terence&lt;br /&gt;Yan&lt;br /&gt;Esley&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;Bong&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Peh Yee Soo&lt;br /&gt;Theresa&lt;br /&gt;Kristy&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;Each and every last member of SAC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-856042657494285621?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/856042657494285621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=856042657494285621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/856042657494285621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/856042657494285621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/toodles-to-toots.html' title='Toodles to the toots'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4467831426722147959</id><published>2008-03-10T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:58:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk it off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S-kEYLcqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HsS_DZDggKo/s1600-h/Photo421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S-kEYLcqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HsS_DZDggKo/s400/Photo421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175971398615265954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S-Q0YLcpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8mpvk4TnzjY/s1600-h/Photo409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S-Q0YLcpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8mpvk4TnzjY/s400/Photo409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175971067902784146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S960YLcoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9sQP3LFaclY/s1600-h/Photo412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S960YLcoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9sQP3LFaclY/s400/Photo412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175970689945662082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4467831426722147959?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4467831426722147959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4467831426722147959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4467831426722147959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4467831426722147959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-it-off.html' title='Walk it off'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R9S-kEYLcqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HsS_DZDggKo/s72-c/Photo421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3953105528708265658</id><published>2008-03-10T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:45:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10'000BC</title><content type='html'>"You got nice eyes, Hi I'm lee."&lt;br /&gt;"Cheers to you!"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you up to this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;"preparing for the new year ;)"&lt;br /&gt;"Same here, you studying?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes...i'm from singapore poly. urself?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kinda done with nyp... I'm waiting for NS now...."&lt;br /&gt;"So how was the holidays for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. i hate schl in general. rawrr!"&lt;br /&gt;"School's good for you, it keeps your head in the books and out of trouble...... words, I'd never thought I'd sy myself"&lt;br /&gt;"hahah yea u've surprised me."&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime I type, it says error and its the 3rd time I'm typing this is damn irritating"&lt;br /&gt;"hahha! ure jinxed?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not jinxed, I just got a slow com, you know, you're not the typical kinda girl I'd do this flirt thing with......"&lt;br /&gt;"haha oh really? im obviously not very good with this flirt thing then..dun exactly know why i'm here anw..."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you're here 'coz you feel electirc pink in your cheeks? Mind If I add you on msn?"&lt;br /&gt;"haha it's actually a verse from a song thats stuck in my head. XXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com...add me if u want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and this is how it started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3953105528708265658?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3953105528708265658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3953105528708265658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3953105528708265658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3953105528708265658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/10000bc.html' title='10&apos;000BC'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4121782313283432163</id><published>2008-03-09T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:04:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Alright</title><content type='html'>I can't even think of words to describe it right now. Oh well, the best you could come up with was an '...Alright'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shows a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4121782313283432163?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4121782313283432163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4121782313283432163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4121782313283432163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4121782313283432163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright.html' title='...Alright'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5912753404275675122</id><published>2008-02-29T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:37:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how I feel</title><content type='html'>You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you were always crazy like that. I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you. You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care. Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather. Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee. You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, you loved Indie and you'd speak of your loved ones. As I clumsily strummed my guitar. You'd teach me of honest things. Things that were daring, things that were clean, things that knew what an honest dollar did mean. So I hid my soiled hands behind my back. Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you. Excuse me, 'coz I think I've mistaken you for somebody else. Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart. You're thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5912753404275675122?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5912753404275675122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5912753404275675122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5912753404275675122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5912753404275675122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-how-i-feel.html' title='Just how I feel'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4587684883167013158</id><published>2008-02-28T11:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:09:10.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Chewbacca and Mr Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YznM40WKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OLYNxn4r8FA/s1600-h/AK+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YznM40WKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OLYNxn4r8FA/s400/AK+(21).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877970649045154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8Yzgc40WJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3DGQ5xq1_T8/s1600-h/AK+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8Yzgc40WJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3DGQ5xq1_T8/s400/AK+(20).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877854684928146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YyNc40WII/AAAAAAAAAg4/q1lYXUyp7Es/s1600-h/AK+(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YyNc40WII/AAAAAAAAAg4/q1lYXUyp7Es/s400/AK+(34).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171876428755785858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YyDM40WHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/y4D4WK2YteU/s1600-h/Photo-0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YyDM40WHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/y4D4WK2YteU/s400/Photo-0388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171876252662126706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YxdM40WGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rUjE8xUFUFg/s1600-h/S1031849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YxdM40WGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rUjE8xUFUFg/s400/S1031849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171875599827097698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai (Indonesian Accent)!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4587684883167013158?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4587684883167013158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4587684883167013158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4587684883167013158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4587684883167013158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/adventures-of-chewbacca-and-mr-frog.html' title='The Adventures of Chewbacca and Mr Frog'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8YznM40WKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OLYNxn4r8FA/s72-c/AK+(21).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4239948357901304765</id><published>2008-02-26T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:29:00.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said she Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8N5XlVdAUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mOnM6jsnnmQ/s1600-h/yes+yesq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8N5XlVdAUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mOnM6jsnnmQ/s400/yes+yesq.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171110243217506626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8N5QFVdATI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bFwizojBkTc/s1600-h/yes11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8N5QFVdATI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bFwizojBkTc/s400/yes11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171110114368487730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4239948357901304765?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4239948357901304765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4239948357901304765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4239948357901304765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4239948357901304765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-said-she-said.html' title='He said she Said'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R8N5XlVdAUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mOnM6jsnnmQ/s72-c/yes+yesq.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4423121719413924094</id><published>2008-02-22T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:44:34.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I pulled her back and said, &lt;em&gt;'When you go, would you have the guts to say, I don't love you, liked I loved you yesterday&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, &lt;em&gt;'But all of my life, where have you been? I wondered if I'll ever see you again&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;em&gt;'I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Enough with the bullshit, &lt;em&gt;What goes around, and comes all the way back around&lt;/em&gt;.' was what she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You can take that blame on you, and you can put that blame on me&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I gotta shake it off, 'coz the lovin' ain't the same and you keep on playin' games&lt;/em&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned around. &lt;em&gt;'It's too late to apologise'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I wished I could be, every little thing you wanted.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4423121719413924094?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4423121719413924094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4423121719413924094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4423121719413924094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4423121719413924094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sory.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1628294508151861116</id><published>2008-02-22T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:10:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll sucker punch you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R72wXlVdASI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1rHCnucwjhI/s1600-h/Photo380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R72wXlVdASI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1rHCnucwjhI/s400/Photo380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169481866496770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1628294508151861116?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1628294508151861116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1628294508151861116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1628294508151861116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1628294508151861116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-sucker-punch-you.html' title='I&apos;ll sucker punch you'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R72wXlVdASI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1rHCnucwjhI/s72-c/Photo380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7887089643561310277</id><published>2008-02-19T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:25:56.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the past</title><content type='html'>I cut you open and you kept bleeding love. And it drained all of you. They found it hard to believe. You wore those scars for everyone to see and I blame myself everyday for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7887089643561310277?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7887089643561310277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7887089643561310277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7887089643561310277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7887089643561310277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/towards-past.html' title='Towards the past'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-414015784284098396</id><published>2008-02-17T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:00:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the world comin' to?</title><content type='html'>The tooth fairy told little kids to sell their body parts for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame her for prostitution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-414015784284098396?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/414015784284098396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=414015784284098396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/414015784284098396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/414015784284098396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-world-comin-to.html' title='What&apos;s the world comin&apos; to?'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8057170309804070484</id><published>2008-02-17T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:17:27.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me 'I told you so!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7fedlVdARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HhE5C9cEPNQ/s1600-h/boogie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7fedlVdARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HhE5C9cEPNQ/s320/boogie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167843697250599186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry, don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a earring drop into my pocket from lyin' down on my lap unless you planted it there to ensure another date? Naa I'm kiddin', but We have no idea. Thank goodness it fell there and not in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late late nights in the east and town got me thinkin', along with all those messages sent. How did it happen so fast and yet go so well? How do two people who can be classified as the dire opposite of each other attract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bitch-ier note, I read something somewhere and all I can say is it screams " BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you can put the blame on 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;not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8057170309804070484?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8057170309804070484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8057170309804070484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8057170309804070484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8057170309804070484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-tell-me-i-told-you-so.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me &apos;I told you so!&apos;'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7fedlVdARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/HhE5C9cEPNQ/s72-c/boogie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-9073153978277374141</id><published>2008-02-15T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:16:49.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7UuOFVdAQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CTldNVIL9jo/s1600-h/wk-rancid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7UuOFVdAQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CTldNVIL9jo/s320/wk-rancid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167086966962716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7Ut2VVdAPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/flkumCD-OJk/s1600-h/01AwcAX1OOM6EAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7Ut2VVdAPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/flkumCD-OJk/s320/01AwcAX1OOM6EAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167086558940823794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7UtmlVdAOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hLcFNkAkiSA/s1600-h/01AwcAX1XX7UYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7UtmlVdAOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hLcFNkAkiSA/s320/01AwcAX1XX7UYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167086288357884130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-9073153978277374141?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/9073153978277374141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=9073153978277374141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/9073153978277374141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/9073153978277374141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7UuOFVdAQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CTldNVIL9jo/s72-c/wk-rancid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1039878354456395628</id><published>2008-02-15T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:46:53.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm da fuckin' boss</title><content type='html'>Whoa, whatever you say boss! Is that a ring on your finger, cuz I'll kiss it. No ring, f*** it, I'll kiss your ringless hand anyways. Seriously, lemme kiss your hand. Ok ok ok, never mind, bad idea, no finger kissing. Whatever you say chief. Seriously, you are the don, the face of cosa nostra, the king of the streets, and the rest of us are merely cockroaches staying in your hotel. The criminal underground is nothing without you, that is, until one of us comes up with a good enough plot to take you out. Then it gets fun. I marry your wife, drink your liquor, run your business, and all is well. Until my underling decides to do the same to me. The circle of crime, so beautiful yet so fragile. What was I getting at? Oh yeah, you're the Mufasa of crime and we are but Elton John singing of your praises. For you, I recommend crimes like buying off senators, buying cities, buying boats of cocaine, running the Cuban government, being Russian, overthrowing governments, writing Facebook apps, joining together the 5 families, cutting off fingers, shooting joints, and other really really criminal sh**t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1039878354456395628?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1039878354456395628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1039878354456395628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1039878354456395628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1039878354456395628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-da-fuckin-boss.html' title='I&apos;m da fuckin&apos; boss'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8719392657505921798</id><published>2008-02-14T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:18:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7OzClVdANI/AAAAAAAAAfo/BpmycxBQKa4/s1600-h/letter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7OzClVdANI/AAAAAAAAAfo/BpmycxBQKa4/s320/letter.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166670054487294162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8719392657505921798?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8719392657505921798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8719392657505921798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8719392657505921798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8719392657505921798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7OzClVdANI/AAAAAAAAAfo/BpmycxBQKa4/s72-c/letter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4586481091222713559</id><published>2008-02-13T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:42:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap!</title><content type='html'>Killing Spree on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell has no fury like a woman scorned, unless it's an emo girl who sooner or later might take it out on herself but already started....  ???? Now did that last line make sense? No, 'coz I pulled it from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how to type if I slashed my wrists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet clothes stored in a house for 9 days and later opended in an airconditioned place will make it smell like Ginseng. Don't try this at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4586481091222713559?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4586481091222713559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4586481091222713559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4586481091222713559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4586481091222713559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-snap.html' title='Oh Snap!'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-3930708404821532371</id><published>2008-02-13T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:25:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Two Freddy's comin' for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7JgpFVdAMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kHpFDxO_qIo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7JgpFVdAMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kHpFDxO_qIo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166297981470441666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is made in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7JfcVVdAKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ddcCVgWDEYA/s1600-h/n644794992_640994_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7JfcVVdAKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ddcCVgWDEYA/s320/n644794992_640994_1786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166296662915481762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-3930708404821532371?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3930708404821532371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=3930708404821532371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3930708404821532371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/3930708404821532371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-two-freddys-comin-for-you.html' title='One Two Freddy&apos;s comin&apos; for you'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R7JgpFVdAMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kHpFDxO_qIo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7228639663579398735</id><published>2008-02-12T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:52:59.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends</title><content type='html'>what did miss?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;you know.. ur kinda pretty...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty ugly!&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;eh u goin for the chingay thingy....&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;nah toooo gay&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;zhong zhong got free tix for the after party...&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe i saw his nick&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm wen's it again?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;this sat. i think&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;wa lan mi wk sooo packed it feels like mi dec hols la&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;aahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;evdae got stg one&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;woa..... mr colin phareel&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;for real?&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;yes.. u got the bad boy actor thing goin on with the rock eyebrow thing on ur play's poster. haha&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;imgonna print it and paste ard the office&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i tink i added u in da facebk events oso rite&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;i nvr ger invite lehzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;huh serious&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;tt's odd i tot i sent out yest&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ok i go chk again&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;hhah this is fun man...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;thre guyd fightin over random girls and friends...&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i noe man&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;but unfort i dunno y i seem to be losing money along da way&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* Mr Cai... has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;mr cai yi yai yi yai&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;mr prak ye0e0e0e0e0e00e&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;yi yai is wat&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;singin ur name....&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;thank u ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;y u feed ur nicholas shit?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;and mr prak.. why u drink expried snapple?&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haahha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha for experiment man&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;he break board lose to superkids leh&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;i tell u ah.. i read ur two blogs.. i can laugh until my cock cum until cannot cum anymore..&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh we shd do a podcast together la&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;indeed!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha wahahhha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;thkz man&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;podcast is wat&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;but i tink ah cai one da best la&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i oso  cannot cum anymore&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;Cai PrakLee corporation...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;whoooot&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;CPL PTE LTD.... slogan.. THANK YOU AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;u all the cum so easliy used up one&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;corporal&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan SGT&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;oct&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan ord&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha sori i got small balls&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ord-o&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i wan LT&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;eh leee wen's ur ns ah?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;13thmar&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;can la&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;learn to tie knots&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;ieeyeerr.. y u wanna suck my vagina blood?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;tie knots.. dead knot can already. confirm cannot come out...ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;dunch one&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;u and cai sit down and make out.. then i will ask the girls to take turns to pee on you guys...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;then drip wax ur onr pubic hair..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;lee go chk got monster kill&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;i will video it down..&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;then ill get mandy to rape you two&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;if they do it naked i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind tt too&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER DIE&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes.. no clothes in the set.. only lingerie.. for wei cai...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;eh lychee boi met a girl from HP who lives near him&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;and they went out..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;lychee boi is who&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;lychee martini la&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;aahah&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;dunch tell me u duni?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;REALLI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;mr cai.. u stock broker until ur stock broke huh?&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;mr cai.. wat u doin on veri sian day?&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;veri sian dae&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;broke until wanna exam and going to broke le&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;when's your exam?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;this month end&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;woa...&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;wat u guys doin today?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;today fetch my mum to malaysia&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;kewl&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;not kewl&lt;br /&gt;My only love sprung from my only hate says:&lt;br /&gt;i gotta run off now.. see u guys on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;long time nv see each other&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha sat&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cai... says:&lt;br /&gt;sat?&lt;br /&gt;mi name is a brand itself!!! says:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7228639663579398735?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7228639663579398735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7228639663579398735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7228639663579398735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7228639663579398735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-friends.html' title='Old friends'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7996495323560875328</id><published>2008-02-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:53:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X marks the spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6lnJLhvPWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/46QkZcvNTQQ/s1600-h/P1040520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6lnJLhvPWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/46QkZcvNTQQ/s320/P1040520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163771855167765858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you,&lt;br /&gt;setting in a honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6lm9bhvPVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0WyjQe-az8E/s1600-h/P1040519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6lm9bhvPVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0WyjQe-az8E/s320/P1040519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163771653304302930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I woke up next to you,&lt;br /&gt;if I woke up next to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7996495323560875328?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7996495323560875328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7996495323560875328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7996495323560875328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7996495323560875328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/x-marks-spot.html' title='X marks the spot'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6lnJLhvPWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/46QkZcvNTQQ/s72-c/P1040520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-875608029195806164</id><published>2008-02-06T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:10:52.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6ldMrhvPUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qgZ42YnAwsA/s1600-h/Rach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6ldMrhvPUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qgZ42YnAwsA/s320/Rach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163760920181030210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and when this is over don't blow your composure baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-875608029195806164?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/875608029195806164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=875608029195806164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/875608029195806164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/875608029195806164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s up doc?'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6ldMrhvPUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qgZ42YnAwsA/s72-c/Rach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8473141332631399152</id><published>2008-02-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:33:40.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review for the weekend</title><content type='html'>I just love the pics with prak.&lt;br /&gt;When I say cum, you say shot!&lt;br /&gt;Cum&lt;br /&gt;SHOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4d7hvPTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kPkup8-2cIE/s1600-h/Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4d7hvPTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kPkup8-2cIE/s320/Ice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720534603545906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4RbhvPSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y1c7579q478/s1600-h/shwan+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4RbhvPSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y1c7579q478/s320/shwan+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720319855181090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4CrhvPRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sxcP7-3cXns/s1600-h/rick+me+je.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4CrhvPRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sxcP7-3cXns/s320/rick+me+je.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720066452110610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k33bhvPQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U6bj3yEYNFA/s1600-h/dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k33bhvPQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U6bj3yEYNFA/s320/dot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163719873178582274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k3sbhvPPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PIYtPuk_tjE/s1600-h/cum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k3sbhvPPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PIYtPuk_tjE/s320/cum2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163719684200021234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k3i7hvPOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NHaZZ4VGvd8/s1600-h/cum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k3i7hvPOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NHaZZ4VGvd8/s320/cum1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163719520991263970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k29LhvPNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qNgBTWkO4j4/s1600-h/const.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k29LhvPNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qNgBTWkO4j4/s320/const.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163718872451202258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k2u7hvPMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6Wf6UWMuvRk/s1600-h/cai+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k2u7hvPMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6Wf6UWMuvRk/s320/cai+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163718627638066370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8473141332631399152?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8473141332631399152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8473141332631399152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8473141332631399152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8473141332631399152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Review for the weekend'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R6k4d7hvPTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kPkup8-2cIE/s72-c/Ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8822634764869550691</id><published>2008-02-06T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:43:04.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungen new year</title><content type='html'>Finally the words shut up were sub-understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8822634764869550691?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8822634764869550691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8822634764869550691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8822634764869550691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8822634764869550691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/mungen-new-year.html' title='Mungen new year'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8509820053232328624</id><published>2008-02-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:43:41.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't send love, it might have an STD</title><content type='html'>Music to my ears, I guess being too tired means still being able to click and read. I always wondered if you really do look at what you type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always intrigues me to see how you can bring yourself to an all time low everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I go to hell, along with guys like me. I guess, you really do have to go back to your real job at Geylang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8509820053232328624?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8509820053232328624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8509820053232328624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8509820053232328624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8509820053232328624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-dont-send-love-it-might-have-std.html' title='Please don&apos;t send love, it might have an STD'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1391928372609203629</id><published>2008-02-05T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:13:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'sup homie</title><content type='html'>I wasn't into you in the begninng so I couldn't be over you. Please don't get blown off your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1391928372609203629?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1391928372609203629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1391928372609203629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1391928372609203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1391928372609203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/sup-homie.html' title='&apos;sup homie'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6789363808476556701</id><published>2008-02-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:10:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap sluts for $150 a pop</title><content type='html'>If it was still about me, I'd confess to your mom you were a cheap whore then shoot myself between the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a hold of yourself, you're makin' yourself look real stupid. Just a suggestion, something that you will find very hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6789363808476556701?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6789363808476556701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6789363808476556701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6789363808476556701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6789363808476556701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheap-sluts-for-150-pop.html' title='Cheap sluts for $150 a pop'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7351193814227696021</id><published>2008-02-04T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:38:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh come on</title><content type='html'>Oh please get a fuckin' hold on yourself. It's like every fuckin' day it's the same damn shit 'bout no security, no firm answer. Even a fuckin 4 year old retard will tell you it was never working out. You expect too much, you pump in too much. Then you overeact too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a fuckin' break, noone cares about you 'coz it's fuckin obvious it's your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7351193814227696021?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7351193814227696021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7351193814227696021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7351193814227696021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7351193814227696021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-come-on.html' title='Oh come on'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8830804002096853250</id><published>2008-02-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:23:14.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers</title><content type='html'>I swear that you dont have to go&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow, to wash over Georgia and kill the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and spend every moment I have with you &lt;br /&gt;stay up all night with the stars &lt;br /&gt;confess all the faith that I had in you &lt;br /&gt;I had in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, im sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know im dying, with my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;in shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and if I died right now, you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with a month of apart, together would find us an opening&lt;br /&gt;and moonlight would provide the spark&lt;br /&gt;and that i would stumble across the key, or break down the door to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever could see us not you and me &lt;br /&gt;and you'd help me out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;and id give my heart as an offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, im sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know im dying, with my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;in shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and if I died right now, you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will always remember you as you are right now to me&lt;br /&gt;and I will always remember you now &lt;br /&gt;remember you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;with no one here just by your side&lt;br /&gt;sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;how does he feel how does he kiss&lt;br /&gt;how does he taste while hes on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;i want to&lt;br /&gt;But i cant forget you &lt;br /&gt;so when this is over dont blow your composure baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;I want to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8830804002096853250?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8830804002096853250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8830804002096853250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8830804002096853250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8830804002096853250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-cheers.html' title='Three Cheers'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1057686954910535722</id><published>2008-02-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:46:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nusery Rhymes gone bad</title><content type='html'>You're a little Jew prick,&lt;br /&gt;short and weak.&lt;br /&gt;Here is your pussy,&lt;br /&gt;but where is your dick?&lt;br /&gt;When I finger your thwat, you will shout,&lt;br /&gt;"Just bend me over and eat me out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1057686954910535722?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1057686954910535722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1057686954910535722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1057686954910535722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1057686954910535722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/nusery-rhymes-gone-bad.html' title='Nusery Rhymes gone bad'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8927050919690151397</id><published>2008-02-01T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:51:36.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The department of Homeland Security</title><content type='html'>As per 10:44am on the 1st of feb 2008 I have received infomation that there are no previews this week, please do not ask for my sources as the department of Homeland Security does not allow me to issue any names or locations that might jeopardize the safety of my department or members of my Department. Please be informed that this is an official statement that I, the representative of Homeland Security, am issuing out to the press. Please do not be mistaken that this is a press conference as I will not be entertaining any questions or feedback. If you do have any questions or feedback, you may kindly address it by calling out 24 hour toll free hotline at 1800-homeland. That is 1800-4663-5263. Thank you and have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8927050919690151397?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8927050919690151397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8927050919690151397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8927050919690151397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8927050919690151397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/02/department-of-homeland-security.html' title='The department of Homeland Security'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8750765976478872263</id><published>2008-01-31T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:00:33.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D64bt_ZzU4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8750765976478872263?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8750765976478872263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8750765976478872263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8750765976478872263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8750765976478872263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/it.html' title='IT'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6282424748953158687</id><published>2008-01-28T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:13:06.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended network</title><content type='html'>They didn't agree on much. In fact, they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday, but in spite their differences. They had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6282424748953158687?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6282424748953158687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6282424748953158687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6282424748953158687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6282424748953158687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/extended-network.html' title='Extended network'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-629097750195441277</id><published>2008-01-28T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:36:59.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>"Say you'll never ever.. Say you'll never let me go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-629097750195441277?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/629097750195441277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=629097750195441277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/629097750195441277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/629097750195441277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-kiss-me.html' title='So Kiss Me'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2051738758578976037</id><published>2008-01-25T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:25:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R5lWeVs8GTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/GjHSAtIjxlY/s1600-h/owning.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R5lWeVs8GTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/GjHSAtIjxlY/s320/owning.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159249927351310642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my end of the bargain! ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2051738758578976037?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2051738758578976037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2051738758578976037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2051738758578976037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2051738758578976037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook.'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1PY9AlijYE/R5lWeVs8GTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/GjHSAtIjxlY/s72-c/owning.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-1962255572043331250</id><published>2008-01-22T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:31:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little thing</title><content type='html'>Let me in&lt;br /&gt;to see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;to get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;but I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift me up&lt;br /&gt;just lift me up don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;and let me hold you up before you hit the Ground&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;you say your all right&lt;br /&gt;but I get the strangest feeling&lt;br /&gt;that you've gone away- you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;and will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;don't give me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;or soon nothing will be right at all&lt;br /&gt;salvation&lt;br /&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-1962255572043331250?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1962255572043331250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=1962255572043331250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1962255572043331250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/1962255572043331250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-little-thing.html' title='Every little thing'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2549450018400226393</id><published>2008-01-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:04:06.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still</title><content type='html'>In my last years with him there were bruises&lt;br /&gt;On my face&lt;br /&gt;In my dawn and new day&lt;br /&gt;I finally got away&lt;br /&gt;But my head's all messed up and he knows&lt;br /&gt;Just what to say&lt;br /&gt;No more dawn and new days&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin back to stay&lt;br /&gt;Why say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;When it only makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;Light up like a candle burnin when he call me up&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;Melt down like a candle burnin everytime we touch&lt;br /&gt;Oh say what you will&lt;br /&gt;He does me wrong and I should be gone&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;Be lovin you baby and it's much too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2549450018400226393?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2549450018400226393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2549450018400226393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2549450018400226393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2549450018400226393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still.html' title='I still'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6228274159809069824</id><published>2008-01-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:45:16.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common</title><content type='html'>It’s this thing now, that’s drivin’ me wild&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see what’s up before it gets me down&lt;br /&gt;No it’s not a mystery, it’s everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show&lt;br /&gt;Be on the treadmill, uh, like “Ok, go”&lt;br /&gt;Had a body, A body that you can’t pay …&lt;br /&gt;That mean she had some Bs on her but they wasn’t fake though&lt;br /&gt;Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo&lt;br /&gt;She spent pesos on those Lebeaus&lt;br /&gt;Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole&lt;br /&gt;She was so obsessed with her body and clothes&lt;br /&gt;To every party she goes, trying hard to be chose&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s hard for a pimp but extra hard for these (hoes)&lt;br /&gt;Reading Us and People Mag, tryna get the scoop&lt;br /&gt;Chasing a actor for a Bentley Coupe&lt;br /&gt;She been through the ball player from the Clippers, then came the pumps&lt;br /&gt;All thinking she number one where she was just a jump-off&lt;br /&gt;Doing all she can for a man and a baby&lt;br /&gt;Driving herself crazy like the astronaut lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6228274159809069824?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6228274159809069824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6228274159809069824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6228274159809069824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6228274159809069824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/common.html' title='Common'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-6424944875096268080</id><published>2008-01-15T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:06:10.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way it is</title><content type='html'>I was cryin' when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' just to get you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do down to, down to, down to, down to&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-6424944875096268080?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6424944875096268080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=6424944875096268080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6424944875096268080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/6424944875096268080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-it-is.html' title='The way it is'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-8644357644380090955</id><published>2008-01-13T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:23:35.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my confession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May I be your possession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl I need your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love, kisses and such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ith all my might I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play it off but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dreaming of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll keep my cool, but I'm fiendin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My world crumbles when you are not there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-8644357644380090955?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8644357644380090955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=8644357644380090955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8644357644380090955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/8644357644380090955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-tried.html' title='I tried'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-5475838299111540695</id><published>2008-01-10T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:28:23.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 simple rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I charge, follow me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I retreat, kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I die, avenge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-5475838299111540695?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5475838299111540695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=5475838299111540695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5475838299111540695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/5475838299111540695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-simple-rules.html' title='3 simple rules'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-4999858671186407616</id><published>2008-01-08T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:56:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Coz I'm here</title><content type='html'>When I see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face.&lt;br /&gt;I can't replace.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out,&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me,&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one.&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall. (let you fall.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all. (through it all.)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay-e-ay-e-ay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing,&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing,&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us.&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter,&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall. (let you fall.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all. (through it all.)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my,&lt;br /&gt;you're my, my-e-y-e-y,&lt;br /&gt;My true love,&lt;br /&gt;my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm here... for you!&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay... here! Whoa-oh! Stay! Whoa-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will!&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill!&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray!&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall!&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven!&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall!&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-4999858671186407616?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4999858671186407616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=4999858671186407616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4999858671186407616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/4999858671186407616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/coz-im-here.html' title='&apos;Coz I&apos;m here'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-7427571101308937799</id><published>2008-01-06T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:50:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on goin'</title><content type='html'>You're no different from the one you despise right now, 'coz you're doing the same thing that she is. If you really wanna go on, the I'll have nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-7427571101308937799?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7427571101308937799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=7427571101308937799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7427571101308937799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/7427571101308937799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-on-goin.html' title='Keep on goin&apos;'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192119.post-2932213427031027143</id><published>2008-01-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:37:28.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no fight</title><content type='html'>I ain't gonna fight with you.... but why can't you ever go for a clean breakup?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13192119-2932213427031027143?l=tlatomoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/feeds/2932213427031027143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13192119&amp;postID=2932213427031027143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2932213427031027143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13192119/posts/default/2932213427031027143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlatomoko.blogspot.com/2008/01/aint-no-fight.html' title='Ain&apos;t no fight'/><author><name>Chupac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887878115372747836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b273/tlatomoko/X000-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
