<?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-8983065967841927600</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:29:52.278+08:00</updated><category term='Braindead'/><category term='shit... deadpool'/><category term='U are the one sucks...'/><category term='You are a Dipshit'/><category term='green day'/><category term='death'/><category term='Death Penalty'/><category term='en bloc sucks'/><category term='radio show'/><category term='LP'/><category term='GJOAB'/><category term='ugly singaporeans'/><category term='carousel'/><category term='www.godsrejectedplayground.110mb.com'/><category term='I need more cookies cause I think my brain is coming back to life'/><category term='I don&apos;t understand and I want it to stay that way'/><category term='No poems'/><category term='girls'/><category term='pussy boys'/><category term='stupid kids'/><category term='Dumb-asses'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='i ate my book of poems...'/><category term='gombak  utd suck ass...'/><category term='Police'/><category term='Facebook blows'/><category term='deaths'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout..'/><category term='parkway'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='fuck emo kids'/><category term='Ms universe'/><category term='Earth day'/><category term='Ninja Gaiden 2'/><category term='port gibson'/><category term='I am Legend'/><category term='humour'/><category term='yishun'/><category term='Ccleaner'/><category term='Defrag your PC'/><category term='Revo Uninstaller'/><category term='Who the fuck is David cook well he sucks too'/><category term='kick ass space alien'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='bastards'/><category term='NDP'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='I love talking bout cookies'/><category term='Ms Venezuela'/><category term='Singapore is broadcasting shit around asia'/><category term='love'/><category term='violent'/><category term='Limited Edition shit'/><category term='why do i even bother working'/><category term='mississipi'/><category term='premonition'/><category term='Mediacorp sucks'/><category term='Genshin'/><category term='I shat in your coffee...'/><category term='dumbass banner'/><category term='great government of ours'/><category term='cookies drowning'/><category term='Andrea Fonseka'/><category term='dumb singaporeans'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='data research analzyser'/><category term='josh the cheerleader'/><category term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category term='in denial'/><category term='Stupid Singaporeans'/><category term='Tao Li'/><category term='I hate everything And if you disagree with my blog I will hunt you down and rape you with my steel pipe'/><category term='no really fuck them all'/><category term='EPL sucks'/><category term='gay people'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='entertain me by jumping off a building'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='love story part3'/><category term='maintaining a PC'/><category term='life blows'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='rouge sucks'/><category term='Bitch... 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Don&apos;t bother reading...'/><category term='All those social network websites are for losers'/><category term='Chicken shit...'/><category term='FHM'/><category term='Murder'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='fuck labels.. BrainDeadGenius'/><category term='xbox 360'/><category term='stupid friends'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='S-league sucks'/><category term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout'/><category term='lotsa crap'/><category term='your local neighbourhood dipshits'/><category term='Cookies and coffee'/><category term='Dumbass kids'/><category term='cash and no vacation this time'/><category term='comics'/><category term='thrashing'/><category term='bitches and very smart cabbies..'/><category term='stop reading'/><category term='Price hike'/><category term='$250'/><category term='fashion shows sucks'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='trannies'/><category term='deathstroke'/><category term='off days'/><category term='showdown sucks'/><category term='Man U sucks'/><category term='star wars'/><category term='Bitch'/><category term='bank'/><category term='chicken shit'/><category term='One of the best comedians'/><category term='Volf'/><category term='cookies dipping into coffee'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='maxim'/><category term='and nope.. no  vacation time...'/><category term='fucking idiots'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='whatever the fuck you think it&apos;ll be about..'/><category term='poems and yeah more vacation...'/><category term='Zero wing'/><category term='Mp3'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Dumbs bitches and cameras'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Shut up'/><category term='George Carlin'/><category term='Dicks and pussies'/><category term='dumbass bitches'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='dumbasses'/><category term='fuck mediacorp'/><category term='con man'/><category term='Dumbass friends'/><category term='all your base are belong to us'/><category term='dickheads'/><category term='herpes'/><category term='Petition'/><category term='Jade The Tranny Seah'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='fuck lucas chow'/><category term='you suck'/><category term='DWUW'/><category term='KMplayer'/><category term='IPod'/><category term='Holy shit'/><category term='breaking stuff'/><category term='handicapped uncle'/><category term='religion'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='$750'/><category term='love story'/><title type='text'>BrainDeadGenius's Blog(If only all this were lies)</title><subtitle type='html'>Little black blog..
Fill with no secrets..
But I know it's tempting..
Like alcohol and cigarettes..
You know it's bad for you..
But still you read..
Yes.. Read those posts..
Read it quick..
Read all lines..
Read all the columns..
But you find nothing..
Not even a rumour..
But you'll find something..
Something called the truth..
The cold hard ones..
Not your stupid "juice"..
You will leave my page..
&amp; when you do..
You'll realize one thing..
The truth's bout YOU....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-9146743563258432003</id><published>2009-04-05T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:16:49.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck mediacorp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck lucas chow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>I'm still wondering what else could S stand for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No seriously. Just a few minutes ago on T.V I saw an ad for an upcoming show(it'll be debuting on Singapore T.V say in about 10 minutes time) called S Factor. First of all it's a Singaporean production so definitely you know it's gonna suck ass. But that isn't really the issue here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like those damn creatures are seriously in great denial. Given the question, "What exactly is S factor?" This was a few of the answers(Well.. That's what it shows on the ad anyway). Sophisticated, sociable, sexy and all that bullshit. Come the fuck on.. We all know what "S" stands for. And it's slutty.. That's it. Nothing more. Something less maybe but definitely nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls(And I'm using this word very loosely here)" jumping around in their bikinis and getting ratings from guys. "Girls" throwing pie at each other(this I can never get.. Why waste good pie?) and probably a game of "who can seduce the white dick in record time?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already pissed that Singapore wants to start making English dramas on Channel 5 again. Now they have to come up with something as original as a "sexy" reality T.V show.. What's next? The Singapore version of "My dad is better than your dad"? Just give up already. You people are hopeless. I rather watch the re-runs of Friends than to allow all this local shows to rape my eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-9146743563258432003?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/9146743563258432003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=9146743563258432003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/9146743563258432003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/9146743563258432003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-wondering-what-else-could-s.html' title='I&apos;m still wondering what else could S stand for?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6639337560805040688</id><published>2009-01-28T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:48:22.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really bad emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why do i even bother working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid superiors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Singaporeans'/><title type='text'>This is proof that I'm working with idiots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all, let me warn you.. If bad grammar is your krytonite, stop reading here.. I'm serious.. The shit I'm about to show you is bad(bad as in like Singapore sitcom, bad).. And what's worse is that this shit was sent to me by my superiors(yes, I have Superiors too) at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. I'm not saying I don't make typos, but if you're gonna be sending out warnings or reminders it's best to make less mistakes so it won't end up being a fucking joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than 6 emails altogether. But I'm only showing 2 for now(why? Cause I can). Sadly.. None of this shit is edited(except the names) since it's copied and paste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is to remind you guys of our procedure for late comers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Follow this procedure. whoever came in late even for a few minutes. Pls email to your dept Manager( Mr. ______) to seek her approval for time off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is to avoid from salary deduction. Should remember that the reason given to our Manager must come together with prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1st step) Whoever came in late must report to your Executive, Supervisor or direct to him. But advisable come to us(Exec and Sup) first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                     so that we knows whats going on with you guys and what to answer to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2nd step) Email to your Dept Manager(as below example) cc to Ms____( so that no salary deduction ), Mr ____ &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3rd) make sure your email has been approve by him with immediate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PLS ENSURE YOU FOLLOW THIS PROCEDURE AND PLS DISSEMINATE TO OTHERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I know.. On to the second email. Don't worry it's short. But equally(if not worse) as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We have not recieved and sended e-mail, we are working to resolve this issue now But I do not tell you when it will be resolved, Anyway let you know when it will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our internal mail which is Notes mail has no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorry for any inconvenience caused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Best Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck.. This proofs that even if you do have dogshit for a brain, you could still get a degree(or Diploma) in Singapore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6639337560805040688?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6639337560805040688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6639337560805040688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6639337560805040688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6639337560805040688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-proof-that-im-working-with.html' title='This is proof that I&apos;m working with idiots.'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7900306768296505525</id><published>2008-10-28T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:08:23.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck emo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no really fuck them all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>I forgot I had a blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay.. The only reason for this goddamn update is because I'm plagued with stupid questions like... "Why isn't your blog updated?" "Why isn't your  webcomic site updated?" You wanna know why? BECAUSE. I. HAVE. A. JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you jackasses had one too.. You probably wouldn't be bothered to browse through this page and God's rejected playground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.. I don't mind people reading my shit.. But stop asking me to update when I said all that I needed to say.. If I have something else to rant bout.. You'll see a freaking update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. A few days ago when I was on the train, I saw three "Emo(God, I hate this word)" kids in the same cabin as me.. Don't get me wrong.. They weren't doing shit.. They were just acting "emo"(honestly.. I have no idea what do Emo brats do.... Oh wait.. I do know what they do... Not a damn thing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. All this emo shit is fine by me(it's shit.. But I don't really give a fuck bout them) till I saw this kid(and his maid) beside them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a kid in a wheelchair which looked like he suffered from that brittled bones illness(I don't know what the fuck it's called and I don't wanna know).. Then I turned back and looked at those Emo kids and realized.. What the fuck are they so Emo bout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their little cellphones, Ipods and whatever accessories most of this materialistic dickheads usually carry around.. So tell me... What the fuck are they so Emo bout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said you should be home by 9pm cause the last time you came home late you got lost and nearly got raped by a Hobo? Or Mum said to wash your own bedsheets since you pissed in your bed again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your parent's cash all the time.. You act like a dick towards your "normal" friends(I'm just assuming that there are normal people who actually hang with Emo losers).. You don't work.. You listen to Simple Plan(for this reason alone you should be hit in the face..... by a steel bat).. And still you think the world is against you? What the fuck? How the fuck did you conclude to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. I wanna kick those dumbasses in the balls but.. Yeah right... Emo losers have those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7900306768296505525?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7900306768296505525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7900306768296505525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7900306768296505525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7900306768296505525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-forgot-i-had-blog.html' title='I forgot I had a blog...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7181179454541830438</id><published>2008-09-03T21:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:44:01.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.godsrejectedplayground.110mb.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singtel grid girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>Oh no.. I'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday when I switch on my TV, I see rubbish.. Calefare, Sayang Sayang and now.. Singtel Grid Girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to mind when I saw the highlights were.... Where are the girls? You couldn't possibly be talking bout those ugly creatures? In all seriousness.. I would at least give a brief description of them but all I remember was me punching myself in the face, hoping I'll blackout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you people show rubbish like this? You rather telecast a show that condescends women(don't get me wrong.. I'm no feminist.. But at least I don't pretend to be one so I get to screw some chick) than Family Guy? Jeebus.. I rather watch the reruns of Dharma and Greg than to put my eyes through a torture chamber such as Singtel Grid Girls.. And here's an advice for you too.. If you treasure your eyesight(and your braincells) please.. Avoid that piece of shit show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way.. Check out my new comic site.. It's not exactly ready yet.. But fuck it.. I need the traffic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20www.godsrejectedplayground.110mb.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://godsrejectedplayground.110mb.com"&gt;www.godsrejectedplayground.110mb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7181179454541830438?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7181179454541830438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7181179454541830438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7181179454541830438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7181179454541830438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-no-im-back.html' title='Oh no.. I&apos;m back..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6900179261588556423</id><published>2008-08-14T20:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:01:30.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Penalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao Li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming team'/><title type='text'>Damn.. We lost....... Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As most you heard it.. Our swimming team didn't manage to win any medals(again) this Olympics.. In all seriousness.. I don't care.. I haven't caught any of the games, and I probably never will.. But this is what pisses me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lost.. Simple as that.. Stop saying shit like... "Oh.. Even if you(one swimmer in particular, Tao Li) didn't win. We're still so proud of you.. You did us proud.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.. She lost.. That's that.. Who cares she made it into the finals? Who cares she broke some Asian record? She lost.. 5th placing? Know what that means? You're incompetent(and don't give me shit like.. "If you're so good.. Why not you go?" Look dipshit.. I know I'm not Olympic material.. That's why I have a real job).. Face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. If you keep treating your freaking athletics like babies.. They are gonna end up like babies.. You failed? Don't worry.. There's always the next Olympics.. And a next one.. And another and another..  You are paid to go there to win.. Not to shit, come back and get some motherfucking hero's return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. If I was in charge.. Know what I would do? If any of you dumbasses fail to bring home a medal.. Know what is the punishment? Death penalty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. I honestly don't want Singapore to win a medal... Ever.. Know why? Cause I'm pretty much sure.. If they actually won something.. You'll never hear the end of it.. Just like how when Man U won the European Championship.. Oh wait.. How silly of me.. I keep forgetting.. Manchester is part of England.. Not Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. Singaporeans... It's either you hate them or you join them.. But remember.. Heaven doesn't allow stupid people through the Pearly Gates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6900179261588556423?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6900179261588556423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6900179261588556423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6900179261588556423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6900179261588556423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-we-lost-again.html' title='Damn.. We lost....... Again!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-1794156280353771431</id><published>2008-07-17T15:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:39:42.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Venezuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore is broadcasting shit around asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms universe'/><title type='text'>Nobody wants to see Jackasses celebrating on their TV..... No seriously.. They don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I catch the news on TV there's always a story that will leave me wondering, "why me? Why can't I be born a retard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. As some of you might know.. Singapore is broadcasting their National Day Parade(NDP) live to all of Asia.. That's like real interesting TV.. I'm sure if countries couldn't find a reason to declare war on us.. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even me as a Singaporean, I rather watch Miss Universe than to caught watching the NDP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking bout Ms Universe.. Miss Venezuela won.. But that's not a problem for me... It's just that.. Why is Singapore still competing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.. You guys wanna win that competition so badly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's real simple.. Hire beauties from another country.. Malaysia, China, India or whatever.. If you idiots can do it for the Singapore Olympic team.. So why not for Beauty Pageants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. Back to the main subject.. Who the hell wanna watch a bunch of idiots celebrating? I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine conversations around Asia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Philippines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 1: Hey.. The fuel prices are killing me.. I can't afford even to pay my electrical bills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino 2: What?! You better pay it! You don't wanna miss Singapore's NDP! It's being shown live all around Asia! It's like Live Earth! Only lamer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino 1: Holy shit! I wouldn't miss it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China on the 8th of August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 1: Hey! Did you hear? Tomorrow Singapore is gonna show their National day Parade live around Asia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 2: Wait you're serious? Then we should cancel the Olympics for one day! We don't wanna steal their Limelight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Indonesia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy in Indonesia(I ain't saying he's Indonesian.. I'm just saying he's in the country): Hey man.. I heard a country called Singapore is celebrating their National Day or whatever.. Hey wait... Dude.. Didn't you escape from Singapore? Something like breaking outta the toilet or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man who broke out of the toilet: Oh yeah.. I did.. Wait they're celebrating? Aren't they suppose to be looking for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. Why are you giving me more reasons to hate my country(By the way, I don't hate the land.. Just the morons)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: To you goddamn "Winners"...&lt;br /&gt;The last conversation in my post.. I'm not implying that "the someone" is really(as in reality) in Indonesia..  I'm just pulling shit outta the rumour mill.. And plus.. It's a fucking joke.. Lighten up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-1794156280353771431?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/1794156280353771431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=1794156280353771431&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1794156280353771431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1794156280353771431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/07/nobody-wants-to-see-jackasses.html' title='Nobody wants to see Jackasses celebrating on their TV..... No seriously.. They don&apos;t...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3171513632277654901</id><published>2008-07-15T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:58:49.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace blows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendster blows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook blows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All those social network websites are for losers'/><title type='text'>Hey! Add me on.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.. I know there are many times I mentioned that I hate all those goddamn social network websites.. I know I've rejected to add some of you goddamn losers on Friendster too(All of you are losers... All of you)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so because of you dipshits.. I got a goddamn reason to update this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think back bout all this shit.. Why the fuck would anyone wanna create any of this goddamn accounts(myspace, friendster, facebook etc) in the first place? During 2002 when "Friendster" was the in thing.. Every dipshit I met, ask me the same dumb question.. Got "Friendster" account or not? Well.. Now it's "Facebook".. No I don't have a Facebook account.. And I'll never create one.. Period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's for losers.. Here are the 3 reasons I get when I ask why did they bother to create that Piece of shit in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hehe! Simple la! Make new freinz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Pissed off all your old friends? Or need new dumbasses that will listen to your mindless gibberish which you idiots spew from your fucking mouth.. Please.. Do the world a favour and smash your head through a wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I lost contact with someone.. And I need to find him/her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.. But first, tell me why did you lose contact? Lost the person's number? But then again, that person didn't contact you to find out why he/she hasn't heard from you in awhile(you must be a dipshit if you don't get what I mean).. Or perhaps he/she changed numbers and forgot to update you(Now I wonder why they forgot).. Come on.. They hate you.. Simple as that.. Bet if I knew you.. I'll hate you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm looking for my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really.. Ever thought of searching outside the "internet realm"? I don't know.. As in the real world? Go to a Supermarket(No seriously..), bookstores, coffeehouses or wherever you idiots hang out.. And if you still can't get one.. There's always suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother with rubbish like Friendster, Facebook and Myspace? I don't get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I have a Friendster Account.. And there's a good reason why I ain't deleting it off.. To remind myself.. I'm human.. And I make mistakes too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3171513632277654901?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3171513632277654901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3171513632277654901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3171513632277654901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3171513632277654901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-add-me-on.html' title='Hey! Add me on.......'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4328543137479418664</id><published>2008-07-07T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:56:52.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need more cookies cause I think my brain is coming back to life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch... She&apos;s a stupid Bitch...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>This creatures should be shot for impersonating humans(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann.. Earlier I was speaking with a colleague bout how much the IPod suck ass.. Of course.. The bitch couldn't understand that the reason why its so damn popular is because dipshits like herself thinks its "sexy"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.. The IPod? A good MP3? Sure.. It's cool(cause everyone has one).. It's unique(but then again.. Everyone has one).. So thus my opinion on why its  just a fashion statement.. But of course.. The bitch could not understand, that its my opinion.. It's just an opinion.. You can't dispute a fucking opinion because opinions are not inherently true or false..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course.. That's like too hard to understand.. Wanna know else is hard to understand? Her theory on why the IPod is so popular.. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning the following skit can cause major damage to your brain, and may cause you to end up permanently stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah.. I wouldn't get an IPhone.. I mean.. I don't even have a fucking IPod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bitch(SB): What? You don't have an IPod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Nope.. Never.. Waste of cash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:No what!! IPod good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not good.. It's just popular.. Everyone knows that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB: It's popular cause it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:It's popular cause people like you buy it for the sake of a fucking trend..  But then.. It's just an opnion.. If you think its good.. Then whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the shit begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:Whats your favourite softdrink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Wha.. What? I don't really like softdrinks.. I kinda prefer coffee, tea or juice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:Do you make the tea yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.. I mean tea as in GreenTea and all that shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:Any favourite brand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: As long it taste good, I don't really care.. Anyway.. I don't really know where this is going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB: But you have to taste it to find out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh? Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB: There!! Now you know why people prefer the IPod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't have a choice... I dragon kick her in the face..  While she was screaming in pain.. I "D.D.Ted" her to the ground, then threw her on the road while a two-tonne  truck ran over her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. Why did god give stupid people the abilty to talk? When I get to heaven i am so gonna kick his ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4328543137479418664?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4328543137479418664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4328543137479418664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4328543137479418664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4328543137479418664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-creatures-should-be-shot-for.html' title='This creatures should be shot for impersonating humans(Part 2)'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6114544953290880145</id><published>2008-07-05T13:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:20:49.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox 360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genshin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninja Gaiden 2'/><title type='text'>Ninja Gaiden 2.. If only you can replace the enemies with Singaporeans..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright.. This past few days have been pretty fucked up.. And well.. One of the main reason is this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/ninja-gaiden-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/ninja-gaiden-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't get me wrong.. Ninja Gaiden II is a kick ass game.. Basically you're a Ninja who slices up other Ninjas(and Wolves, monsters and other badass creatures).. I'm not going into full details bout the story line(it's pretty much cliche) but one thing is for sure.. It's worth the cash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I haven't completed the game yet but I have 2 issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. Why in the world is the fucking chapter 5 boss such a pussy? His name Volf by the way.. Jeebus! He looks like a badass Demon-Wolf.. All his minions were tough.. And his level was the longest so far(I'm in level 7 at the moment, by the way).. And plus in the game(where else dipshit?) he was bragging on how he needed a worthy opponent to challenge, and of course the battle took place in a fucking coliseum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. When the battle started I was thinking.. Oh boy.. I'm fucked.. But then.. In less than 5 minutes.. Volf  crumbled to his knees, screaming like the pussy that he is.. Mann.. What a crummy excuse for a boss.. Even his Minions manage to kick my ass(only because I let them) but.. Nooooo.. Not Volf the Pussy.. But the good thing is.. His weapon is solid(yes, you do get it after beating him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/volf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/volf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second issue.. Team Ninja.. What the fuck is up with the cheap deaths? I mean.. I played games like the Devil May Cry series(yes Dante and Nero are Pussy boys.. I don't care what you fanboys think) and God of War.. They were tough games(except DMC-2) but I have never encountered shit like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. I know the difference when a game(or in this case, a level) is considered hard and not cheap.. I mean.. If I lost because I wasn't good enough.. That's all fine.. Then I know I have to try harder the next time.. That's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not in this game.. So far its only one encounter.. And I hope its the only one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter 6.. Once you reached the boss fight you're suppose to fight a Ninja named Genshin(You'll encounter him first in Chapter 2 then later Chapter 6).. He's fine.. Pretty easy(not as easy as the pussywolf of course).. But he has several annoying underlings jumping around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/genshin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/genshin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's still an okay battle.. But straight after beating Genshin.. You have to take on a Giant Armadillo(can't seem to get a pic of it).. Don't get me wrong.. I ain't pissed with that.. I like tough battles.. But after kicking the Armadillo's ass.. He fucking explodes which will give a full damage on Ryu's(Your character) health bar.. I was like.. What the fuck? Come on.. How in the world is anyone gonna know that's gonna happen? Goddamn.. On the second try I figured out(I'm not telling you! HAHAHA!) what the fuck I needed to do.. Damn.. I hate cheap deaths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that.. It's a great game which you'll probably find yourself completing more than once that's for sure.. And since this considered a game review.. What's a review without ratings(please don't answer that)? I'll give it an 8.5/10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6114544953290880145?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6114544953290880145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6114544953290880145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6114544953290880145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6114544953290880145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/07/ninja-gaiden-2-if-only-you-can-replace.html' title='Ninja Gaiden 2.. If only you can replace the enemies with Singaporeans..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4716688272650268611</id><published>2008-06-28T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:32:44.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are a Dipshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need more cookies cause I think my brain is coming back to life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>I have a Dipshit for a friend(He's a little slow so I gotta be very literal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Alright.. If putting this shit up means I'm bout to lose a few friends.. So be it.. Who needs friends who refuses to face reality anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well.. A few days ago.. I asked a friend(lets just call him dipshit.. Though I'm pretty much tempted to name him fuckface) and a few of my other friends(which he met for the first time) to head somewhere with me as I needed get some stuff which I might need their opinion on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So during that little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; excursion.. My friend(a girl) and dipshit started to make conversation.. Well.. I mean since he was new to the group.. And he was pretty quiet.. So I guess it was the only nice thing to do she thought.. Guess dipshit thought otherwise.. Finally dipshit asked for her number and.. Well.. Since she was put in a spot.. Of course she said yeah sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wait a minute.. Put in a spot? Why did I say that do you ask? Well.. Simple.. During the conversation.. This are a few things he found out bout her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's single.&lt;br /&gt;2. She's not interested in anyone yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. She's friendly and seemed to like talking to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well dipshit.. Let me tell it to you one more time(I told him on the phone and I told him to his face.. Still he caught nothing.. So probably the only way he might be able to understand is to read it).. As I said.. She's FRIENDLY.. And well.. You were new to the group.. So of course she didn't want you to feel left out.. Thats why she talked to you.... A lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. As I said, she was put in a spot.. Why? Look at the 3 reasons... Why in the world should she say "no"? How in the world can she say "no"? Think bout it.. If she rejected giving her number to him.. Wouldn't it make her look like a stuck up bitch? Guess to dipshit.. It's hard to understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alright.. Moving on.. So she gave her number.. So I'm assuming after that, they exchange a few SMSes or whatever.. Which is cool by me.. She even called me up to ask some stuff bout him.. So I thought. Maybe he does stand a chance after all.. So I called him up.. Told him the news.. Oh boy.. Big mistake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I told him.. Whatever you do.. Take it slow.. Do not rush this.. Do NOT show any signs of desperation.. Guess that was pretty hard to understand too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The moment he knew bout it.. He asked her.. If she was free this Saturday.. She said no.. And then.. He continued.. What bout this Sunday? Which she said no again.. Of course.. Dipshit could have stopped there.. But nooooo.. Of course not.. Lets ask if she's free NEXT WEEK!! Now tell me.. Which part of DO NOT show ANY signs of DESPERATION did you not understand?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jeebus.. And then the fucker had the cheek to call me up and tell me its my goddamn fault... My fault? I gave you advice.. You refused to accept it then its my fault? Goddamn.. People are the worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4716688272650268611?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4716688272650268611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4716688272650268611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4716688272650268611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4716688272650268611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-dipshit-for-friendhes-little.html' title='I have a Dipshit for a friend(He&apos;s a little slow so I gotta be very literal)'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8867048178289757042</id><published>2008-06-26T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:57:55.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tralalala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Price hike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>Price hike!! Price hike!! Tralalala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As most of you know, there's a price hike for fuel.. Yeah it blows.. But I thought to myself.. Hey.. Who cares.. I don't own a car.. But as usual.. Just when you thought you were safe.... Our great leaders had to raise the prices to the power supply starting from the 1st of July(Yes I know.. So don't ask)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sure.. Why not? We are getting that offset package this 1st of July.. So everything is fine.. Oh wait.. Wasn't the offset package for the GST hike? Oh silly me.. Guess we weren't fine after all.. Mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the thing that pisses me off the most was when it was telecasted on the news, one of the line the Newswoman read out was.. "This would probably affect the low income family the most".. Oh really now dipshit? And here I thought it was gonna affect the Americans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What the hell is wrong with you? You got the cash to build a freaking casino.. You got the cash to make a fucking whatever piece of shit thats floating on the Kallang River.. You got the cash to bring the f1 racing down to this shithole.. And of course.. You got the cash to RAISE your pay(yeah I know.. To curb corruption.. Anyone can understand that theory).. But you can't subsidized(or of course do not raise the prices in the first place) for the Middle Income and poor(and why should we call them low income? Whats up with the soft language? Stop kidding yourself.. There's nothing wrong with the word poor) families..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah I know they(The poor I mean.. The middle income.... Well technically.. They're fucked) can ask for financial assistance.. But since you know they're gonna be needing financial assistance, why give the green light for the price hike in the first place? Makes no fucking sense to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But then again.. Make sense out of Singaporeans? Hahahaha.. Mann.. I really crack myself up sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8867048178289757042?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8867048178289757042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8867048178289757042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8867048178289757042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8867048178289757042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/price-hike-price-hike-tralalala.html' title='Price hike!! Price hike!! Tralalala!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7889935579442588415</id><published>2008-06-24T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:14:04.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck labels.. BrainDeadGenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One of the best comedians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Carlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>To one of the Greatest Comedians of our time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well.. I know I've been a little slow on my updates.. But its funny though.. My hits seems to be constant each day(actually more since I stop my updates).. But well.. Thats not the story here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. This post is slightly different from the rest.. This post is dedicated to the late George Carlin.. If you don't know who the hell he is.. Shut up.. I don't wanna talk to idiots like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's a few quotes from the man himself.. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still&lt;br /&gt;have monkeys and apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows&lt;br /&gt;where all the bad girls live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to a bookstore and asked the sales woman, "Where's&lt;br /&gt;the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would&lt;br /&gt;defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing&lt;br /&gt;sheets aren't going as ghosts, but as mattresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a mute swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking&lt;br /&gt;and there is no woman around to hear him . . . is he still&lt;br /&gt;wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill&lt;br /&gt;himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating&lt;br /&gt;an endangered plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid&lt;br /&gt;someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the&lt;br /&gt;right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do blind people know when they are done wiping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated, but not be able to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The older you get, the better you realize you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Women like silent men, they think they're listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him&lt;br /&gt;how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do pediatricians play miniature golf on Wednesdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If God dropped acid, would he see people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If you ate pasta and antipasta, would you still be hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. Probably one of the best comedians(and respectable human being) of our time.. I salute you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Carlin May 12 1937 - June 22 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SGEMwJqeuCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QPQFRDbxp_M/s1600-h/george-20carlin-20salute-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SGEMwJqeuCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QPQFRDbxp_M/s400/george-20carlin-20salute-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215463864839092258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks to http://www.free-jokes-online.com for the quotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7889935579442588415?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7889935579442588415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7889935579442588415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7889935579442588415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7889935579442588415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-one-of-greatest-comedians-of-our.html' title='To one of the Greatest Comedians of our time..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SGEMwJqeuCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QPQFRDbxp_M/s72-c/george-20carlin-20salute-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3566747368320580908</id><published>2008-06-15T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:37:24.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicapped uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='con man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>My little story bout me, a con man a handicapped man, the bank and the police!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Alright.. Usually I hate talking bout my family issues.. But this one.. Mann.. I just gotta let it ALL out(cause it's burning a hole in my pocket)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last month an Uncle of mine was admitted to the hospital due to a stroke.. It was his second stroke.. But hey.. That ain't the story here.. You see this uncle of mine is an alcoholic.. So yeah.. Deserve it he does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But what he doesn't deserve is the aftermath of the incident.. You see.. After suffering the stroke, he passed his ATM card, Bank passbook and PIN number to a "drinking buddy(don't ask me why)".. Telling him, only to use the cash inside to settle the hospital bill and whatever necessary(guess necessary means to quench his very own thirst too)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well.. As you might have guess.. Mr "Lincoln"(that may or may not be his real name) left the hospital expenses in my hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So finally when I manage to get that damn ATM card(well "Lincoln" claims he lost the passbook) from "Lincoln".. So with permission from my uncle to use the card.. I checked the balance for him.. Well..  Let's just say it's "un-withdrawable"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's when the real shit begins.. I called up the bank asking if it's possible to get a bank statement to find out when the withdrawals were made.. They told me to get a doctor's memo to prove that my uncle's in hospital and his original ID too.. So I thought.. Thats acceptable.. I wouldn't want some dipshit checking on my account too by cooking up a story bout me in hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went ahead and got the necessary items.. Went down to the bank and guess what they said.. "We can't disclose our clients bank's information(this includes the account number) to you because it's considered personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(remember I have the PIN number and ATM card with me, so means even if I was a con man I don't need that all that shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; data but what we would recommend you to do is to report to the police about this situation and we will work with them to nail this fella(yes.. Almost word for word).." Oh really? Make a police report? Now I wonder why do I need the bank statement for? Oh yeah.. I forgot.. I needed more toilet paper to wipe my ass with and I heard bank statement's don't tear that easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So yeah.. So I went to the police station to lodge a report.. And guess what? After explaining everything to them.. This is what they want from me.. In order to go ahead with the report I need to produce the bank account number.. Oh mann.. But I already used the bank statement as toilet paper.. Oh wait.. Silly me.. The bank refuse to give me a statement or disclose the account number to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I told the officers bout the incident in the bank.. And still, they wanted me to produce the account number.. I know this is shit but that doesn't mean I can pull it out of my ass... Goddamn this people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I went to the nearest ATM machine and tried my best to make that damn account number appear but to no avail.. So I thought.. Why not transfer to someone? But of course like how things always work out for me.. My damn uncle had to use a bank that everyone I know hates.. I called up almost every dipshit I knew asking if I could transfer cash to them.. And they all went.. "No! Haha! Me no use tat bank account. Haha! Me using whatever and so on"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well.. In the end I manage to get the account number from my own investigative work, so now I'm sure I could lodge a report without any problems.. But I don't know why I got this feeing that  "Lincoln" ain't the one gonna be serving jail time after all this is said and done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3566747368320580908?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3566747368320580908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3566747368320580908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3566747368320580908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3566747368320580908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-story-bout-me-con-man.html' title='My little story bout me, a con man a handicapped man, the bank and the police!!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3148844867753985792</id><published>2008-06-12T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:51:56.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck labels.. BrainDeadGenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was high when I wrote this so sue me'/><title type='text'>Why me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Okay.. This post may come out a tad bit sexist.. But fuck it.. As if you snobby bitches ain't guilty of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I was leaving my home for work this morning, I heard some shit on the Radio.. And I ain't talking bout the goddamn music.. There were 3(a guy and two women) deejays on that show and one of the woman said one of the most untrue sentence ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Woman are generally more happy than men.. You're kidding right? Aren't this the same creatures which can never be satisfied with what they have? Aren't they the ones who complain almost bout everything? Aren't they usually the ones who get pissed bout the simpler things in life? And I DO mean simpler things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Example.. Farts.. Yes Farts.. Try farting in front of your girlfriend.. They'll scream and run out like as if you plagued the room with the Ebola virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another one is forgetting a birthday.. Okay.. Who cares? When a certain time comes(something like perhaps a BIG 4O).. You'll be wishing you could forget it too.. Mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not being able to talk on the phone.. I don't know why do we have to do this.. What ever happened to "absence makes the heart grow fonder?" Look.. I wanna play Ninja Gaiden II.. I don't wanna listen to you bout some dumb bitch(which I'll probably never meet) who fucked up your day cause she was being a bigger bitch than you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Now that I think bout it.. Technically women are happier.. Why? Cause they keep pissing the men off with their daily shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But the main reason for the post wasn't really the Deejays.. It's one of my female colleagues conversation with a male colleague(no it's not me). Well..This is how the conversation went.. Just to let you know.. This ain't their real names..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dick Head: Hey Lyk Dik!! You're right(don't ask me what the fuck he's talking about)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mi Lyk Dik: Of course I'm right!! I'm a woman! And I'm your boss! I'm always right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dick Head: ........(But of course I'm sure in his head, he was thinking millions of ways of  mutilating her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms  Mi Lyk Dik:It was a joke.. Why aren't you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dick Head:Really now?(I'm sure he could have had a better come back if he wasn't engross with his little fantasy of pouring kerosene all over her then torching the bitch... Oh.. Wait.. That's my fantasy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Look.. I have nothing against female bosses.. Some claim they're strict.. Some claim they use certain means to get to the top.. I think they all have a degree in Dipshitology.. Men and women.. Just happens for Ms Mi Lyk Dik seems to have gotten her Masters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3148844867753985792?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3148844867753985792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3148844867753985792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3148844867753985792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3148844867753985792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-me.html' title='Why me....'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2956241696089729016</id><published>2008-06-11T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:22:45.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t understand and I want it to stay that way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero wing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all your base are belong to us'/><title type='text'>Here's your update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you people want an update for? Go read some dipshit's blog.. Especially dumbasses who have the time to write a blog but don't have the time to spell the words normally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example..&lt;br /&gt;   "Lyk".. Look dipshit.. It's "like"... Just minus of the "y", put in an "i" and add in an "e" at the back.. And just to let you know.. The "e" is in between the "W" and "R" of your keyboard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Serius".. You can't be "serious" right? At first I thought it was a typo so I just let it be.. But then I realized thats how nowadays you dipshits spell it..  It's just one more letter.. A fucking "O"... Just one fucking "o" in between of the "i" and "u"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Rockz".. What the fuck? I don't even want to explain this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Luv".. Right.. I "luv" whoever or whatever.. If you "luv" that person or thing so much but then you idiots couldn't even make the time to spell that fucking word correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i "heart" you.. I was really confuse with this.. I mean say it out loud.. I heart you.. Sounds more like hate than love.. But hey.. Maybe thats what those morons really want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "LOL".. Whats wrong with a simple "haha".. And doesn't "laugh out loud" literally means haha? Who invent that acronym? I wanna(yes.. I said wanna.. Why? Cause I do use that word in real life) kick that fucker's ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "ROTFL".. I might have got it wrong.. But fuck it.. What does it stand for? Don't ask me.. And if you do know.. Please.. Do not enlighten me.. I had enough of bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mann.. You idiots actually made "all your base are belong to us" sounds like Shakespeare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just if you people are wondering what the hell is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;all your bases are belong to us".. It's a line from a game called Zero Wing on the Sega Megadrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Here's the transcript from the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Narrator: In A.D. 2101, war was beginning.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: What happen ?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Operator: We get signal.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: What &lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Operator: Main screen turn on.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: It's you &lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;CATS: How are you gentlemen &lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;CATS: All your base are belong to us.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;CATS: You are on the way to destruction.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: What you say &lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;CATS: You have no chance to survive make your time.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;CATS: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Operator: Captain!! *&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: Take off every 'ZIG' &lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: You know what you doing.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: Move 'ZIG'.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Captain: For great justice.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I used to think it was funny.. Till I realized this was how actually most Singaporeans speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Wikipedia for the transcript..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2956241696089729016?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2956241696089729016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2956241696089729016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2956241696089729016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2956241696089729016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-your-update.html' title='Here&apos;s your update...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-717073707133115637</id><published>2008-06-03T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:19:55.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life blows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Singapore sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiling like a dickhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>I'm bitter.. So fuck off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Why do people love asking me this fucked up question? "Why don't you smile more?" What? Fuck you bastards.. Goddamn anally bleached creatures.. Tell me, whats there to smile about? Oh wait.. I forgot.. You're stupid so you can't really answer questions.. Forgive my ignorance, dear dipshits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbasses roaming aimlessly around the area near my workplace, my home or even Town.. No plan.. No nothing.. Just standing around sticking their thumbs in their asses then putting it back into their mouth to taste how good their "shit" is.. Go home.. You have a home.. So go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's that "Great Singapore Sale".. More dipshits to hate.. Why can't they have The "Great Singapore Massacre?" Where Ass kickers would roam the area looking for dipshits kick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this creatures do this? Stop wasting your cash on branded goods.. What's the fucking difference? You look like shit(Don't deny it.. You know you do).. Wearing branded shit doesn't change that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hearing rubbish like I need to colour my hair.. I wanna pierce my tongue/lips or whatever.. Look.. Grow up.. You're not a kid.. If you wanna do all that.. Sure.. Just don't tell me.. Just do it and do not inform me about it.. You know shit like that is just gonna piss me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I got to deal with shit like this.. People just love pissing me with the things they do.. Once when I was in Orchard with my friend.. I saw a bunch of kids bothering a retard(I mean a real retard as in mentally handicapped).. Real tough brats aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were trying to snap his photo and take away his wooden stick(I mean it as a literal wooden stick).. But yeah.. Some brave asshole shouted at the kids and they realize that dude could beat the shit out of all them so they made haste faster than the Flash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now.. You still want me to smile? You still think life's great? Life sucks.. You know it.. You just refuse to face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut your mouth when you see someone sulking or pissed off.. Know why? Because at least that person has the brains to know that life blows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-717073707133115637?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/717073707133115637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=717073707133115637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/717073707133115637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/717073707133115637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bitter-so-fuck-off.html' title='I&apos;m bitter.. So fuck off..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7913705976525040778</id><published>2008-05-31T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:25:42.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertain me by jumping off a building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbs bitches and cameras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Oh look.. It's crowded.. Let's take a photogragh here and block everyone's path!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright.. I was heading back from work in town and of course it being bout 6plus definitely there was gonna be a huge crowd.. But I guess to some dumbasses, it doesn't matter.. Thinking(I'm just shooting from the hips here that they can think) to themselves, everyone love dumbasses.. So what do they do? Suddenly stop and decide to snap close up pictures of their ugly mugs in the middle of the pathway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.. Is it just me? Or are girls(and I'm using this word very loosely) becoming a little too vain... What's up with all the "hey! Me gOt iDeA... hAhA. mE sToP N tAke phOtOgRaph(how you morons do this?) oF mEsELf iN dA miDDlE oF dA CrowDed pAthWaY? Hee Hee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it.. You dumb bitches don't get it right? Your face won't change unless someone(like me) punches it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop snapping pictures of yourself every 5minutes.. Stop uploading crap like that unto Friendster, Facebook or Myspace.. Here's a better idea.. Delete those accounts and jump off a bridge..No one cares.. You'll save your parents tons of cash.. Plus it also means more air for the rest of us.. See.. You'll finally do the world some good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if you morons have to do shit like that.. Mind doing it somewhere less crowded(perhaps at the edge of the roof of a 30 storey building)? What's worse is when you see guys doing this.. Why? Why me? Why can't I meet normal humans.. Everynight I ask God.. What in the world did I do in my previous life to deserve this punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7913705976525040778?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7913705976525040778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7913705976525040778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7913705976525040778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7913705976525040778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-look-its-crowded-lets-take.html' title='Oh look.. It&apos;s crowded.. Let&apos;s take a photogragh here and block everyone&apos;s path!!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8774878054190270199</id><published>2008-05-29T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:44:57.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch with a bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and still no poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='data research analzyser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicks and pussies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I shat in your coffee AGAIN...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>Fuck.. I let my mind wander and it got lost in the woods..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alright.. I was kinda doing some data analyzing for my company for this past 3 days.. And I kinda stumble unto some shit yesterday.. I'm telling you.. It's pretty graphic.. So you know.. Don't let mummy catch you viewing this shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/holyshit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/holyshit.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    I mean, seriously? Come on... What the fuck is up with that? Jeebus.. It's a company's(and I'm not mentioning which one) banner.. And you telling me you ain't asking for shit when you put something like that up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of work.. So I'll shed a little light on my new post.. A data research Analyzer.. Yes.. Sounds impressive? No.. It blows.. I sit at the office.. Doing (almost)nothing all day long.. Staring at the monitor.. Trying to justify what in the world did I do wrong to deserve this punishment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's an annoying bitch who loves giving out announcements and then ringing a goddamn bell.. What the hell is wrong with you?!! You wanna send me into a conniption or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeebus.. People sure are stupid.. Plus whats up with the fake accent? I know it's fake... Having a fake accent doesn't makes your English pronunciations sound good... In fact you sound more like a dick trying to fart(Wait.. Can dicks actually fart? Maybe I should Google it... On hindsight.. Maybe I shouldn't)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please Bitch with the bell.. Do us all a favour... And go hang yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8774878054190270199?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8774878054190270199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8774878054190270199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8774878054190270199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8774878054190270199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title='Fuck.. I let my mind wander and it got lost in the woods..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3768367574874351478</id><published>2008-05-22T11:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:48:13.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediacorp sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man U sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S-league sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hady Mirza sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EPL sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who the fuck is David cook well he sucks too'/><title type='text'>Oh God!! A new post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright.. I was on the bus just now and a bunch of dicks were talking bout "Man  U's Triumph against Chelsea in the Champions League... They were going on and on bout how much they partied last night due to the win.. Probably there was lots of dude sweat after the partying but hey.. To each his own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Manchester United won the fucking Champions League title... So? Who the fuck cares? Why do all this dumbass Singaporeans act like Manchester is part of Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Look.. Manchester is in England.. So is London(Chelsea,Arsenal, Etc), Liverpool and all the other Premier League(EPL) teams... So tell me.. What are you so happy about? It's not your Goddamn town.. It's not your Country.. So shut the hell up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When Tampines Rovers won(I think) last year no one gave a fuck.. Don't get me wrong.. S-league sucks ass(So does the EPL.. Shut up.. It's my opinion).. But still.. Why do most "soccer fans" in Singapore knows most of the players in the EPL(even those worthless bench warmers) but can't even name half of the squad representing their home district... And they still have the balls to call themselves soccer fans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All I'm saying is shut your mouth.. Your team won.. But who cares? Especially when the team is making millions with or without the win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another thing is.. A colleague of mine said to post this on my blog.. Since it's her birthday.. Fine... I'll treat it as a cheap birthday gift.. A very cheap Birthday gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David Cook won American Idol".. I don't know who the fuck he is.. And I don't care... Seriously? Who is he? I typed his name in Google and all I got was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SDTy0cSpuhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/s_NcrxxNlWk/s1600-h/karate-chimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SDTy0cSpuhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/s_NcrxxNlWk/s320/karate-chimp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203050452281309714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yeah.. Sue me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last thing..  That Mediacorp(Yes.. I love ranting bout them.. Got a problem with that?)  Channel 5 new theme song.. "Coming back home" or whatever.. I just wanna say.. I do not wish to come home to 5.. Channel 5 blows.. It's the worse channel in Singapore(besides channel 8, Channel u, Suria and Central)..&lt;br /&gt;Who watches their shit? Who wanna come home to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the guy who sang the song.. Hady Mirza.. Why wasn't he in the clip?I saw a bunch of other artistes playing grab ass, but where's Mirza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wonder why he wasn't in it(No seriously.. Do you know?)... I mean he is the Asian Idol.. So technically he's even bigger than the American Idol.. But people don't say technically unless something is amiss right? But thats a story for another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Talking bout time.. It's bout time.... For lunch... Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3768367574874351478?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3768367574874351478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3768367574874351478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3768367574874351478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3768367574874351478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-god-new-post.html' title='Oh God!! A new post!!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SDTy0cSpuhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/s_NcrxxNlWk/s72-c/karate-chimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8401373867244918570</id><published>2008-05-21T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:27:37.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limited Edition shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GJOAB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbass kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout..'/><title type='text'>Limited editions items are only limited to dipshits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.. Whats up with all this limited edition clothing? Seriously... Trucker caps, shoes, shirts and etc... What the fuck is up with that? Limited edition? Limited to what? Dipshits? Dickheads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Come on.. Why can't people just realize it means nothing.. No one knows if it's limited edition or whatever.. And who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Really now? Nearly the same fucking design.. Just that one dumbass designer decided he needed some spare change, imprints his signature on 30 pair of shoes.. And then charges 100 to 300bucks extra for each of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then of course.. Dickheads who can't wait to lick that designer's balls starting queuing for it as if it's the prophecy of the Almighty himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Damn.. Why are people so fucking dumb? World leaders should gather dumb people(including themselves of course) put them on an island(like Singapore) and Nuke it off the face of the planet.... Mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8401373867244918570?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8401373867244918570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8401373867244918570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8401373867244918570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8401373867244918570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/limited-editions-items-are-only-limited.html' title='Limited editions items are only limited to dipshits...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3572809902539881345</id><published>2008-05-15T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:26:03.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your local neighbourhood dipshits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicks and pussies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>If you're gonna be a dick, stop acting like a pussy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Mann.. Why is my neighbourhood filled with losers, bums and dumbasses? When I was heading to my friend's place(which was pretty close to my place) I stopped by the 7-11 around my area to get something.. As I was in the queue, some dicks in front of me were bothering a girl... I could tell she was annoyed at them.. But of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dick United can't see that.. They had to continue making their little remarks behind her back... To my surprise... The girl turned to them and said "shut your mouth or else.." Of course, I burst out laughing(inside joke, you wouldn't really understand).. But... The dicks just hung their head low and kept quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't get me wrong... I didn't want them to continue their shit.. But seriously? You wanna act tough but you don't dare to stand up to a girl? Right... Real tough jackasses we got here... Oooooh.. I think I peed in my pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Fucking pussies... Stop hanging around my neighbourhood.. Stop fucking around my area.. We don't want your kind here.. Seriously.. I had enough of what you call thems "Mats and Minas" or "Ah bengs and Ah lians".. You bastards should be shot.. And if they're caught after 12am in the morning.. Those bastards should be thrown into a pit of hungry(if possible sex-hungry) lions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Damn these assholes.. Don't they have school? Work? Damn.. Better yet.. Why aren't they in prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be legal to kick their asses.. Dumbasses... Here's an advice... Stop using your parent's cash and wake up... One day you're gonna wake realizing that you should have went to school instead of fucking around at your nearby 7-11... But by that time it's too late.. Why? Because you're at home with 3 hungry and annoying kids with your bitchy wife screaming get a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wake up dipshits.. This world sucks.. And it's gonna suck more in the years to come.. So stop acting like dicks, you pussies and WAKE THE FUCK UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3572809902539881345?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3572809902539881345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3572809902539881345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3572809902539881345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3572809902539881345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-youre-gonna-be-dick-stop-acting-like.html' title='If you&apos;re gonna be a dick, stop acting like a pussy...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8903205367782959244</id><published>2008-05-12T16:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:02:10.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ccleaner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revo Uninstaller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why do I bother helping stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintaining a PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Defrag your PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KMplayer'/><title type='text'>To stupid Desktop/Laptop owners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll just start off by saying... This post isn't the usual "ranting bout shit post" that I usually do.. I'm just kinda sick of people asking me.. "Hey!! My computer damn lag!! What to do?" Or.. "Last time my com so fast, now so slow"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look.. It's real simple.. Just that if you dumbasses take 15 to 30mins for at least once a fortnight or so, to do some defragmentation on your Desktop or laptop.. It'll improve your performance almost immediately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To those idiots who don't know how to do it.. Here... Click on your " Win Start" Button.. Click "Search".. Type in "defrag".. Click on the "defrag" icon(it looks like building blocks)..  When it starts.. Analyze it then Start defragmenting... Once done, your PC should be more stable than it was 20mins ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alright another thing is... Stop using your "Windows Disk Cleanup"!! It sucks.. Yes it cleans up certain shit.. But it leaves the fucking stains there.. Use "Ccleaner"(don't worry all the stuff that I'll be passing you can be downloaded for free).. &lt;a href="http://www.filehippo.com/download_ccleaner/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for it(and please don't defrag and download everything I pass at one go dumbass.. One at a time)... Believe me.. It's better than the shit Microsoft passed you... Not only it cleans everything up.. There's also a Registry scanner.. Which means it scans for issues which it will either fix or delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And yes.. How many times I have encountered this shit.. Dumbasses complain bout a latency but still install "Real Player"... Remove it.. It sucks.. But don't remove it using your "Add/remove program" Microsoft provided... Use this one instead.. It's called "Revo Uninstaller".. &lt;a href="http://www.revouninstaller.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to download it for free.. It not only uninstall fully for you.. It also does a double check if there's any files left behind.. Believe me.. When I uninstall using Add/remove programs, there's usually some files left behind.. Revo has been solid so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you guys wanna use a media player that takes up less RAM.. Try KMplayer.. It's pretty solid(it supports most files.. 3gp, FLV,Mp4 etc).. It's way better than Real Player.. &lt;a href="http://www.kmplayer.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8351"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for it, then click on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The KMplayer 2.9.3.1428 Final Release"&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alright.. I'll admit, you can't download files from Youtube(Daily motion or your regular porn shit) using this.. But at least it takes up less RAM.. If your computer can support "Real Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;without any latency(and if you love that piece of shit so much).. Then forget bout KMplayer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  So please.. Stop asking bout how to maintain your stupid PC... It's real simple.. Just that you dicks are too stupid to own a PC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8903205367782959244?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8903205367782959244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8903205367782959244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8903205367782959244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8903205367782959244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-stupid-desktoplaptop-owners.html' title='To stupid Desktop/Laptop owners'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4693323176437882328</id><published>2008-05-10T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:04:41.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertain me by jumping off a building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>This Post tells you Nothing bout me..... Yet.. It's all bout me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I had a pen now.. I wanna draw on someone's face.. Mann.. I love drawing.. It makes me happy.. Fuck... I hate being happy.. Makes me feel like a Singaporean.. But I like Singapore.. But I hate Singaporeans.. Singaporeans are dickheads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sure sucks if your name is Dick.. Or even worse.. Superman.. I hate Superman.. He's a dick.. Probably he's originally from Singapore too.. Mann.. Why couldn't I be born as a robot? A human eating robot.. That would be cool... Cool.. Why is saying cool in that manner almost the same as saying hot? Aren't they suppose to be the opposite of each other? Mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wish I had 3 trillion dollars.. So I can buy over Singapore.. Once I buy it over I'll kick everyone out.. And I'll stay on the Island by myself... And I'll eat onion rings everyday.. I haven't had onion rings for ages.. Maybe I'll go buy some later.. Maybe not.. Do you want some? Well you can't have mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Damn.. I still can't find my pen.. Maybe I'll draw on her face using a knife instead.. Hahaha! That would be fun! I would go "WEEEEEE"! And run the knife all over her face... And she would go, "AARRGGH!! Eric???!! WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING"?!! And then later when I'm released from Prison, we'll all have a good laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mann.. I hate laughing.. I only like it when I'm alone... I like laughing by myself.. Don't you? If you don't then you are a dumbass.. Only dumbasses love laughing with friends.. I hate my friends.. They remind of the TV show, "Friends".. They're all a bunch of assholes.. Assholes.. Reminds me of someone.. He likes assholes..He thinks assholes are more fun than my Xbox 360...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 360 is dead.. Haven't touched her in 2 weeks.. We quarreled.. She thinks she's better than my PS2.. I miss my PS2.. No wait.. I don't.. I hated my PS2.. It reminds me of one of my "Ex girlfriends".. She was expensive and spoilt.. Just like my PS2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alright.. I think I can stop now.. Finally... Yeah.. Finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4693323176437882328?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4693323176437882328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4693323176437882328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4693323176437882328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4693323176437882328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-post-tells-you-nothing-bout-me-yet.html' title='This Post tells you Nothing bout me..... Yet.. It&apos;s all bout me...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6693591270041563265</id><published>2008-05-09T14:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:51:51.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediacorp sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea Fonseka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jade The Tranny Seah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en bloc sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i ate my book of poems...'/><title type='text'>These dumbasses should be shot for impersonating humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't know if it's me or are they just downright stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;. Seriously.. Call me a nitpicker if you want.. But fuck.. I don't know how shit like this can go unmentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Firstly.. I have to say.. This topic might come out racist to some.. But.. As if you Singaporeans aren't guilty of it either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The show En Bloc.. It's bout a Chinese family and their little plight bout how their area is gonna be "En-Bloc(thus the name En-Bloc.. Real smart dumbass)".. "Waaaaah! Boo-hoo!! My house is gonna be taken away.. Though they are gonna be paying me close to a million.. But noooooo.. I'm gonna be a dick to all the other residents who wanna sell their house by not selling mine"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that annoys me, isn't the storyline.. It's the cast... Andrea Fonseka.. What the fuck is she doing there? Isn't she Eurasian? So let me get this straight.. Chinese man marries Chinese woman.. Gets a Chinese son.. But then  later gets an Eurasian daughter? Am I the only one who notices this kinda shit? You telling me, Mediacorp couldn't find a Chinese girl? Or at least a find a Chinese looking girl... I mean.. Jade "The Tranny" Seah may be Eurasian.. At least she looks Chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SCP5v67TXbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uTCAgWeQeck/s1600-h/braindeadgeniusandreafonseka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SCP5v67TXbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uTCAgWeQeck/s320/braindeadgeniusandreafonseka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198272996582841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Andrea Fonseka.. She looks very Chinese right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SCP5wK7TXcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nRxrlYsm6SE/s1600-h/braindeadgeniusjadeseah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SCP5wK7TXcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nRxrlYsm6SE/s320/braindeadgeniusjadeseah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198273000877809090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And this is Jade Seah.. Now tell me? Who looks more like a "Cindy Lim(Fonseka's character in En bloc)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jeebus.. This is why I hate Singaporeans.. If only they stop taking stupid pills..&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another example.. The show Parental Guidance(yes, Mediacorp again).. There's 3 kids in the show.. Supposedly siblings.. 2 girls, 1 boy.. These are the character names.. Jocelyn Seto, Jonathan Seto and Jolene Seto.. Okay, normal right? Now, this are their real names.. Fang Rong, Kyle Chan and Jessica Cuipa.. And believe me(I'm not gonna google for some 6 year old girl's pic, okay?), Jessica Cuipa does not look chinese.. But fuck.. I'm the crazy one.. Not them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. I think thats enough of Mediacorp's stupidity for today.. I've got lots more to say.. But fuck it.. It's 330pm... That means it's coffee break.. So what you reading this for? Get me the coffee dipshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget.. Thanks to Wikipedia for the info on Parental Guidance.. As for the pics.. I have no idea where I got them from(just a random google search.. What else?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6693591270041563265?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6693591270041563265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6693591270041563265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6693591270041563265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6693591270041563265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-dumbasses-should-be-shot-for.html' title='These dumbasses should be shot for impersonating humans'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SCP5v67TXbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uTCAgWeQeck/s72-c/braindeadgeniusandreafonseka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2522987919066259144</id><published>2008-05-06T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:21:21.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate everything And if you disagree with my blog I will hunt you down and rape you with my steel pipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>The shit that keeps me awake at night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    Earlier at work, I read one of my colleague's blog(by force of course) and like a normal dumbass blog... It was just her mindless babbling on how fucked up her life is.. "Oh look.. I'm a girl with an attitude.. Oh.. I'm a badass.. Oh.. I fucked 100 guys"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Look bitch.. No one gives a fuck.. It ain't interesting.. It's mindless... Nobody wanna know you went to Changi for "Nasi Lemak(local dish)"... Nobody gives a fuck bout the LV bag you bought... Seriously... NOBODY.. So delete off your stupid blog.. It'll do all of us good... Fucking idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Still on the subjects on blogs... A friend of mine was saying.. He wanna bitch bout his friend.. But he don't wanna insult him.. But he wants his friend to be annoyed.. But he also doesn't want him to be pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Look dipshit.. It's either you say it.. Or you don't.. Don't fucking beat bout the fucking bush, dumbass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Damn.. Why do people got to annoy me with this kinda shit? Don't they know me by now? You know shit like this is gonna keep me awake at night.. They say I bitch too much.. You want me to shut up? Sure... Grow a motherfucking brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If people started using their brains more often.. Perhaps I'll be less hateful(or maybe not) towards you dickheads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Another issue.. Why do dumbasses have to blast their damn songs while sitting in a bus/MRT? What the fuck is wrong with you? Daddy couldn't afford the earphones that matches your Nike shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fucking stupid, stupid,stupid bastards.. There should be a law.. Dipshits who blast their songs in the bus/MRT should be shot....... In the mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Goddamn shitheads... Mann.. Another fucking sleepless night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2522987919066259144?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2522987919066259144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2522987919066259144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2522987919066259144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2522987919066259144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/shit-that-keeps-me-awake-at-night.html' title='The shit that keeps me awake at night...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7707065531687390169</id><published>2008-05-02T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:01:41.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shut up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wendy and dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Shut up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate my blog.. I hate the fact that everyone thinks that I bitch too much.. I hate it when colleagues and friends telling me that I'm an angry person(but then give me suggestions bout what to write).. Why can't I be an angry person? Why can't I be a dick? Why can't I bitch bout the world and all the dumbasses who surrounds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I don't get you people.. Why are you so happy? Why are there people smiling like a bunch of clowns(I hate clowns)? Why aren't they miserable? I hate them.. I wish I could kick all their asses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Why do they like this world? Seriously? Why? Are they stupid? The world hates them as much as I hate them.. Watch the news.. You see war, you see bombing,you see price hikes and etc... So why are you dumbasses so damn happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hate my friends(mostly colleagues).. They're becoming stupid.. Almost all of them.. Telling me what to write on my blog... Go start your own blogs.. Why the fuck you need to tell your bitching through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A close friend wanted me to write bout "how dumb Donut queues are".. Whatever for? First of all.. Donuts rules.. Second of all.. There are queues for even dumber things.. Why the fuck should I talk bout something worth queuing for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next.. "Why don't I talk bout religion"? Fuck you.. Why don't you go drown yourself? I don't believe in God doesn't mean I'm suppose to diss people who do..&lt;br /&gt; Every time I hear dipshits who target other people's religion(never their own, be it Christianity, Muslims or Buddhism).. They think it's funny.. But the moment you shit bout theirs.. They wanna have a beef with you.. Yeah.. Lets kill in the name of something that might not even fucking exist.. Way to go shitheads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Talk bout Wendy Tranny or Dawn Watsername"! Hey!! Look.. I don't know them okay? Why the fuck do I wanna talk bout some bitches who apparently won't be reading my blog.. And even if they do.. So what.. I rant bout Singaporean bitches lots of times.. So wouldn't that be including them? Wait.. They're not men right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Write bout gays"... First of all dumbass.. Its gay people.. Not gays.. Yes.. There are gay women too.. For some insane reason.. Singaporeans tend to think the word "gay" only apply to men.. Dumbass.. Back to the topic.. First of all I'm straight but why should I write bout them? They are made to feel like shit every single day cause of dumbasses like you.. And now you want me shit bout them when apparently I don't have a problem with them.. Fucking moron..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Talk bout Singapore toilets".. Sure.. After I flush your head down the drainage system..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Talk bout Facebook,Friendster and Myspace and etc".. All those shit is for losers.. Simple as that.. I admit, I have a friendster's account(it was a forced creation) and I'm not proud of it.. Call me a loser if you want, I don't give a rat's ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lastly.. "Talk bout yourself".. Why would you idiots wanna read bout someone else's life? Whats the point bout reading bout someone's life? Are people really becoming that stupid? You wanna know bout someone's life.. Go on Friendster.com or whatever.. Read those dumbass profile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There.. Happy? In one post, I talked bout whatever you wanted me to say.. Now.. Fuck off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7707065531687390169?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7707065531687390169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7707065531687390169&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7707065531687390169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7707065531687390169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/shut-up.html' title='Shut up...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-283271913632872703</id><published>2008-05-01T15:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:06:03.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids central'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWUW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediacorp sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GJOAB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbass kids'/><title type='text'>Kids Central should be bomb off the face of this planet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Mann.. I hate Kids Central.. For those who don't know.. Kids Central is a dumbass kid's channel/timeslot from Mediacorp TV12(Central) of Singapore(where else?).. It's a stupid channel made for stupid kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Okay.. I'm sure one of you is going... "Come on.. It's a kids channel.. It's just cartoons and satanic puppet shows.. How bad can it be"? Well.. It's not the shows I'm complaining bout(but as usual, the local production suck ass) but the message they're giving out... Their new slogan.. DWUW... "Do what you want".. Oops.. I mean "Do What U Want"... Yes, thats what it stands for..&lt;br /&gt;  Seriously? You're telling kids, do what they want? So if they wanna... Lets say.. Go fuck up their parents.. Go have unprotected sex.. Go get themselves pregnant.. Go abort the baby.. Why not? I mean, as kids they were taught to "do what they want".. So I guess its no wonder the kids are more fucked up than ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Damn it.. Think bout it.. In bout 5 to 10 years time some of those kids are gonna be grown up and with channels like Central giving out dumb messages like this.. I'm sure they are gonna grow up to be jackasses and sluts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Seriously.. They keep canceling Family Guy cause it gives out the wrong message but then Mediacorp keeps giving out dumbass messages like this.. You know what.. Fuck you Mediacorp and that stupid CEO of yours.. The guy with the stupid black and white hairstyle.. Lucas Fuckmymouthwithadildo... Fucker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Fucking pop culture.. Turning everyone into clones.. They're outside my house.. They're in my TV.. They're on the Radio.. They're even on the Internet.. Why can't you fuckers wake up? It's not cool... It's dumb.. There's nothing original bout being a damn clone, you stupid piece of shit...  If this idiots wanna keep dreaming it's fine.. I know of a way to permanently put them to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   By the way.. I'm sure Mediacorp will feel so remorse after reading this post.. So I got a another slogan for you, so you wouldn't need to take up time from your busy schedule.. It's called GJOAB.. I even created the logo for you.. Here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" mm106="" braindeadgenius="" action="view&amp;amp;current=gjoab.png&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm106/BrainDeadGenius/gjoab.png" alt="GJOAB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And by the way.. Its stands for "Go Jump Off A Bridge".. And if you people love following the shit you see on TV.. I think you should "GJOAB"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-283271913632872703?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/283271913632872703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=283271913632872703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/283271913632872703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/283271913632872703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-central-should-be-bomb-off-face-of.html' title='Kids Central should be bomb off the face of this planet...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-170021197741039654</id><published>2008-04-29T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:46:54.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i ate my book of poems...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbass friends'/><title type='text'>Why is  almost everyone I know is turning into a Dumbass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Seriously.. I know I exaggerate on certain topics... But  Jeebus.. Why is almost everyone I know turning into an idiot? Throwing unnecessary  shit at me... Telling me rubbish obviously I wouldn't care bout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Look jackasses/bitches.. I don't care bout you!! I don't care if you pissed in your pants.. I don't care if you gained weight... I don't care if you're down with AIDS.. I DON'T FUCKING CARE!! All you bastards want is my pity... I don't wanna pity you.. I wanna stick a steel pipe up your ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Last week and yesterday.. People been plaguing me with their nonsensical shit... "Boo-hoo!! I don't have a girlfriend".. "Waaaaa.. My mum's a bitch"... "My friend won't talk to me anymore".... "Oooooooi!! Where's my banner"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First of all... Thank god you don't have a girlfriend... Why? Cause when you do.. I'm gonna be hearing.... Wait... Once you have a girlfriend, you won't have time for friends.. So yeah.. Get a girlfriend!! And get off my back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your mum's a bitch.. Look here.. If your mum's a bitch.. Then you're a daughter of a bitch, you stupid bitch.. And plus.. If you hate your mum... Sure.. Get out of HER house.. Stop living under the same roof as her.. Why you still wanna be sheltered by a bitch? Fucking moron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your friend won't talk to you no more? I think I know the reason why.. Nobody wants a dumbass for a friend...  And you know what... I think I rather not have a dumbass friend either.. So go jump off a building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Where's your banner? Actually... That isn't so bad.. But since I'm in the mood.. Sure.. You want your Banner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBbrpYNlueI/AAAAAAAAAII/6yvG8JjApPY/s1600-h/middle_fingerb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBbrpYNlueI/AAAAAAAAAII/6yvG8JjApPY/s320/middle_fingerb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598316325059042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. Thats not a banner... But... Seriously.. How can I create for you people if you don't wanna give me details.. What did I say... Dumbass friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-170021197741039654?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/170021197741039654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=170021197741039654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/170021197741039654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/170021197741039654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-almost-everyone-i-know-is.html' title='Why is  almost everyone I know is turning into a Dumbass?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBbrpYNlueI/AAAAAAAAAII/6yvG8JjApPY/s72-c/middle_fingerb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7266104021753383907</id><published>2008-04-27T15:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:01:57.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rouge sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediacorp sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and still no poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion shows sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U are the one sucks...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showdown sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en bloc sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>Cut off local productions.. It blows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Alright.. What the fuck is up with Singapore TV? Seriously? What's up with all this dumb-ass shows.. "The Showdown", "U are the one", "Rouge", that dumb ass fashion show and of course.. "En Bloc"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mann.. Actually this shows wouldn't suck if I've made them.. So to MediaCorp.. Here's a few ideas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know.. "The ShowDown", you people had the right idea.. Celebrities fighting each other.. Thats cool... Whats not cool is that, you dumbasses left out the most important part... Where's the real fight? Not the stupid games... You know.. The punches.. The stabbing... The head bashing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where's the fun if you don't see the celebrities dying or at least suffering a mortal wound... Imagine Gurmit Singh giving a one-two(equipped with knuckle dusters, of course) to Jade Seah's mug and then saying... "Why aren't laughing now bitch"? Or maybe Mark Lee carry a parang(chopper) and chasing Fiona Xie into the jungle and screaming... Uh... Whatever Ah Bengs usually scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mann.. That would make great TV.. If you disagree, then you are stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; U are the One... Ah yes.. Another talent show..  Haven't we had enough? Look.. We don't need more dipshits participating in a superficial show thinking they are "The One"... Unless "The One" will be participating in my version of "The Showdown" then... Fuck Yeah!! More talent shows please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rouge... A talk show hosted by Eunice Olsen.. First of all.. Who gives a fuck bout her topics? No one... I mean dogs? Cervival cancer? Fashion? Now who the fuck cares bout fashion? Seriously who? I'm gonna slam that person's head in between my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know who should host a talkshow show? Me... Yeah.. It'll be called "BrainDeadGenius's Kickass Talkshow(watch it or go to hell)"... And the guests of my show will be my kick ass friends(I'm not mentioning names, since I'm sure they know who they are)... And it'll be the same guys every week.. And we'll kick all the audience's asses(of course the audience gets to kick each other asses too)... Plus the crews(which will be also be kicking each other asses)... And even at times.. We'll kick each other asses just for the heck of it... And of course.. I will make sure everytime there's a talent show.. I'll make sure the winner comes to my Talkshow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That dumb ass fashion show? Just cancel it.. Not even God can fix that piece of shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; En Bloc.. Well.. Simple.. Fire all the casts members, scriptwriters,directors etc... Throw them into jail(seriously, making bad TV shows should be a crime), and then make a documentary bout it and show it to all "up and coming" actors,scriptwriters,directors etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seriously.. Just stop local production(besides the News of course, I mean have you people seen Nina Varghese?).. I rather watch Japanese porn actresses taking a shit, then to watch rubbish like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways.. I'm still too lazy to write any new poems down.. So yeah.. Sue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7266104021753383907?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7266104021753383907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7266104021753383907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7266104021753383907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7266104021753383907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/cut-off-local-productions-it-blow.html' title='Cut off local productions.. It blows...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5124290384956111248</id><published>2008-04-25T11:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:15:10.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love talking bout cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee and cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies dipping into coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies and coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>To the cookie-person(not me dammit) at my workplace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Right.. I'll admit... I do sometimes update my blog at work.. But I found out someone else who has been assigned  to do rubbish(no I am not assigned to update my blog, dipshit).. And is being paid for it... This post is dedicated to the cookie scraper.. Yes.. There is someone who is scraping off  the cookie cream from the cookie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Don't get me wrong.. It's been going on for months now.. I just didn't give a fuck(actually I never knew until some dumb bimbo started complaining)... For me.. I just dunk the cookie into my coffee and thats it.. So for me it's better without the cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But my point is this.. There's a person scraping off the cream of the cookies here.. But then... The cookies may have been ordered that way... Ah... Yes.. Time for some detective work.. Right... I'm sure I'm not asking for my ass to be fired here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. It's nearly lunch time.. So yeah.. Fuck off.. There's no poem at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5124290384956111248?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5124290384956111248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5124290384956111248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5124290384956111248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5124290384956111248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-cookie-personnot-me-dammit-at-my.html' title='To the cookie-person(not me dammit) at my workplace...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4806966910968288037</id><published>2008-04-24T17:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:23:51.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and if you believe my last story you are a cocksucker...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>More shit.... Just for you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright.. I'll admit.. Last night I had lots of time, so I did some shit.. I was sick of the layout of my blog so I made a few adjustment... Don't like it? Sure.. I hate your house too.. Can I rearrange it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Last night I went back to a forum which I used to patronize when I was a Teen.. It was a cool ass place.. With weird(like me) dudes hanging around.. Talking bout shit like, "who's cooler? Sephiroth from FF7 or Lucas Blight from Suikoden II?" Now it's dead.. It's still active.. But it's like someone drop an A-bomb in that place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me being me.. I manage to dig up some shit to... Uh... Shit about.. First of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This may be all old news(actually maybe all of it might be old news) to you guys.. But fuck.. As if I care... There's an 18 year old Singaporean girl(the only reason I'm calling her a girl cause she's smarter than the average tranny) who is selling her undergarments online and some dicks are actually buying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. Who'd buy that kinda shit? I didn't check out the price of that stuff.. But I saw the price of her photographs(yes, she's selling her photos too).. 300bucks for 20plus photos.. I don't know if its nude or whatever.. But 300bucks?!! Who the fuck wanna buy shit like that... I ain't gonna give you the link, as I don't promote shit like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pussy boys!! Fear not.. Next time you see me on the streets and you wanna try to take me on instead of running like the wusses you are.. There's a weapon you can use to match your pink shirt! Praise Jeebus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBWeYNluWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CgGN8NXFAhU/s1600-h/hello-kitty-assault-rifle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBWeYNluWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CgGN8NXFAhU/s320/hello-kitty-assault-rifle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192745450253695330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBWeINluVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iAXrqJCLDDY/s1600-h/hello-kitty-ak47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBWeINluVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iAXrqJCLDDY/s320/hello-kitty-ak47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192745445958728018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes!! Finally!! And I heard the Singapore army is gonna get a few of these babies, just for you dipshits out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   And you have him to thank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBXKYNluXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFj4n1quzl0/s1600-h/hello-kitty-darth-vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBXKYNluXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFj4n1quzl0/s320/hello-kitty-darth-vader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192746206167939442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann.. I'm sure this ain't gonna piss off any Star Wars fanboy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. Okay this has nothing to do with the forum I mentioned earlier.. I was alone in my room last night.. Bout 1plus am and I heard some noises by the window.. So I took a look.. It was my neighbour's kids... The dad took my advice and threw his kids out the window.. And then his wife started crying.. Naturally he felt bad...  I mean a mother should never be separated from her kids.. So he threw the bitch out of the window too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.. Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4806966910968288037?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4806966910968288037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4806966910968288037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4806966910968288037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4806966910968288037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-shit-just-for-you.html' title='More shit.... Just for you....'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SBBWeYNluWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CgGN8NXFAhU/s72-c/hello-kitty-assault-rifle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3299590380938851405</id><published>2008-04-23T14:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:40:50.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout..'/><title type='text'>Who the hell cares bout Earth Day... Seriously... Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Well.. I know it's been awhile since my last update.. But yeah.. As I said, shit happens... Plus it's my blog and my life,(technically my ass is owned by the Singapore government, don't laugh yours is too) so I'll do what I want with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okay.. So yesterday was Earth Day(or Green Day)... Whatever.. Can I ask something? Notice how we get public holidays like Teacher's Day, Children's Day, Youth Day and of course the dumbest of them all.... National Day... Jeebus... We get public holidays for days dedicated to dumbass kids,dumbass "teachers" and a country but not for a day dedicated to Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm fucking confuse here....Which is greater? A country or the planet? Mann... You people are stupid... Stupid, stupid, stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On to Earth Day.. "The world is hurting.. The world is in pain".. Fuck you.. As George Carlin said(not in his exact words of course) None of you bastards care.. None of you.. You're only worried bout your asses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Take example... Last year's "07-07-07" 24hours concert.. Yeah.. They may use solar powered shit for the concert... But think, how many dumb ass kids were watching that show on their Tellies for twenty fucking four hours straight? Millions I presume... Was that energy saving? No dumbass.. It wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... Save the Earth.. Take a look at New Orleans.. How many years past and still there are homeless people everywhere.. Take a look at places like Africa.. Thousands of people suffering from hunger... Save the world? Why not save those people first before saving "the world"...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Don't get me wrong here.. I do not believe global warming is a myth.. I know it's real.. And I know it's gonna get worse.. But you might say.. "Worse? Why? Not if we recycle and blah blah blah"... Fuck no.. Listen.. No matter what you do, those dumbass big companies and politicians are gonna make it worse... As long those dumbasses get their way... The Earth suffers.. You don't need no concert to know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways on to my poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say to "fall in love&lt;br /&gt;is to fall in debt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why do we want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'll never get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of this "true love"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can we really find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or are we just cursed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fail to find the answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;though I search &amp;amp; search..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasted my time? Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it could have been worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna know the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I am afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess I am just a coward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But life still goes on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with or without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just use it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only to quench my thirst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.. This poem is written for fun.. Just past experiences and shit.. Nothing to do with anyone or me at this current moment of my life.. Thats it... Later... By the way... Happy fucking belated Earth Day to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3299590380938851405?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3299590380938851405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3299590380938851405&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3299590380938851405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3299590380938851405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-hell-cares-bout-earth-day-seriously.html' title='Who the hell cares bout Earth Day... Seriously... Who?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3988376656736351881</id><published>2008-04-20T14:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:27:44.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing.. Don&apos;t bother reading...'/><title type='text'>Damn YOU ALL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Alright.. Ever since this blog came up, I met a few people(they added me through MSN.. Some are Strangers, some are from my workplace just different department and some are just friends of friends of friends......... ).. Some stupid.. Some just... Well... Yeah.. You get the idea.. Anyways.. There's a few idiots who hate my shit... But there's a few who said stuff like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha!! i dun know leh. i tink mayb...... sigh. i dun know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sian. 2morrow work. i rather stay home. more fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Those are some of my readers.. I'm so proud... Anyways.. As I said I had a few who hate my shit.. Don't get me wrong.. They still read it(I think) but they wanna see changes... The answer is No.. But there is one dumbass in particular, I have to talk about.. He's(it had to be a he.. the women don't bother but he gotta be a bitch) pissed bout my post on child discipline.. For those who don't recall it.. &lt;a href="http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-its-been-fucked-up-day-so-far.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to refresh your memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The idiot said there might be emotional scars.. And some psychological issues... What the fuck? First of all.. The bastards who first said this are psychologist... And all they want is your cash... And to make this world filled with pussies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course being the dumbass that he is... He tried to give a stupid attack which was totally worthless.. "What bout Michael Jackson? He didn't turn out right.." You stupid fuck.. Read my post again... I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; abuse.. Mann.. I hate this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Look.. If those parents love their kids.. They would discipline them.. Tell me.. How many stupid kids do you see with stupid body piercing nowadays? How many kids do you see with coloured hair nowadays? How many kids do you see dressed in really branded shit which obviously THEY didn't pay for? How many kids do you see dressed as a slut and think it's perfectly alright to act as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The fucking questions should be.. How many have you not seen... Dumbass.. If you think the kids still should not be disciplined, you are one "fucked in the brain, son of a..." Wait no.. You don't have a brain.. My mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   Almost&lt;/span&gt; every dumbass kid(and even some adults, you know who the fuck you are) wanna act like your stupid pop culture shit.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; every kid wanna be a fucking clone of some dumbass artiste who don't give a fuck bout them.. Why? Simple.. Cause they are stupid.. Like their parents who won't take a stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Look.. Anyways.. The main reason for this post is.... This is my blog... MY BLOG!! I post what I want.. I think what I want.. Don't like it.. Don't read.. Simple as that.. I don't give a rat's ass even if my hits drop to 1 per day.. I use this blog to vent my frustration.. And if I don't have the right to have my own opinions.. Then what other rights do I have in this fucked up little island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3988376656736351881?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3988376656736351881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3988376656736351881&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3988376656736351881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3988376656736351881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-you-all.html' title='Damn YOU ALL!!!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3108372867869877618</id><published>2008-04-19T13:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:30:42.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>You're ugly... Face it or jump off a building...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay.. I gotta start with one thing... Why the fuck are there so many "boobs" ad in Singapore? Especially on TV..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I was channel surfing, I came across one dumb ad(yes, I know all ads are dumb).. There were 2 females looking at dresses.. Then they mumbled some senseless shit and finally they both decided on one dress and went to the changing room to try it on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Amazingly, they came out in less than 5 seconds and 1 of them clearly had bigger boobs than the other.. The one with the smaller boobs looked sad and mumbled more senseless shit(don't get me wrong, the ad was in Chinese but even if it was in English it would still be senseless shit)... And at this point they had to focus on the female with the bigger boobs.. And of course the company which gave her the assets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay.. First of all, dumbasses.. The both of them do not need boob jobs.. The both of them need plastic surgery.. Really.. You do.. Don't get me wrong.. I hate girls who even uses make-up, but if you idiots think your boobs are the problem... You're wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Singaporean women.. Wake the fuck up... You don't fucking need make-up.. It makes you uglier.. Example.. Why do clowns wear make-up and red lips? To make themselves look stupid right? So aren't you idiots doing the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But of course.. As I read the Newpaper again this morning(yesterday's and today's).. There was a reader's letter bout beauty.. Saying that "she" would do anything to keep herself beautiful.. Doesn't matter the cost or consequences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First of all.. You pieces of shit don't know what is beauty... If you have to pay to keep yourself beautiful(and believe me, and using this word very, very loosely).. Wouldn't that make you ugly in the first place? Cause it seems if you don't buy beauty products, you'll definitely end up looking like dog-poo(which is how you actually look like with make-up on)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;    But hey.. Why listen to me? I mean, if you people wanna pay good money to look like a clown.. Please.. Don't bother bout what I said... As my name states.. I'm just a BrainDeadGenius...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;On to my dumbass poem, which I was suppose to write last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so fucking sick&lt;br /&gt;of all this shit..&lt;br /&gt;Those fucking eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could rip..&lt;br /&gt;Rip it off,&lt;br /&gt;without any remorse..&lt;br /&gt;Then step on that piece of shit,&lt;br /&gt;squishy squash..&lt;br /&gt;This bastards don't need eyes,&lt;br /&gt;they don't need to see..&lt;br /&gt;Since they know nothing,&lt;br /&gt;why won't they let me be?&lt;br /&gt;They can't use their brains,&lt;br /&gt;so they can't think..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna murder idiots..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be condemn for that sin..&lt;br /&gt;Filthy fucking creatures,&lt;br /&gt;which won't disappear..&lt;br /&gt;It seems like they're multiplying,&lt;br /&gt;it's worse than I feared..&lt;br /&gt;Sin or not..&lt;br /&gt;Time to use my blade..&lt;br /&gt;Prepare those sliver platters..&lt;br /&gt;Because there are gonna be lots of heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright.. That's it.. Later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3108372867869877618?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3108372867869877618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3108372867869877618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3108372867869877618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3108372867869877618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-ugly-face-it-or-jump-off-building.html' title='You&apos;re ugly... Face it or jump off a building...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8125370741827888704</id><published>2008-04-18T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:08:17.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newpaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>What is there to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alright.. I'm sure a few of you are expecting me to say stuff bout yesterday's incident.. The answer is.....  No.. Thats it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But of course... There are somethings I have to get off my chest... Last night I  was reading the 17th April and 18th April's Newpaper(yes.. There's a tabloid called the Newpaper here)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the 17th there was a guy who responsed to a Japanese(who is living in Singapore) lady's letter(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://tnp.sg/speakup/story/0,4136,162271,00.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read Mrs Yumiko Hong's letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Why doesn't Mrs Hong feel sorry about the Singaporeans who were ill-treated and abused during the Japanese occupation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(17 april 2008 &lt;a href="http://tnp.sg/speakup/story/0,4136,162271,00.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read his full response)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Look here dipshit.. What do you mean the Japanese(I'm saying the Japanese cause in his response it felt it was directed to all the Japanese living in Singapore not just Mrs Hong) should feel sorry for the Singaporeans who suffered during the war? Whether they feel sorry or not, it's up to the individual.. And plus.. Why should they get shit just because of mistakes from the past(which obviously has nothing to do with her or her daughter)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First of all I must say.. In your response, you claim you were approached by some dumbass foreigner asking "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Why do you people(the Muslims) believe in blowing yourselves up and doing terrorist acts?' First of all, you should have punched his face.. No really.. You should have.. Assholes like that deserve it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    Anyways.. You also claimed  that Miss Yumiko Hong was exaggerating that some Japanese kids did not want to go to school they were worried they would get bullied cause of the some of the footage shown of Total Defense Day... What the fuck do you mean she was exaggerating? You little piece of shit... Tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    How the fuck would you know dumbass? You're a local right? So tell me, how many times in school(if you went to one) did see you an Indian student being made fun of  because of his colour? How many times have a Sikh been given a stupid nickname cause he wears a turban? I've seen it and if you say never in your life.. Well.. Just because you never seen or heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, dumbass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    Another thing.. I'm very sure the Japanese here are not saying forget the past.. But try to forgive it.. Come on it's the past.. Yes.. Teach it in school.. But teach it for the kids to understand war... Not teach to hold grudges..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    Mann.. This is why I hate Singaporeans.. As for the footage, shown in school.. Change it.. If they wanna show what the Japanese did to the Singaporeans... Sure... But at least show that we have moved on.. Show stuff to the kids to let them know that the Japanese are not same from WWII..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;    Btw.. I'll write the poem later or tomorrow.. Later then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8125370741827888704?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8125370741827888704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8125370741827888704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8125370741827888704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8125370741827888704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-there-to-say.html' title='What is there to say?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5520912373823593157</id><published>2008-04-16T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:34:58.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I shat in your coffee AGAIN...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch... She&apos;s a stupid Bitch...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trannies'/><title type='text'>Just in case you missed my previous post bout you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright.. I know I was asking for it.. But fuck.. I was bored... A little too bored.. Okay.. I had to head to Suntec's Starbucks level 2 again.. Yes.. I know.. I was thinking, come on.. Give that girl a chance.. She's not as annoying as you think.. She just talks a lot.. And she might not even be there today.. Well.. Let's just put it as this.. If you have a bad opinion on someone.. Fuck.. Don't bother trying to change it.. It'll only be worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well.. This is how my brilliant day went.. As I over-clocked my OT hours at work.. I had to take some time off, before the 20th of April.. So I took 8hours off for tomorrow(which means one working day, dumbass) and 4 hours for today.. I still need to get rid of another 3 hours.. Anyways.. Since I left work at 12 today.. I thought why not just find a place to write my poems.. I could have just done that at home... Noooooo.. I had to go to Suntec... Not only there.. Starbucks level 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The moment I stepped into that shithole, I already could smell the rot.. Seriously.. Have you been to Suntec? Try going there as me.. Jeebus.. What is wrong with you people? What is it I got other guys don't? Wait don't answer that... Yeah anyways.. As I headed to Starbucks I realize that tranny wasn't there... I was like doing Snoopy dances in my mind... Till... I felt a presence behind me(No Crack Addict, it wasn't Uncle)... Yes... It was her(it from now on).. It mouthed the words... "Hi Eric.. Remember me"? What the fuck? Can this creatures smell me? Jeebus.. Well.. I answered Yeah.. And I sat as far away from the counter.. Two reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Starbucks Tranny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Another tranny wanting her eyes ripped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Even with me sitting as FAR AWAY FROM THE COUNTER... It had to come sit beside me and chat.... Again.. No please.. The last time was more than enough.. I mean.. Think bout it.. Where's your professionalism? Seriously.. You had several customers around but you came and chatted with me? Only me? Plus she gave me two vouchers.. Don't get me wrong.. I'm thankful for that.. Everyone wants Starbucks vouchers.. Especially the two dudes near my table.. I knew they were pissed.. But too bad.. Fuck the both of you.. And yeah.. Of course, the tranny thought I went to that shithole to see IT!! Read here.. Your Starbucks is located at a secluded area.. Which means less crowd.. And less crowd means it's easier for me to pen down my poems, dipshit.. But you can't get that right? And plus, if I wanted to look at a hot barrista I would go to The Coffee Bean in East Coast.. She may be flirtatious and annoys the hell outta Liz, but hell.. At least she looks good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I guess thats enough.. Plus I think I'm gonna look for my sanity now.. Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5520912373823593157?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5520912373823593157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5520912373823593157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5520912373823593157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5520912373823593157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-in-case-you-missed-my-previous.html' title='Just in case you missed my previous post bout you...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-887398781283145926</id><published>2008-04-16T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:42:00.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday to Sunday sucks'/><title type='text'>What the hell.. It's only wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mann.. I woke up today thinking.. "Oh yeah.. Today wouldn't be so bad".. Why? Cause it's Friday.. Then suddenly, it hit me.. Wait.. Wasn't it just yesterday I was complaining it was only Tuesday? Ah fuck... Either I slept for two fucking nights.. Or suddenly I have the ability to fast forward time... Today has to be Wednesday... Damn.. I hate Wednesdays.. I know.. I just wrote bout me hating Mondays.. But what can I say? I hate all the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hate Mondays cause it's the beginning of the week.. I hate Tuesdays cause yesterday was a Monday.. I hate Wednesdays cause later in the night it's "Lady's Night"(Fuck you, equal rights? Where's Straight Guys Night?) .. I hate Thursdays cause it's not Friday.. I hate Fridays cause it ain't Saturday.. I hate Saturdays cause every other dumbass shares the same off day as me.. And I hate Sundays cause tomorrow is Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well.. I know I said I'll draw a pic of Josh with freehand but I'm too lazy.. So yeah.. Too bad.. Get over it.. Still can't? Go jump off a bridge or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Here's today poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, thats the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brain's a bit shaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;due to the loose screws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna fall asleep but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just started work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh wow, there's an asshole here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a pink shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna turn it red,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red with his blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I feel so lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah.. What the fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's my pipe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's my cleavers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn I didn't bring them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh fucking Jeebus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah.. I'll just strangle him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with my fucking hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait.. On second thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll stab his eyeballs with this fucking pen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Just love work.. Mann.. I hate pink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-887398781283145926?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/887398781283145926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=887398781283145926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/887398781283145926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/887398781283145926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-hell-its-only-wednesday.html' title='What the hell.. It&apos;s only wednesday...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7933654082723966766</id><published>2008-04-15T13:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:16:45.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$250'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great government of ours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh the cheerleader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I shat in your coffee...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$750'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.. Everyone at my workplace been has asking me, who is Josh? Is it him? Or is it her? First of all.. You idiots don't remember cause Josh wiped out your memories.. But he also said a few of didn't need to go through that cause in order to have memories, you need a brain.. And well.. You should know what I'm getting at.. Anyways.. I'll draw(freehand) a pic of Josh when I get home.. Here's what I could do with the PC at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SARB65jVtAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e2fYO70jtVE/s1600-h/JOSH+THE+ALIEN+BRAINDEADGENIUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SARB65jVtAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e2fYO70jtVE/s320/JOSH+THE+ALIEN+BRAINDEADGENIUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189345150774916098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.. He looks way tougher than that.. Still I'm sure even as cheerleader Josh, he can beat the shit outta those pussy boys anytime.. And yeah.. The thing behind him.. Don't ask.. Cause I didn't do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I need to say before I head to lunch... So I heard from a colleague.. The Singapore government is giving us $750 this year.. $250 at the end of this month.. Another $250 in July.. And the last of it in October... Well.. First of all.. Can they actually say.. They are giving it to us? I mean.. It is "our" cash to begin with.. But yeah.. They are giving it to us.. And we are so fucking indebted to them.. Oh bless your souls for returning me MY CASH!! Come on.. Really? That's all you owe us? $750? Sure.. For every $250 you give us.. How much more do you take from us? Mann.. I could go on forever with this shit but forget it.. It's not gonna make any difference.. Plus I'm hungry.. So yeah.. Later people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7933654082723966766?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7933654082723966766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7933654082723966766&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7933654082723966766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7933654082723966766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/SARB65jVtAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e2fYO70jtVE/s72-c/JOSH+THE+ALIEN+BRAINDEADGENIUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5858567931878744128</id><published>2008-04-14T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:15:35.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yishun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kick ass space alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>A rotten day? You can bet your ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn it.. I hate Monday.. Why? What do you mean why?! Do you like Mondays? Cause if you do someone ought to kick your ass.. Anyways.. I hate Mondays.. Especially days like today.. Example.. There were people everywhere.. Then you might say.. "Huh? But isn't everyday like this?" Yes dipshit.. Everyday is... Plus work really sucked today.. "What happened?" You ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; space alien from hell invaded my workplace... Then a dumb tranny stood up and shouted... Eeeeew! Why so green one!! Tranny don't like!!" The space alien(who's name was Josh by the way) stared at the tranny.. Without any warning, he dragon kick the tranny... Mann, the tranny was slammed to wall(and guess what!! Tranny has yellow blood!) cause Josh learned his dragon kicks from Bruce Lee(sorry people, but yeah, Bruce's in hell)... The other trannies went... "Nunununu!!' And then, they form a weird circle around Josh.. But Josh being the kick ass alien that he is... He went on his knees and then dragon punched 3 trannies and While shooting air fireballs at the other 2... Next thing I knew, the trannies were down and out.. Then he turned to me and said.. "Your request to sell your soul for 5trillion bucks has been rejected".. He said even Satan doesn't have that kinda cash.. Yeah right.. Fucking liar.. Told you it was a fucked up day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. On to the usual... My poem... A tribute to hell.. Yes hell is in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yishun, yishun&lt;br /&gt;Full of surprises..&lt;br /&gt;With people like them..&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what your size is...&lt;br /&gt;You'll love them,&lt;br /&gt;as much as they love you...&lt;br /&gt;Cause all they wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;is make you feel beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the humour..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pain...&lt;br /&gt;Seems so sarcastic..&lt;br /&gt;But who shall I blame?&lt;br /&gt;They turn me into this psycho...&lt;br /&gt;They turn me this way..&lt;br /&gt;I can never look at things normally,&lt;br /&gt;ever since that day...&lt;br /&gt;Playful little demons&lt;br /&gt;running through my head...&lt;br /&gt;When will it stop...&lt;br /&gt;Never I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;First of all.. To you dumb-asses.. I don't have a beef with the Yishun residents.. This poem is dedicated to a fucked up school which ruined my friend's life along with mine... Mann... I hate Mondays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5858567931878744128?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5858567931878744128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5858567931878744128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5858567931878744128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5858567931878744128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/rotten-day-you-can-bet-your-ass.html' title='A rotten day? You can bet your ass!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6480378970851276021</id><published>2008-04-12T15:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:12:32.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate everything And if you disagree with my blog I will hunt you down and rape you with my steel pipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid country'/><title type='text'>Think I need new eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Remember people.. Poems only on Monday,Wednesday and Fridays.. Now thats cleared.. Lets go on with my usual session...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    Okay.. Last night I was at Orchard Cineleisure(it's the breeding ground of the Shitheads) waiting for a friend.. Well.. Me being a human naturally I needed to head to the washroom... And seriously... I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;exaggerating here.. I thought I entered the female toilet... Every single guy in the fucking toilet look like a girl.. And don't get it twisted.. They ain't girlie boys.. They were your usual "I'm so tough but I wanna look like a girl" guy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    Seriously.. What the fuck is WRONG with you ASSHOLES?!! Come on... Wake the fuck up... Almost everywhere I turn, I see guys(and I'm using the word "guys" very loosely) dressed up like fag.. Almost EVERYWHERE!! What happened? Is it a trend? Has "metrosexualism" taken over  almost every single guy here in this damn country?! I hate to say this.. But even our Prime Minister looks more fucking manly than the guys around Orchard Road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    Mann.. If the future is now... Then the end can't be that far away.. I really hope they ain't doing this kinda shit to impress girls/women or trannies.. Cause if it is.. Then I'm really confused..  Cause aren't straight women suppose to be looking for... Well... Men? Especially men who look like men? Seriously.. I'm sick of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    I hope there's an organization which hires people to kick this all this shitheads asses... There should be a law.. If you're a straight guy who dresses like a fag.. You should be shot in the mouth... Mann.. I hate this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Great.. I made a fucking flash animation of me kicking some pussy boys asses but I can't post it here... Damn... I hate my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6480378970851276021?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6480378970851276021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6480378970851276021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6480378970851276021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6480378970851276021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-i-need-new-eyes.html' title='Think I need new eyes...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8241651443592192594</id><published>2008-04-11T13:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:14:41.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb-asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken shit...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>This Is Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright.. I have to make things clear bout yesterday's post... I hate Maxim.. I hate FHM.. In simpler terms.. I hate Men's magazine... Thats all.. I'm not saying "Women Power or Girl Power" or whatever, you dumb bitches... Read the post again.. When did I say anything bout that? All I said was Chicken Shit didn't deserve to labeled as that... Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's said.. Since I'm not in the mood to talk.. Here's the poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've wrote bout Love,&lt;br /&gt;I've wrote bout hate..&lt;br /&gt;I've wrote sex..&lt;br /&gt;And something close to rape..&lt;br /&gt;I've wrote bout coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bout tea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alot bout you...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bout me...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout death..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout life..&lt;br /&gt;None on hellos..&lt;br /&gt;One on Goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout friends..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout girls..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout shit that&lt;br /&gt;happens around the world..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote bout war..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on peace..&lt;br /&gt;Writing all this puts&lt;br /&gt;my mind at ease..&lt;br /&gt;When will I stop?&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never know..&lt;br /&gt;But at the rate life is going,&lt;br /&gt;there's bound to be more..&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to your weapons, kids...&lt;br /&gt;We're continuing this ride..&lt;br /&gt;This shit has just begun...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; boy does death look right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well.. Yeah.. The ones bout coffee(NO! &lt;a href="http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/titles-titles-enough-of-this-shit.html"&gt;Coffee stain&lt;/a&gt; isn't bout coffee, dipshit),sex and love was never published on this blog... So don't bother looking... Till then kiddies... Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8241651443592192594?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8241651443592192594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8241651443592192594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8241651443592192594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8241651443592192594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-fun.html' title='This Is Fun...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2617427209946823544</id><published>2008-04-10T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:25:04.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badly drawn comics...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxim'/><title type='text'>I'm bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm bored.. I have nothing to do.. Just to let you people know.. There's no poems today.. By the way.. I'll be only updating on Mondays,Wednesdays and Fridays(beside bored days).. But of course.. If I do not update on any of those days.. Well... Too fucking bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Let's get started.. I know this is old news.. But I just heard of it.. Maxim magazine named Sarah Jessica Parker "The most Unsexiest Woman ever"(or whatever the fucking title is)... Don't get it twisted.. I hate Sarah Jessica Parker(why is her name so damn long.. From now on her name is "Chicken Shit")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the clueless people out there.. Chicken Shit is the star of a dumb-ass drama series called "Sex in the City"(or was it "Sex and the City?").. Why do I hate Chicken Shit? Cause she made almost every dumb female even dumber.. We already know girls are materialistic and cockthirsty.. You don't fucking need to make a stupid drama bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the "Unsexiest" title she received.. Who the fuck is Maxim to give anyone that damn title? Fuck you Maxim!! Seriously? Who reads Maxim magazine? In my opinion.. There only two type of men who read that garbage.. Ugly dudes who think they're God's gift to women... And horny teenage boys... Don't get me wrong... Fuck FHM too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I read FHM(I'm assuming they're bout the same) before(Singapore edition).. I don't get it.. A bunch of useless information bout some dumb sluts(who the fuck wanna know what is her favourite sex position anyway?).. Some fashion tips for the metrosexual shitheads.. And some "tough guys" or blonde jokes.. Thats it? 5 to 7bucks for that? Sure.. To each his own they say.. My opinion.. That kinda mag is meant only for dipshits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may ask... Why did you read it? Wait!! Did you buy it?!! Yes.. Dumb-ass, I did buy it.. I knew one of "ex-girlfriends" participated in some dumb competition and she was in the magazine.. So yeah.. I bought that piece of shit.. What you gonna do? Kill me? Oh no.. God forbid... Fuck you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. If I'm not wrong Maxim and FHM provides dating tips.. But me being the nice guy that I am(please.. No need to thank me).. Here are a few free dating tips.. From yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28Yl3zbsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kFE4QGrCw_0/s1600-h/first+date2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28Yl3zbsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kFE4QGrCw_0/s320/first+date2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509476469731010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I say? He "LOVES" kids..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure he'll make a great dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28ZF3zbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j7n6PGf3tjo/s1600-h/first+date+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28ZF3zbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j7n6PGf3tjo/s320/first+date+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509485059665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fair deal right? We fuck... I pay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28ZF3zbvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xpwr6UA05c4/s1600-h/first+date+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28ZF3zbvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xpwr6UA05c4/s320/first+date+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509485059665650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously.. No matter how much she resembles your sis.. Don't say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28Y13zbtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GkTA3qzOqY0/s1600-h/first+date3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28Y13zbtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GkTA3qzOqY0/s320/first+date3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187509480764698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.. A cheap shot.. I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.. Later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2617427209946823544?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2617427209946823544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2617427209946823544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2617427209946823544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2617427209946823544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_28Yl3zbsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kFE4QGrCw_0/s72-c/first+date2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8313505634553693483</id><published>2008-04-09T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:14:38.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississipi'/><title type='text'>Just a favour..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay.. My brother emailed me asking to sign this petition(but it's my idea to put it on my blog)...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Usually I don't participate in such events.. In all seriousness.. This is my first.. But.. One thing is for sure.. I know what is like to lose something you fight so hard to keep(or preserve)... So I hope whoever is reading this.. Please sign this petition to help save Port Gibson Church St, Mississippi.. Yes.. I ain't American.. Yes.. I've never been to Mississippi... Fuck.. I probably never will... But hey.. If any idiot who wanna tear down a historical place just to build some stupid road.. Deserve to get his ass kicked... Anyways.. Here's the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/save-port-gibson-mississippi"&gt;Click Here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8313505634553693483?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8313505634553693483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8313505634553693483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8313505634553693483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8313505634553693483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-favour.html' title='Just a favour..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4678966014520706698</id><published>2008-04-09T14:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:17:02.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KTVs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singaporeans...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well.. I'm back.. I know.. What can I say.. I'm beginning to get lazy.. Fuck.. I don't know how long I can keep this up.. No.. The poems isn't the problem.. Just that.. Sometimes when you say all you needed to say.. That's it.. You end up back in square one.. Nothing happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways.. Some of you might be asking.. What the fuck happened this past few days? Well.. I went through hell(Not literally, you asshole)... Yeah.. I'm beginning to respect those sleazy KTVs(no.. I didn't fuck a KTV girl, in fact I rather fuck a tranny with a knife) a lot.. Why? Jesus.. Oops.. I mean Jeebus.. I went to one of those shit-holes with a friend last week(yep he paid for everything.. call me an asshole if you want).. And yeah.. One jug of beer cost 60bucks.. 60 bucks.. You can actually buy a second hand DMC 4 for 60bucks.. Alright.. Guess how much the fucking peanuts cost? Not much.. Just fucking 30bucks.. I mean who wouldn't pay 30bucks for peanuts... And yeah.. Don't ask me how much was the fucking room(as I said it was his treat).. But then.. Of course.. He had to call in a girl(Don't worry Liz.. It was for himself.. None for me).. Yes.. 70 bucks for 1 hour.. Believe me.. She did nothing.. When I say nothing.. I mean nothing.. The fucking slut sat there.. And talked.. Damn it.. PAY ME 70bucks!! I'll FUCKING talk to you!!! God.. Come on.. Singaporean sluts are way cheaper than that!! Jesus.. Sorry.. Jeebus.. And yeah.. The whole incident cause 300bucks.. Mann.. I know it's not my fucking cash.. But still..  I hate KTVs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. The next day(yes it doesn't end) I was in Starbucks with my friend.. And guess what.. The Starbucks staff wanted to do coffee tasting with us.. I wonder why... Fucking retards.. Damn stupid bitch.. I hope you're reading this blog.. I mean seriously.. Coffee tasting? When does coffee tasting involves questions such as.. "You got a girlfriend? What do you do for a living? Do you like animals?" "Here's a question for you,dipshit.. "Can I rape you with a steel pipe(yes a literal steel pipe) while you sing the Singapore's National anthem?" And no.. It doesn't end there.. I ended up in K-box listening to "God knows what"... I think I need a psychotherapist's(notice all this kinda professions usually has the word rapist in them? Example.. Therapist.. The rapist) after that.. So yeah.. I hate Starbucks at Suntec City level 2(I have to specified right?).. And I hate K-box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats enough shit talking(notice if a guy does this it's shit talking and for a girl it's bitching).. On to my poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Afraid and hungry,&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone..&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the night sky..&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a home..&lt;br /&gt;With no friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; with no kin..&lt;br /&gt;Often she thinks of&lt;br /&gt;committing the mortal sin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But everytime she does&lt;br /&gt;she stops &amp;amp; think..&lt;br /&gt;There's always hope&lt;br /&gt;though chances are slim...&lt;br /&gt;She may be starving&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; without a home..&lt;br /&gt;But one thing she has&lt;br /&gt;is lots of hope..&lt;br /&gt;Hope is so needed in this world..&lt;br /&gt;The end is coming nearer&lt;br /&gt;as it twirls..&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane or Tsunami,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may be..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to blame..&lt;br /&gt;But us.. We..&lt;br /&gt;Back to this to the story&lt;br /&gt;bout the girl..&lt;br /&gt;The girl who wish not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for diamond nor pearls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everynight she prays&lt;br /&gt;to the sky..&lt;br /&gt;For the things we take for&lt;br /&gt;granted as our time goes by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thats it.. Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4678966014520706698?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4678966014520706698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4678966014520706698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4678966014520706698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4678966014520706698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4660943590241843138</id><published>2008-04-06T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:10:11.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parkway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Can I leave this blank?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Three things I have to say before I'm on to usual shit bout the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When I make a Jeebus/Jesus joke.. Don't join in.. Don't get me wrong.. It's funny.. But keep your funny stuff to yourself or say it to me in private.. Cause When I post it here.. I only need to fend for myself.. When someone else comments something like that here.. I have to take sides.. And I hate taking sides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I hate Parkway Parade(land of the Dipshits).. I hate the people shopping over there.. I hate the kids running around there(especially when I'm hungry and I can't eat them in front of their parents).. I hate the trannies staring at me when I'm there.. I hate Parkway's interior.. I hate Parkway's exterior.. Why must the closest Border's bookstore(to my home)be in that shithole.. Why can't it be under my block.. Stupid Borders bookstore.. Don't they know people who shop in Parkway can't read.. Dumb asses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.To Nicole's grandma.. RIP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. Now that's all said.. Wait.. I have nothing else to say.. Mann.. Know what that means.. Last night was alright.. Except the part when I was in Parkway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. This is dedicated to Nicole's grandmother.. Though initially I didn't write for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I stand there watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;while you lay asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You look so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;while my knees turn weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As that book closes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know the time has come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I do my best to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;put a brave front..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fight the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;though I know it's in vain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I'll pray to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll see you someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As the fire grows thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know you'll be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As the smoke reach up higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;like a spirit heading for the sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Forever gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;out of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Out of your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; into the light..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everyday I'll ask God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;though I know it's in vain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;One day I'll see you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;even it's for a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well.. This wasn't initially written for anyone or with anyone in thought.. It just came to me.. Well.. Yeah.. That's it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4660943590241843138?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4660943590241843138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4660943590241843138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4660943590241843138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4660943590241843138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-i-leave-this-blank.html' title='Can I leave this blank?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-1872895545305189825</id><published>2008-04-05T14:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:07:01.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badly drawn comics...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid neighbour kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I love stupid people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all just to let you know.. I'm not humble.. I'm not perfect.. And I definitely am not smart... But the difference between me and this creatures is that.. I know.. I know what I am.. This is why I can never see eye to eye with them.. Now after that shit is said.. Let say this again(by now most of my close friends and family members already know bout this).. I fucking hate kids.. Kids are annoying.. Kids are noisy.. And most of all.. They are stupid(hey wait.. Thats kinda sound like Singaporeans!!).. Example.. My neighbours.. Why the fuck do 12 years have to run around the freaking corridor? If the parents are reading this blog.. Let me tell you.. One day.. I will catch your kids... Knock him out.. Drag him to my kitchen and cook him... Yes I will.. I eat children.. Especially fat annoying ones who run around my corridor.. Mann... If I had a kid.. He would be so fucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dXzwP2fgEW8/s1600-h/jesuseatsthem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dXzwP2fgEW8/s320/jesuseatsthem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660982274152978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I say that? Well dumb ass... Have you been to Heaven? No? So shut up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crL0YN2fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RJO9iyutKAM/s1600-h/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crL0YN2fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RJO9iyutKAM/s320/babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660977979185650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a dumb question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3fTfB0ayNLE/s1600-h/happy+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3fTfB0ayNLE/s320/happy+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660982274152962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luck bastard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PX7mm-Tx4Kk/s1600-h/just+hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PX7mm-Tx4Kk/s320/just+hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660982274152994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And hell has another name.. It's called Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMUYN2jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/thTsHij1_4w/s1600-h/little+bastard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMUYN2jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/thTsHij1_4w/s320/little+bastard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660986569120306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking pervert...( and by the way, yes I know there's a typo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_cspEYN2kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oSOW1NhnqEE/s1600-h/neighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_cspEYN2kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oSOW1NhnqEE/s320/neighbour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185662580001987138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn.. 25bucks?! Come on mann.. It's a spoilt brat!! Get it spoilt? Fuck you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Anyways.. As usual.. Here's my poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The island of the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lots of broken dreams..&lt;br /&gt;Where I see the people's faces&lt;br /&gt;plague with sins..&lt;br /&gt;So much pain..&lt;br /&gt;So much despair..&lt;br /&gt;Plus "leaders" with no compassion..&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it harder to bare..&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn crooks..&lt;br /&gt;Fucking liars..&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn bastards..&lt;br /&gt;Trying to start a "fire"..&lt;br /&gt;Putting us in a "coffin"..&lt;br /&gt;And nailing it tight..&lt;br /&gt;But refuse to bury us..&lt;br /&gt;Cause it wouldn't be right..&lt;br /&gt;They claim they'll help us..&lt;br /&gt;Though I've no idea how...&lt;br /&gt;It's like they ask us to enter..&lt;br /&gt;Then forced us to bow..&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;And all up to fate...&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't wait for the day..&lt;br /&gt;When they're all fucking dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was written on the 1st of June 2007.. If you're a poor or normal "incomed"  Singaporean... You should remember this fucking date... Damn bastards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-1872895545305189825?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/1872895545305189825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=1872895545305189825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1872895545305189825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1872895545305189825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-stupid-people.html' title='I love stupid people...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_crMEYN2hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dXzwP2fgEW8/s72-c/jesuseatsthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8936622120293603485</id><published>2008-04-04T14:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:12:37.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gombak  utd suck ass...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badly drawn comics...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braindeadgenius'/><title type='text'>Daa daa Dee.. Daa Daa Duu(means fuck off in gibberish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mann.. As I was on the bus just now... TV-mobile was on... And there was this ad.. It was a soccer match.. Don't get me wrong.. I love soccer.. I love to see a bunch retards running around trying to hump a ball... I don't see anything wrong with that... Do you? Anyways.. Back to  the ad... It was an S-league match.. Some China team against Singapore's Gombak United or whatever... The China team's logo was fine... But check out Gombak's logo... Holy cow!! And I mean COW!! Shit.. When I saw it.. It nearly scared the shit out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_XLZUYN2cI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZCem4TWExi8/s1600-h/GombakUnitedFC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_XLZUYN2cI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZCem4TWExi8/s320/GombakUnitedFC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274181814442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm surprised they ain't top of the table.. I mean.. With a mascot like that.. What the fuck you think happens when the team loses... Wait.. When they win I'm sure they'll celebrate.. And when... Never mind.. Forget this shit... Anyways.. I wanna post a poem.. But then.. I'm kinda lazy.. But.. Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_XhlkYN2eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6vScYQQ6Z4A/s1600-h/Lzandbdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_XhlkYN2eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6vScYQQ6Z4A/s320/Lzandbdg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185298581523651042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the shit.. Enjoy(or fuck off)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we judge..&lt;br /&gt;When we have no right..&lt;br /&gt;We always discriminate &amp;amp; love&lt;br /&gt;upon first sight..&lt;br /&gt;We act like we care..&lt;br /&gt;In fact we don't..&lt;br /&gt;We cut through everything..&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the world tattered &amp;amp; torn..&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck..&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a shit..&lt;br /&gt;All this people&lt;br /&gt;just makes me sick..&lt;br /&gt;I bled my own blood..&lt;br /&gt;For far too long..&lt;br /&gt;You fuckers better get ready..&lt;br /&gt;I'm bout to drop the "bomb"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look.. This was done spontaneously(freestyle or whatever you fuckers call it).. So fuck off if it's not up to your standard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I kinda forgot to put this part in.. Thanks to Wikipedia for that "wonderful" Gombak United Mascot logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since a few people wanted to know bout more bout the Lep Zeppelin song Stairway to Heaven(god.. What have you been listening to people? Seriously.. One of Robert Plant's best).. I did a Google search and I found the link... It contains both normal and the reverse part of the song(sorry it ain't the full song, just one verse)... Click &lt;a href="http://www.goyk.com/flash.asp?path=1312"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8936622120293603485?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8936622120293603485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8936622120293603485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8936622120293603485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8936622120293603485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/daa-daa-dee-daa-daa-duumeans-fuck-off.html' title='Daa daa Dee.. Daa Daa Duu(means fuck off in gibberish)'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_XLZUYN2cI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZCem4TWExi8/s72-c/GombakUnitedFC.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6715546738480361284</id><published>2008-04-03T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:39:23.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing.. Don&apos;t bother reading...'/><title type='text'>This post contains no comics or poems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay.. Let me start off by saying to my colleague Alan... I apologize.. Why? Alan posed as a pussy boy on my blog in the evening and "playfully"(&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;amp;postID=4039581297762046922"&gt;click here to read it&lt;/a&gt;) insulted my comics and poems.. But when he read my response(but I think Dino's response was the main reason) he kinda got worried.. So he called me to explain.. I don't really care.. But then.. I don't want any beef with him since he is someone I get along with(yes.. There are people at work who I don't consider losers)... So thats the end of part 1 of this post.. Now for part 2... An old friend called me up... Some dude from National Service.. First of all.. The people from the Police Academy are assholes.. I hate them... They hate me.. Why? Cause they suck shit.. They can't stand it cause I'm so much better than them...  Why do I hate them? Cause they are losers... Anyways.. There are a few exceptions.. A few alright guys(and I mean a few but then again only a few people can get along with me)... Well.. As I was saying.. A friend from National Service called me up... And he said he was getting married and I was invited.. Naturally.. I thought to myself... "Fuck wedding gifts.. There goes bout a hundred bucks"... So I met up with him to collect the "wedding invitation card"... And after that on my way home.. I was thinking to myself.. He's the most "happy go lucky" guy in the squad.. And now he probably is the first in the squad(or the first in the squad that I can get along with) who is bout to get married... What the fuck.. Mann.. What next? Me? Wait no... Mann.. I better stop here.. Plus Azumanga Daioh is on now... Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. I'm pretty much sure there's a lot of errors in this post.. As I'm really tired.. So I'm not bothered to do any spelling and grammatical error checks.. So you spot any... Please call 1900-suck-a-cock... Leave a message... Hopefully someone will get back to you... Assholes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6715546738480361284?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6715546738480361284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6715546738480361284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6715546738480361284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6715546738480361284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-post-contains-no-comics-or-poems.html' title='This post contains no comics or poems...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4039581297762046922</id><published>2008-04-03T12:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:56:52.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badly drawn comics...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Do people really care for titles on a post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it's been a fucked up day so far.. What's new? On the way to work I saw a pussy boy and tranny(And to Liz.. It's pussy boy and tranny.. Not tranny girl.. Don't fucking call this creatures girls.. You're only insulting your kind).. I guess they were heading to school.. But then.. Stupid creatures? School? I know.. Doesn't make sense... Anyways.. They were waiting in the same queue as me so I had to listen to how stupid this creatures were.. The pussy boy said something bout being pissed with his parents for not allowing him to head to a club last night.. And he also mentioned if he went.. He wouldn't be getting any allowance for school today... Oh you poor poor child.. No allowance if you go.. Look you dumb-ass.. Stop whining.. Your parents work for that cash.. And now they have to give it to a dumb-ass who wanna party on "Ladies Night".. Mann... I should have kicked his ass(I mean literally kick it).. I'm looking around nowadays and I look at the youth.. I finally know the problem.. The parents.. The fucking parents... You know why I don't smoke? You know why I don't do drugs? Cause my dad fucked me up as a kid.. And I'm grateful for it.. Beat your freaking kids.. Not for the wrong reasons of course.. Here's a few examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_RqPEYN2YI/AAAAAAAAADM/BK3JTFY9R6Y/s1600-h/child+abuse+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_RqPEYN2YI/AAAAAAAAADM/BK3JTFY9R6Y/s320/child+abuse+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184885878116178306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. The kid didn't meet your expectation.. But still.. He did well.. And if you are gonna fuck him up for that.. 20years down the road.. You'll be in an Old foggy's Home, asshole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_Ruf0YN2ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/OOotx-1mlGM/s1600-h/child+disipline+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_Ruf0YN2ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/OOotx-1mlGM/s320/child+disipline+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184890563925498258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I don't really need to explain this one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_R0PkYN2aI/AAAAAAAAADc/oLYJGrDnPd0/s1600-h/child+abuse+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_R0PkYN2aI/AAAAAAAAADc/oLYJGrDnPd0/s320/child+abuse+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184896881822390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kid wants cash for school.. And he/she already has a part-time job.. It's fine.. Yes they wanna be independent.. But that doesn't mean they won't need a little HELP once in awhile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_R4gUYN2bI/AAAAAAAAADk/12OPXcuDFxk/s1600-h/child+disipline+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_R4gUYN2bI/AAAAAAAAADk/12OPXcuDFxk/s320/child+disipline+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184901567631710642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. In all seriousness.. Most kids are actually doing this... And of course.. It annoys me.. Why? Cause if those trannies get pregnant there's gonna be more rotten creatures in this world.. So please.. Make an effort.. Beat your kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. Remember.. I'm not for child abuse.. I'm talking bout child discipline..  There's a huge fucking difference... And now of  course the poem.. What? You thought I forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two little kids making out&lt;br /&gt;in the bus..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's true love..&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not lust..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the boy isn't thinking&lt;br /&gt;bout sex..&lt;br /&gt;And the girl definitely not wanting&lt;br /&gt;her first climax..&lt;br /&gt;The two little kids were&lt;br /&gt;in their uniforms..&lt;br /&gt;Bet even the front of the bus&lt;br /&gt;could hear the moans &amp;amp; groans..&lt;br /&gt;Inspired to be actors..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they are..&lt;br /&gt;They next big thing in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;Our future Porn Stars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though this shit was written a few months back.. I think this would be the best time to post it.. Well.. Till next post kiddies.. Remember if you don't fuck your kids up.. Someone else might...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4039581297762046922?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4039581297762046922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4039581297762046922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4039581297762046922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4039581297762046922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-its-been-fucked-up-day-so-far.html' title='Do people really care for titles on a post?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_RqPEYN2YI/AAAAAAAAADM/BK3JTFY9R6Y/s72-c/child+abuse+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-677866826539822536</id><published>2008-04-02T12:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:09:15.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herpes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carousel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems and yeah more vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>I'm in an endless pool........ Of stupidity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today seems like a nice day.. Besides the fact those stupid colleagues of mine asking me why can't I draw nicer for my comics.. First of all... This ain't a comic site... You see the link there.. It states Addicted to Crack... Click there.. That's a comic site, stupid(Penny Arcade is a comic site too).. I don't really do comics.. And if I did.. It'll be more offensive than funny.. And of course.. I wouldn't wanna hurt your feelings... But I'll post some of my older comics.. I don't really want it to go to waste.. So I'll use it to piss you off(or just to make you go blind)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MQUEYN2WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gtKunJONMfs/s1600-h/first+date1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MQUEYN2WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gtKunJONMfs/s320/first+date1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184505532992313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay okay.. On to my normal shit... Here's my poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wakes up every morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;struggling outta bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staring at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while talking to the demons living in his head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shivers in front of the basin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then crumbles to his knees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every moment's a living hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like time just fucking freeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So he reaches for his 'freedom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; lets himself go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He sucks up his 'freedom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till he sinks to a new low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucked up &amp;amp; wasted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but he struggles to his feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday he continues this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though he wakes up feeling like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So he robs &amp;amp; steal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in order to be 'free'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaining 'freedom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the cost of his very own dignity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 'loser &amp;amp; a sucker'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all rolled into one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost in this cycle till his days are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my first.. So it's a personal favourite.. If you hate it.. Well.. Fuck you.. If you don't.... Thanks(what? you expecting me to say fuck you too?)...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yeah... Thanks to LP for inspiring me to write this poem(right.. LP's reading this shit now)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-677866826539822536?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/677866826539822536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=677866826539822536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/677866826539822536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/677866826539822536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-endless-pool-of-stupidity.html' title='I&apos;m in an endless pool........ Of stupidity...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MQUEYN2WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gtKunJONMfs/s72-c/first+date1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5255792924774549316</id><published>2008-04-02T00:16:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:16:46.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deathstroke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit... deadpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trannies'/><title type='text'>Fuck you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll start off by saying this... Nicole... That is Deathstroke... Death motherfucking Stroke.. He ain't Deadpool.. That motherfucker is just tard.. He's Marvel character who wanna be like DeathStroke but just doesn't have the balls... You know he what he said when the fans ask him why he doesn't appear in the DC crossovers?!! Cause he's afraid the fans might mistaken him for a certain DC villain... Well.. If you stop wearing the same costume as that certain villain.. Maybe people won't mistaken your ass for that Kickass villain.. My opinion is.. Deadpool WANNA be mistaken for Deathstroke cause nobody wanna buy his pussy comics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MIj0YN2VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YukXNnUS9tQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MIj0YN2VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YukXNnUS9tQ/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184497007482231122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at him!! Standing like a dick! Fucking pussy! "Merc with a mouth"... More like "Merc With a Pussy for a Mouth"!! And you know what's more pathetic? In the new X-men movie... "X-men-Wolverine's Origin"(which will be out in next year May)... Deadpool's in it.. Well.. I have to admit... There's one thing that is cool bout him.. He has the same healing factor powers as Wolverine.. But still.. Deathstroke can still kick his ass...... With one hand tied behind his back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J7jkYN2UI/AAAAAAAAACs/2R9Q2fmjpO0/s1600-h/Deathstroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J7jkYN2UI/AAAAAAAAACs/2R9Q2fmjpO0/s320/Deathstroke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184341972047747394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is DeathStroke&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Nicole... See what the fuck you've done.. You made me sound like a fan boy.. Anyways...  The main reason for my post tonight is... What is up with some of the guys in Singapore nowadays? I mean... They act so damn tough.. Walking with their little tranny(remember.. This is our lingo for annoying women not actual transexuals) girlfriends.. And some wearing some rock or metal band T-shirt.. Like maybe.. Cradle of filth, Funeral for a friend, Dark funeral etc... Then what do this fuckers do? Blast fucking pop tunes on their MP3 phones... GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING PUSSIES!!! What are you??!! Stupid?!! No.. Wait.. Don't answer me... Don't fucking answer me... You'll just piss me off more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. There's no poem tonight.. I'll post one tomorrow.. Technically it is my off day.. But I'll not leave you folks empty handed.. This is for the pussy boys and their tranny girlfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3pkYN2QI/AAAAAAAAACM/P-Wb2l1ezJA/s1600-h/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3pkYN2QI/AAAAAAAAACM/P-Wb2l1ezJA/s320/stupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184337677080451330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3p0YN2RI/AAAAAAAAACU/aH5hg_hSC6k/s1600-h/stupid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3p0YN2RI/AAAAAAAAACU/aH5hg_hSC6k/s320/stupid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184337681375418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3qEYN2SI/AAAAAAAAACc/P1hVBdUwZhw/s1600-h/stupid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3qEYN2SI/AAAAAAAAACc/P1hVBdUwZhw/s320/stupid3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184337685670385954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3qkYN2TI/AAAAAAAAACk/AA8SHiXXVO4/s1600-h/stupid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_J3qkYN2TI/AAAAAAAAACk/AA8SHiXXVO4/s320/stupid4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184337694260320562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.. This was done to mock those idiots.. So don't ask why is my art so bad.. I did it in 20mins.. So don't fucking ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way.. Thanks to Wikipedia for the Deadpool Pic(yes I altered it)... And Thanks to hall of heroes for the kickass Deathstroke pic.. And thanks to all the Pussy boys and trannies for giving the inspiration to make that stupid comic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5255792924774549316?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5255792924774549316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5255792924774549316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5255792924774549316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5255792924774549316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you....'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R_MIj0YN2VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YukXNnUS9tQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3149919498435384561</id><published>2008-03-31T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:56:51.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ummm.. yeah vacation too.. and yeah.. fall..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Stupid,stupid,stupid.. And of course... Stupid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The only reason I'm here is to post the poem.. I'm tired.. I wanna sleep.. Though supposedly I'm on leave tomorrow.. But of course.. I need to meet someone ... Why would people leave me alone on my day off.. And talking bout day offs... Why is it you have to use excuses like being or feeling sick in order to get for a off day.. Why can't you feel great? Why can't you wake up in the morning and say.. "Fuck.. I feel great.. I'm gonna fucking call my boss and take the day off cause I feel great"!! We keep saying shit like "I have a job"... "I own a job"... But in all seriousness.. Don't the fucking job owns you? Well.. Enough of nonsense.. On to my poem.. Wait... Isn't the poems considered nonsense too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; may I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Are they really something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to love &amp;amp; trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They may produce us offspring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a necessity of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But they also seem to produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lotsa murmurs &amp;amp; sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demons in disguise or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;angels on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankly the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still isn't clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though they may need us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as much as we need them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But definitely I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;label them as "god-sent"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are girls really evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'm not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But one thing is for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Some of them&lt;/span&gt; are bitches &amp;amp; goddamn whores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filthy little creatures with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;their filthy fucking lies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember, don't trust something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that bleed for 5 days and doesn't die.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To you people who wanna label me as a women hater... Read those words in red, stupid... I don't hate women.. Just at times I just wonder what the fuck I'm suppose to do(or say) just so I won't get a kick in the face... Words from a wise man(my dad, who else)... The greatest mystery ain't the fucking Gospel... It's my wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3149919498435384561?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3149919498435384561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3149919498435384561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3149919498435384561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3149919498435384561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupidstupidstupid-and-of-course-stupid.html' title='Stupid,stupid,stupid.. And of course... Stupid..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-970955825704883441</id><published>2008-03-31T12:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:52:26.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch... She&apos;s a stupid Bitch...'/><title type='text'>To you know who you are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Usually I don't wanna fuck someone up on my blog... Cause that's what a bitch would do... But then... As I was reading some shit(at work of course!) up.. I found out what bitch really means.. Besides female dog of course... And yes.. Back to this bitch.. Tell me.. Why do bitches have to ruin everyone's fun? What's the deal with that you whore?!! Do you really have to make a big fucking deal outta everything? Just to let you know bitch(thats her new name) is a girl.. A girl from work.. Who loves sucking ____(fill in the blank).... Oops.. Did I hurt you feelings? Good.. Thats for spoiling my fun... And don't worry.. No one will know who the fuck you are... But hell.. You damn well know I'm talking bout you.. And that's enough for me... Yeah... Here's the "true" definition of Bitch.. Besides female dog that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Noun: Bitch (&lt;i&gt;bich&lt;/i&gt;):  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;li&gt;  A miserable person who sucks all joy and happiness out of life, and  makes life a little less worth living by her consistently shitty attitude. When  not complaining, her drama and gossip will fill the void.  He or she (but usually  she) refuses to do something with a group, and will forego hanging out with said  group unless they're doing something she wants to do.  She will put her interest ahead  of others every single time, just for the sake of being a bitch.  A bitch hates fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey guys, sorry we can't check out that cool new Brazilian restaurant, Janet is being a bitch."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;!--&lt;li&gt;  An obnoxious bitch people can't stand to be around.  Normally, using the word I'm  defining in the definition of said word wouldn't make sense, but I've read this  sentence four times now, and I'll be damned if it's not crystal clear to me.  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;p&gt;--&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  A status you assume when you take one in the pooper while incarcerated.  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;  What you become when you fail at pool, bowling, Quake, english, math, Street Fighter Alpha, etc.  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;  Having a thankless job where you work lots of overtime without pay while your boss  is on vacation.  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;Having to sit in the middle seat between two people in a car or plane.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;Being last in line to get cake or ice cream at a party.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;  Crying and throwing a tantrum about something nobody gives a shit about, including  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm not going to give you $6 for my share of an $11 pizza when all I  owe you is $5.50.  I shouldn't have to pay extra, waaaaaah!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  Having a high opinion of your looks and a sense of entitlement  when people compliment you.  Your ego is usually punctuated with a "hottie" shirt,  which makes you slightly less tolerable to be around than children, and slightly  more tolerable to be around than a saucer of goat cum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay.. I will post the poem tonight(my mind too fucked to write something new).. As most of you know my PC is up and running! I know, I know.. Hoozah! Hoozah! Yeah.. Yeah.. Long live me.. Sure.. Anyways to thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://maddox.xmission.com/"&gt;Maddox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for his definition.. Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. She didn't make me do work, just to let you know... She just annoys me with her endless yapping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-970955825704883441?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/970955825704883441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=970955825704883441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/970955825704883441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/970955825704883441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='To you know who you are...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-33542064493959169</id><published>2008-03-30T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:44:51.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I was God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well.. Thanks Kelly.. For the comment.. By the way dear girl.. I do not promote violence.. I just encourage it at times.. If you seen the world through my eyes.. You would to.. Anyways.. I was thinking to myself last night... Or rather this morning(try 4am in the morning)... What if I was God? I mean.. What if I got sick of being the ruler.. So I turn myself into a human(among all creatures, I had to choose the fucking stupidest)... And gave myself a fucked up life(just for the heck of it).. And of course.. Torture myself by surrounding myself with... Of course... Singaporeans.. Well.. I'm sure you darlings are asking... "Why would God do that? Why would he torture himself like that"... Well!! Since now that I think I'm God... I know the answer... Cause I created you.. If I was perfect.. I wouldn't have made such a mistake now right? I wouldn't create Adam or Eve.. I would create cute little bunnies hopping around Eden.. I would create chickens, turkeys, dog, cats... Of course I'll create crack... What's a world without crack right? But I didn't... I got the crack part right.. But fuck.. I had to create you humans... Okay.. Wait.. I gotta remember.. This is my theory... I haven't actually found any proof bout me being God.. So yeah.. Okay.. Gotta stop getting drunk in the morning... Fuck... Liz is so gonna fucking kill me when she reads this... Anyways.. On to the poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny's Letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bitch..&lt;br /&gt;I hate her so..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;just makes me go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crazy &amp;amp; angry&lt;br /&gt;sick to the core..&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;As I crumbled to&lt;br /&gt;the floor..&lt;br /&gt;Crumbled to floor&lt;br /&gt;cause of that day..&lt;br /&gt;That fateful day...&lt;br /&gt;That made me this way..&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the future..&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light..&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna happen tonight..&lt;br /&gt;There will be no forgiving..&lt;br /&gt;There will be no remorse..&lt;br /&gt;There will be only pain..&lt;br /&gt;Pain from my "sword"..&lt;br /&gt;As I end my letter now..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way..&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the "forest"..&lt;br /&gt;To hunt for my prey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Johny's letter..&lt;br /&gt;But is that the end for him?&lt;br /&gt;Will Johnny come to his senses?&lt;br /&gt;Or will he just commit the sin?&lt;br /&gt;The story is nearly over&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna find out more..&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the concluding episode...&lt;br /&gt;Of  "My First Love Story" Part 4.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well.. I hope you kiddies enjoyed that... Well.. I haven't quite thought of a proper ending for Johnny... Any suggestion is most welcome... Just no Unicorns and Gummy bears please.. Cause they're just gonna end up raped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-33542064493959169?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/33542064493959169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=33542064493959169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/33542064493959169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/33542064493959169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if-i-was-god.html' title='What if I was God?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2204922411015928482</id><published>2008-03-29T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:10:18.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braindead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Before I leave(my house)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally I put up my links.. The first one.. "Addictedtocrack" is a kick ass comic site done by none other... My friend Crack addict.. Check it out... Cause if you love my shit.. You definitely gonna love his... Well.. Penny arcade is pretty infamous.. If you fuckers never heard of Tycho and Gabe, I suggest you creatures take that keyboard(or the laptop) and shove it up your motherfucking ass... As for Maddox... Uh.. Just a disclaimer.. If you hate his shit... And I seriously am warning you.. No sarcasm.. Do not... I mean.. Do not send the guy hate mails.. He's just gonna piss you off more.. What? Don't be such a stupid fucker... Of course I didn't try... I'm insane.. Not stupid... Well.. That's that... And of course.. Here's the main reason why you people(exception for the trannies) visit this site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The demons in my head&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are wanting to be unleashed..&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell minions..&lt;br /&gt;Won't give me peace..&lt;br /&gt;They want me to kill..&lt;br /&gt;They want you dead...&lt;br /&gt;I am not lying..&lt;br /&gt;This is what they said..&lt;br /&gt;"Kill these creatures..&lt;br /&gt;Kill them all..&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop till&lt;br /&gt;the last one falls..&lt;br /&gt;They deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;by your hands..&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sin..&lt;br /&gt;It's all in 'his' plans"...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control this..&lt;br /&gt;They are getting too loud..&lt;br /&gt;So I allow them to take control&lt;br /&gt;as I black out...&lt;br /&gt;I start to obey,&lt;br /&gt;the voices in my head..&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;Those words are replayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kill these creatures..&lt;br /&gt;Kill them all..&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop till&lt;br /&gt;the last one falls..&lt;br /&gt;They deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;by your hands..&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sin..&lt;br /&gt;It's all in 'his' plans"...&lt;br /&gt;One by one...&lt;br /&gt;I watch them fall!&lt;br /&gt;I slash! I cut!&lt;br /&gt;Left broken like dolls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;Blood's on my face...&lt;br /&gt;Then I turn to last creature...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I said..&lt;br /&gt;"I have killed all these creatures..&lt;br /&gt;I have killed them all..&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop till,&lt;br /&gt;you the last one fall..&lt;br /&gt;You creatures deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;by my hands..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know it's not a sin..&lt;br /&gt;As it's part of 'his' plan"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.. That is one weird poem.. Did I really write that?? Mann.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2204922411015928482?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2204922411015928482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2204922411015928482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2204922411015928482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2204922411015928482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-leavemy-house.html' title='Before I leave(my house)....'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8709650257895304106</id><published>2008-03-28T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:18:18.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever the fuck you think it&apos;ll be about..'/><title type='text'>No time for titles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.. First things first... There will be no poem today.. I just wanna to say something thats all.. Look.. I don't know why is Crack Addict acting fucked up towards Nicole.. And overall.. It's none of my business... Let's just put it as this... We people always say shit like.. "I'm so in love.. I can't control it"... "I really like that person.. I can't help it"... If a person can't control love... Can't a person not control hatred too? If there is such a thing as love at first sight... Why not hate at first sight too? Look.. I know what Nicole is going through now is pretty tough... No sister(or brother) wanna to see their sibling in that situation.. But I can't stop Crack Addict from saying that shit.. And I ain't gonna stop him either... Why? Well.. The question is why should I? Nicole isn't complaining.. So why should everyone else... Anyways.. It's lunch-time.. So yeah.. Bye... I'm serious bout the no poem for the day thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8709650257895304106?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8709650257895304106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8709650257895304106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8709650257895304106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8709650257895304106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-time-for-titles.html' title='No time for titles....'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8361561938158314937</id><published>2008-03-27T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:05:21.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems and yeah more vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>WTF?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with all of you? 12 comments? This ain't a fucking dumping ground people... Damn you Nicole.. I'll put up a shout out box soon.. Once I feel like it.. Anyways.. Just in case you people get it twisted... My com is still down... I can only update at my workplace for now... Don't let anyone know.. Well now... I know.. I know... The  fucking poem.. &lt;/span&gt;Goddamn impatient.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm bout to quit...&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I've been&lt;br /&gt;jotting down shit..&lt;br /&gt;Is this a talent?&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;But the words keep coming to me&lt;br /&gt;like a flow..&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple..&lt;br /&gt;Like playing a game...&lt;br /&gt;But it makes no difference..&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's still the same..&lt;br /&gt;Same fucking bitches,&lt;br /&gt;breathing down my neck..&lt;br /&gt;Same fucking assholes,&lt;br /&gt;not cutting me slack...&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by bigots,&lt;br /&gt;sluts &amp;amp; idiots too..&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna be free from it all..&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna break loose..&lt;br /&gt;Impossible in this lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to where I'm from...&lt;br /&gt;Land of the stupid..&lt;br /&gt;Island of the wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are made&lt;br /&gt;to be broken, shattered or torn...&lt;br /&gt;And where the vain ugly&lt;br /&gt;creatures are actually born...&lt;br /&gt;Guess I gotta face reality&lt;br /&gt;instead of "living my dreams"...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta to do my 9 to 5...&lt;br /&gt;Then continue committing sins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days... 3 fucking days... I still feel like this... You bastards better thank God for Law...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8361561938158314937?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8361561938158314937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8361561938158314937&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8361561938158314937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8361561938158314937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/wtf.html' title='WTF?!!!'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-1985197681963295184</id><published>2008-03-23T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:43:17.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash and no vacation this time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well.. Just to get things straight.. That comment made by Crack Addict was a joke.. A freaking joke... Stop getting so defensive over it.. You guys won't take his other shit serious.. But this one you do... Well.. I'm feeling a little fucked(because I'm sick not for other reasons) so I'll just post the poem now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stuck in a 'coffin'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Running out of air..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;All sense of hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;has been changed with despair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alone in this darkness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;struggling in vain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Even if I escape, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have nothing to gain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I tend to lose focus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;as time goes by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fucked &amp;amp; wasted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;when I believed those lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess it's over as I close my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally I'm leaving this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;At last.... Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's it.. Goodbye.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-1985197681963295184?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/1985197681963295184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=1985197681963295184&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1985197681963295184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/1985197681963295184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-post.html' title='Another post'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8648181492992326894</id><published>2008-03-22T04:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:00:23.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems and yeah more vacation...'/><title type='text'>Do I really need a title for every fucking post??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright.. First things first... I need a damn shout-out box.... Seriously... Okay... The day has only begun and I already have a beef with the world.. Okay.. Technically it's just some dumb Singaporeans.. But yeah... Fuck them.. I'm gonna try not to be malevolent for today(yeah right.. Like that will happen)... Guess I'll just go  on with the first poem of the day(and probably the only one)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's sad nowadays&lt;br /&gt;looking at the youths...&lt;br /&gt;Wasted &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pathetic&lt;br /&gt;it's the fucking truth..&lt;br /&gt;Drinking &amp;amp; smoking&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of a trend..&lt;br /&gt;Please... Acting like that&lt;br /&gt;won't make you a man..&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the girls are the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;if they know what is shame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fear for the worst&lt;br /&gt;if this is what it's like..&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to judge..&lt;br /&gt;As I have no "right"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would to write more(honest!).. But well.. I think sleep is more important.. One more you say?? Oh well........... Nah.. So fuck off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8648181492992326894?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8648181492992326894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8648181492992326894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8648181492992326894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8648181492992326894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-i-really-need-title-for-every.html' title='Do I really need a title for every fucking post??'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2565997366425717650</id><published>2008-03-20T13:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:31:27.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story part3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems and yeah more vacation...'/><title type='text'>Different day... Same fucking shit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well.. To start things off.. I have to apologize bout yesterday.. I know I said I'll write another poem later in the day but I didn't.. Well... I was uh... Busy.. Really!! I was... Doing... Something.. Which was confidential.. Very confidential.. Well.. Anyways I came across something just now.. I'm not sure if it's well known but just had to share it with you darlings(well I know this shit might make me lose a few readers but fuck it)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R-H6OEYN2II/AAAAAAAAABI/pW8Ju5O2hzA/s1600-h/Singapore_Slut_Cheaper_than_Ice_Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R-H6OEYN2II/AAAAAAAAABI/pW8Ju5O2hzA/s320/Singapore_Slut_Cheaper_than_Ice_Cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179696166053206146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mann.. Cheaper than Nachos, baby.. But the guy kinda got rob.. I've seen some go for less than 5bucks.. Yep.. I already see my hits dropping.. But I understand.. Normal people usually hate the truth.. I'm not saying you're normal.. I'm just saying thats one thing you creatures have in common with normal people.. Well.. Here's something else(just love twisting the knife in the wound after the fucking stab)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R-H9SkYN2JI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hSd5zCzEU4Y/s1600-h/so+romantic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R-H9SkYN2JI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hSd5zCzEU4Y/s320/so+romantic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179699541897500818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah.. I know.. Looks like crap.. What did you expect from a less than 5mins job.. Anyways on to my usual shit now.. Here goes... My first love story part three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny sat alone&lt;br /&gt;with his bottle of Gin..&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the wall..&lt;br /&gt;Looking a little grim..&lt;br /&gt;Replaying that moment&lt;br /&gt;of rejection in his head..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he turned to&lt;br /&gt;the mirror &amp;amp; he said..&lt;br /&gt;"I know I'm ugly &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I look like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But thats who I am,&lt;br /&gt;thats how I'm made..&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn Bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;Thinks she goddamn great!!"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Johnny's love&lt;br /&gt;turns to hate..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's wanna get that&lt;br /&gt;bitch &amp;amp; break her face..&lt;br /&gt;But Johnny starts to&lt;br /&gt;ponder how she tastes..&lt;br /&gt;Cause beating her to death&lt;br /&gt;would be no good..&lt;br /&gt;Now Johnny looks hungry..&lt;br /&gt;And Johnny wants some "food"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.. A friend of mine just got rejected by some bitch.. And no.. This story isn't bout him.. Johnny's just a fucking fictional character.. I don't find stalking funny.. Well.. Maybe a little.. But Anyways.. Don't take my shit seriously.. It's just for fun(Mann.. Just love living around geniuses)... Btw.. Thanks to&lt;/span&gt; www.anvari.org for the first pic.. Well.. Till next time kiddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2565997366425717650?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2565997366425717650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2565997366425717650&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2565997366425717650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2565997366425717650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-day-same-fucking-shit.html' title='Different day... Same fucking shit...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R-H6OEYN2II/AAAAAAAAABI/pW8Ju5O2hzA/s72-c/Singapore_Slut_Cheaper_than_Ice_Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2620283375259433568</id><published>2008-03-19T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:33:22.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am Legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>What the fuck??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't check this shithole for one fucking day and the both of you(you know damn well who you are) start fucking(not literally damn it) around.. Well.. It's nearly lunchtime.. And of course.. Thats my most favourite(why does the Americans hate the letter U so much) hour during work.. And so.. I'm just gonna go straight to the poem.. I have another.. Which I'll write after work.. Or during... Or never.. We'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so&lt;br /&gt;alone and my head's starting to break..&lt;br /&gt;My brain isn't quite functioning&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;due to the few loose screws in my head..&lt;br /&gt;I ignore all the creatures&lt;br /&gt;as they plant stares at me..&lt;br /&gt;Please I cannot turn into them..&lt;br /&gt;"God hear my plea!"&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many friends "turned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sad as that may be..&lt;br /&gt;But I will find a cure..&lt;br /&gt;I will find it... You'll see..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a dream..&lt;br /&gt;But it's a dream worth having..&lt;br /&gt;A world without this creatures..&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful dream..&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue hoping for&lt;br /&gt;that day to come..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just kill them..&lt;br /&gt;That'll be more fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.. I kinda used the movie(or book) "I am Legend"  for some inspiration... But in all seriousness.. Why not just fucking kill them?? Or let them be.. I mean save them? Seriously now.. I think he's been so alone for so damn long he forgot how fucked up humans are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2620283375259433568?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2620283375259433568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2620283375259433568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2620283375259433568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2620283375259433568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck??'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3879773871829400097</id><published>2008-03-17T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:26:02.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle K..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>An introduction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just in case people start wondering who is Uncle K.. He is a fictitious character..  We kinda consider him as a tachyon.. Okay.. Perhaps he really does exist(I know I sound crazy, but believe me.. This shit been going around for bout 2 years).. And yes.. I wrote a poem bout him.. Probably that would give you little darlings a clearer(and probably scarier) picture... Anyways... You know how I've always shit bout how much I "love" my country? Well... When I thought my "love" reached it's limit.. This motherfuckers had to pull more shit and make my already "living hell life" a more um... Living hell.. Well.. All I'll say to them is.. "I wanna rip off your fucking eyes".. Period.. Hope thats enough for their puny little brains(if they have one that is)... Well.. Enough said.. Here is the story of the Candy man aka Uncle K,Ken-ken the clown... Uh.. Specky chubby man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my story&lt;br /&gt;of the candy-man..&lt;br /&gt;He walks real funny&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its part of his plan..&lt;br /&gt;He's a "happy" person&lt;br /&gt;if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;You'll be "happy" too&lt;br /&gt;if you seen what we've seen..&lt;br /&gt;Oh,what tragic..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what pain..&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of this shit&lt;br /&gt;is driving me insane..&lt;br /&gt;The language he&lt;br /&gt;speaks is different from us..&lt;br /&gt;The language of the birds..&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask..&lt;br /&gt;When you turn 16&lt;br /&gt;start to fear..&lt;br /&gt;That is exceptional&lt;br /&gt;if you're a girl..&lt;br /&gt;You may think it's a joke..&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm saying this for fun..&lt;br /&gt;But once you see him&lt;br /&gt;you better run..&lt;br /&gt;Of course it won't help..&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool..&lt;br /&gt;He  just wants you to run&lt;br /&gt;as it's part of the rules..&lt;br /&gt;Rules to a game&lt;br /&gt;which he invents..&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple game called&lt;br /&gt; "chase the man"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man or men depends&lt;br /&gt;on how many..&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's those who&lt;br /&gt;multiply like good ol "Mani(inside joke)"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;from all this madness..&lt;br /&gt;But in his world&lt;br /&gt;there is no sadness..&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone's so happy,&lt;br /&gt;happy &amp;amp; free..&lt;br /&gt;Wait did I say free?&lt;br /&gt;Oh silly me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told you I was crazy.. Well.. I got another one.. But I'll leave that piece of shit for tomorrow.. Till then kiddies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3879773871829400097?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3879773871829400097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3879773871829400097&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3879773871829400097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3879773871829400097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/introduction.html' title='An introduction...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5409881563492976665</id><published>2008-03-16T12:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:06:11.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and only god knows wtf I&apos;m talking bout..'/><title type='text'>Fuck this title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Well.. It's raining again.. No.. I'm not complaining bout the rain.. I love the rain.. Not when I'm caught in it..&lt;br /&gt;    But yeah.. Yesterday as I was at home chatting with someone on Messenger.. She asked me a question.. She's a colleague.. Not a close friend.. In all seriousness.. I hate calling my colleagues, friends(Sorry Xingyi.. And if you decide to commit the mortal sin, I'm keeping your VF5)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways.. She asked what school I was from.. Before I could answer she said.. "I don't understand you.. Why do you work there?" So I answered.. Why not?? And of course.. How silly of me.. Cause of the way I talk.. She thought I was a Degree holder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a Uni grad? Oh.. Fuck.. Look.. I know that was a compliment.. But I'm trying to state a point.. I know I live a country filled with megalomaniacs,sycophants and of course those motherfucking nitpickers.. I know you think I'm nitpicking too right? No wait.. You fuckers have no idea what I talking bout now right? Well.. Just not to get things twisted.. I'm from a dumbass polytechnic.. Yes.. Those good for nothing creatures.. Those that you abhor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But wait.. This one uses words I don't understand, you say.. That cannot be.. Aren't they suppose to be stupid? ..... No.. But probably you are.. Why Mr Eurasian Man you question? For having bigotry thoughts! You bastards are bout to throw me into a conniption(no seriously)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which believe me.. If that happens.. I will usurp(isn't this a cute word) your little throne by any diabolical means.. Okay okay.. Maybe that was a bit much.. I wouldn't wanna steal anything from you creatures anyway.. Well.. Back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say is.. Not all Uni grads speak perfect English..  And not all "N","O" and Nitec Holders, Poly grads  or even primary school drop outs speaks perfect Singlish.. The paper doesn't make the person.. So next time you wanna judge someone... Don't make it sooooo.. Whats that word? Hypothetical... Well.. Anyways lets just end this with a nice poem shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Destruction &amp;amp; chaos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;that's what we are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guns &amp;amp; ammo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nicotine &amp;amp; tar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Killing ourselves or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;murdering each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Forget evolution, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cause we go no further..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Without proper guidance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;we are blinded and lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Losing to temptation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;greed &amp;amp; lust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The course is set..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The end is near..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Us 'kings' shall fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&amp;amp; cower in fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well then.. Thats all folks.. Mann.. I hate porky pig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5409881563492976665?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5409881563492976665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5409881563492976665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5409881563492976665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5409881563492976665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-this-title.html' title='Fuck this title'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-473187212728137039</id><published>2008-03-15T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:18:49.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premonition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>God could you stop the world now? I wanna get off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mann.. I'm telling you.. I had the most fucked(okay I had worse) dream... I was watching the news.. And one of the stories was bout a woman who was snipe down in a bus for saying she had a F16 jet-fighter in her toilet.. The government considered her a threat so they ordered the commando unit to put a bullet through her tiny little head.. But then later investigation(yes they checked her toilet, told you this dream was fucked up)proved they were .. Well... Wrong(big surprise eh?).. They found out she was joking with her friend.. People.. Somehow.. I got a feeling this is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;premonition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for worse shit to come.. Basically God wants me to know.. That I'm gonna get fucked big time and there ain't a fucking thing I can do.. Which is just fucking beautiful.. Even in my dreams shit happens.. Well.. Here's one poem dedicated to the greatest creation.. Something you motherfuckers can never understand and control... Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Shortage of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I have lots to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Time just passes so quickly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;faster each day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But time will not end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;neither will it stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Why should it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Time could be God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;No one truly controls it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it just flows &amp;amp; flows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Reverse it you can't, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;that I'm sure you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'You do not have Time'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Believe it or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Do not believe me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well... Just look at your clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love it or hate it.. Can't fail to respect it's beauty.. Time... I salute you.. For fucking every human being's life.. Whether it was deliberate or not.. If anyone can make humans life a living hell, it's you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I did say this morning I'll write you something.. So here it is.. It's not based on the previous post.. But still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a path,&lt;br /&gt;without any motive or sight..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps except&lt;br /&gt;that little guiding light..&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;thats for me..&lt;br /&gt;Find myself a place so&lt;br /&gt;I can see..&lt;br /&gt;For I am blinded&lt;br /&gt;by the filth..&lt;br /&gt;All that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;lies,lust &amp;amp; guilt..&lt;br /&gt;Creatures &amp;amp; bloodsuckers&lt;br /&gt;everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Living in this "home"&lt;br /&gt;that is so unfair..&lt;br /&gt;Where the rich robs the poor&lt;br /&gt;outta every cent..&lt;br /&gt;Plus those bastards&lt;br /&gt;then act like they give a damn..&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes of course&lt;br /&gt;we'll help the poor!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But all they have to do&lt;br /&gt;is pay us more!!"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now&lt;br /&gt;what do they take us for?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of retards&lt;br /&gt;trying to screw the door?&lt;br /&gt;Sick &amp;amp; tired&lt;br /&gt;of this place..&lt;br /&gt;I need somewhere&lt;br /&gt;to rest my head..&lt;br /&gt;This "home" is so hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; "oh so wrong"..&lt;br /&gt;One day I know..&lt;br /&gt;I'll find somewhere that I'll belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can dream can I? Or you fuckers wanna take that away too??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-473187212728137039?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/473187212728137039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=473187212728137039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/473187212728137039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/473187212728137039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-could-you-stop-world-now-i-wanna.html' title='God could you stop the world now? I wanna get off..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4385697725575895100</id><published>2008-03-15T04:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:09:19.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches and very smart cabbies..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Just another fucked up day(It never ends does it?)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The beauty of this country is that every single time I head out.. Whether to work.. Or for fun(yes, I do occasionally have fun without murdering anyone) I get to see how stupid we humans(I ain't gonna discriminate just Singapore alone anymore) really are.. First of all.. I'm Eurasian(Uraysian for you idiots).. Mix heritage.. Mix blood.. Halfling.. Fucking whatever man.. I don't give a rat's ass on how you motherfuckers view me.. Just don't look at me like you fucking know me.. Cause if you fucking catch me on the wrong day.. I will stick my hand into your little pie-hole... Reach for your fucking heart and pull it out.. Throw that piece of shit you call a heart on the ground.. Then fucking pee on it... Okay.. Now after all that is said.. Let me tell you why I'm so pissed.. Don't wanna listen? Well fuck you.. It's my blog.. So fucking read(that wasn't a request).. As I was heading home in a cab.. The brilliant cab driver decided that he wanted a burger.. But guess he didn't have enough cash.. So he thought of a plan to get some extra dollars.. Screw the customer who is riding with him.. 'Let's just go a big circle and just make this fucker pay more"!!  Why  not? He looks like he's fucked anyway.. So why not fuck him up some more!!  Yay!! Free burger!! Anyways.. As I alighted the cab and said a Fuck you(just kidding) to his face.. I headed towards my favourite place in the whole wide world.....  7-11.. Well as I was walking I saw two bitches at a park bench.. I thought.. Oh.. Lookie.. Bedok loonies.. Aren't they.... Before I could finish that little sentence in my puny head.. Those bitches had to say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch no1:Aiiiii.. Why got ang moh down here.. Never see ang moh walking around here before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchno2: Aiya.. Must maybe live on the condo that side lo.. I see him around here before la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna listen anymore.. I just fucking put on my music and blasted shit till my ears bled.. Fuckers.. If you fucking wanna shit bout someone.. Whether naughty or nice.. Do it when the person can't hear you.. Or better yet.. Just shut your trap.. Not everyone wants to know your fucking opinion bout them.. Especially me.. I know what they said weren't offensive.. But what do they mean? I have to be loaded cause I look white? Do we really have to stereotype  others in that manner? Why is race such a factor? We claim to live in a racial harmony society but I hear shit like this often.. If they find out you're half(or part) Caucasian you get treated differently.. Why? Why can't people be more.... Raceless.. Forget race.. Forget colour.. I'm pretty much sick of this shit.. We keep wanting to reach for new heights.. But we can't even tackle the most simplest obstacle... We can't even allow ourselves to see that we are the same... Job prospect.. Homes.. School.. Race is always a factor.. And probably it will always be.. Humans.. Sad creatures we are.. But one thing is for sure.. Your maker is so fucking ashamed of you he(or she) fucking abandon your asses a long time ago.. Fuck.. If I were God.. I'll do the same.. Well.. I don't have the mood to write a poem now.. Probably do it later.. When it's not bout to hit 5am in the morning.. Not sure bout you darlings.. But my brain works better when I get sleep.. Till then.. Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4385697725575895100?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4385697725575895100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4385697725575895100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4385697725575895100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4385697725575895100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-fucked-up-dayit-never-ends.html' title='Just another fucked up day(It never ends does it?)..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5960702927998200218</id><published>2008-03-13T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:08:55.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporeans'/><title type='text'>Seems like the shit has just started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I have shit bout how brilliant we(I'm forced to say "we") Singaporeans are.. But as I started watching TV(yes I was watching the Telly at work.. The little things I look forward to) and I saw a few ads.. One was bout fucking family abuse.. I mean.. I'm against family violence but that fucking ad was a pathetic attempt by Singaporeans to show how much we care.. Fuck.. I mean.. The dad takes a bottle.. Then some robotic bitch's voice comes on, talks bout how fucking dangerous a glass bottle can be(Oh silly me.. Of course we didn't know that) then they show a little boy saying? "Where are we going?"... 6 months later they were at the beach having fun.. What the fuck?!!! Fuck you man!! You son of a bitches really think it's that simple?? The motherfucker hit his wife with a fucking glass bottle(Ever got hit by a glass bottle? Try it)!! And it was made by Nanyang or Ngee ann Poly.. Jesus Christ.. And another shit.. Why is there another fucking beauty contest? A bunch of fucking ugly bitches(seriously.. I am not kidding.. It's like crap eventually had to take a crap) who thinks a little too highly of themselves.. "You are the One" thats the title.. Superficial, shallow.. What ever happened to talent? I'm fucking sick of this.. And one more thing.. Has Singapore forgot bout Good Ol' Mas Selamat? Serious.. It's like they gave up.. I mean I would to.. Seriously.. If after 2 weeks I can't catch a limping fugitive I'll retire too(wouldn't you?)... Well enough rattling.. Here's a little something for our boys in blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey Mr Policeman!&lt;br /&gt;That guy punched me!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait a fucking minute now?&lt;br /&gt;You let him go free?!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with you?!&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see??&lt;br /&gt;That stupid motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;just punched me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey what the fuck you doing?!!&lt;br /&gt;Why you arresting me?!!&lt;br /&gt;What?! Because I used&lt;br /&gt;vulgarities?!!&lt;br /&gt;But don't you get it officers?!!&lt;br /&gt;That guy punched me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.. You will not get arrested for punching another dude.. Just sweet.. Just fucking sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck it.. Don't wanna let you darlings wait too long for My first love story part2.. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;thinking of this girl..&lt;br /&gt;He'll give her anything..&lt;br /&gt;Except perhaps diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pearls..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's going crazy&lt;br /&gt;going outta his mind..&lt;br /&gt;He needs to do something..&lt;br /&gt;So he reckons it's time..&lt;br /&gt;Time to confess his feelings..&lt;br /&gt;To the girl of his dreams..&lt;br /&gt;But life isn't as sweet like&lt;br /&gt;cookies &amp;amp; cream..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny walked up to her&lt;br /&gt;to tell her how he felt..&lt;br /&gt;As he stared at those eyes&lt;br /&gt;his heart  starts to melt..&lt;br /&gt;When he was done..&lt;br /&gt;He waited for her reply..&lt;br /&gt;But what she said&lt;br /&gt;nearly made him cry..&lt;br /&gt;"Get away creep!!&lt;br /&gt;You little piece of shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;I like my guys&lt;br /&gt;looking like Brad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pitt!!&lt;br /&gt;She broke Johnny's heart..&lt;br /&gt;She made him cry..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny really loved her..&lt;br /&gt;So the question is...&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is really getting somewhere don't you think? Well.. Give me a day or so for part 3.. Till then kiddies.. Remember glass bottles are dangerous.. And if you wanna murder a "you are the one" contestant.. Don't.. Just punch the fucker.. The cops can't do much.. And of course.. If you do get caught for murder.. You could always escape through the toilet... Now time for some good ol telly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5960702927998200218?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5960702927998200218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5960702927998200218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5960702927998200218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5960702927998200218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/seems-like-shit-has-just-started.html' title='Seems like the shit has just started'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8536576685861221544</id><published>2008-03-12T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:29:25.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever the fuck you think it&apos;ll be about..'/><title type='text'>Just another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well.. In all seriousness there isn't shit to say.. But in case you geniuses are wondering where the fuck is the other comment(the previous post).. Yes I fucking deleted it.. And if there is another shit like that.. I'll fucking delete it again.. I know it's a joke but say it in real life.. Not fucking here.. I don't shit in your area.. Don't shit in mine.. Simple as that.. And if that was clear enough.. Thank you.. As I said I'm not really in the fucking mood to say stuff.. So here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;even when there is no hope..&lt;br /&gt;The future looks bleak,&lt;br /&gt;while our dreams are shattered &amp;amp; broke..&lt;br /&gt;Shameless &amp;amp; vain creatures&lt;br /&gt;thats what we are..&lt;br /&gt;This is what we have evolved to,&lt;br /&gt;the weird &amp;amp; the bizzaire..&lt;br /&gt;I fear for the worst &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;pray for the best..&lt;br /&gt;Which is death consumes us all,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll never truly be laid down&lt;br /&gt;to rest...&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8536576685861221544?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8536576685861221544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8536576685861221544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8536576685861221544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8536576685861221544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-5534330824177607742</id><published>2008-03-09T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:24:20.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and nope.. no  vacation time...'/><title type='text'>Perfect ending to my perfect day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just found out one of my neighbours(or neighbors for you Yankee readers) is a slut.. And she lives in on my motherfucking level!!  Damn!! I need a... Ah fuck it.. Alright.. Well.. The day isn't all that bad.. It had it's good moments.. Like when I called a bunch teeny sluts "whores" and some old slut  and her daughter thought I was talking bout them.. And some "I think I'm the most beautiful Tranny in the World" slut(wow! I said that word 4 times!!) was hoping me and my friend would give up our seats in Starbucks for her(or it.. Whichever is best for you darlings).. Right.. Give up the cushion seats for your ugly motherfucking ass.. Sure.. Let me shove my steel pipe(no.. It's not a metaphor.. I literally mean steel pipe) up your dirty shithole then I'll consider... Consider.. I'll consider.. Okay.. Enough of jibber jabber.. Fuck.. Did i say jibber jabber.. What the fuck is wrong with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first Love story(Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's this girl&lt;br /&gt;that Johnny wants..&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't want him,&lt;br /&gt;that little cunt..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny heart melts&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she's there..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she walks past..&lt;br /&gt;Johnny stops &amp;amp; stare..&lt;br /&gt;Stops and stare&lt;br /&gt;With drool on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;An embarrassment to himself..&lt;br /&gt;But does Johnny care?? No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know.. I know.. What the fuck right? Believe me.. It's just the beginning.. Oh boy.. Can't wait to let you darlings see part.... Well.. You'll see.. You'll fucking see.. Well.. Till then kiddies.. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-5534330824177607742?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/5534330824177607742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=5534330824177607742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5534330824177607742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/5534330824177607742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfect-ending-to-my-perfect-day.html' title='Perfect ending to my perfect day...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4311982452802327714</id><published>2008-03-08T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T04:08:50.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrashing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>And just when I thought it's over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Christ.. What a night.. What a FUCKING night..  Seriously.. Just gotta love that beautiful shithole called Orchard Road.. Goddamn motherfucking bitches thinking that all the men here so fucking desperate that we wanna fuck your fucking dirty asses.. Fuck you sluts.. I ain't gay(I have nothing against you sisters.... Honest!!) but I ain't interested in sluts competing for "The Best Dress Tranny Award" either.. Did I offend you? Yes? Good.. Okay now.. Now that I said my shit.. Here comes my better shit.. Enjoy kiddies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing violent to write&lt;br /&gt;today seems fine..&lt;br /&gt;No one to hurt..&lt;br /&gt;As no one crossed the line..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems almost normal..&lt;br /&gt;Except that dude there..&lt;br /&gt;And probably that bitch&lt;br /&gt;who just loves to stare!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking assholes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take back my words!&lt;br /&gt;I give them so much pain..&lt;br /&gt;They'll be addicted to hurt!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I forgot my cleaver!&lt;br /&gt;Guess my fist will do..&lt;br /&gt;But I definitely need&lt;br /&gt;a new shirt by the time I'm through..&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well.. Not my ideal day out.. But hey.. Thank god for law eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4311982452802327714?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4311982452802327714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4311982452802327714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4311982452802327714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4311982452802327714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-just-when-i-thought-its-over.html' title='And just when I thought it&apos;s over..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2543873095481089274</id><published>2008-03-06T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:16:24.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Can people really smell Cash??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know how to get your "dead" friends to come back to life? Get several fucking thousand(I ain't mentioning how much, those who knows.. Knows.. And for those who don't? Fuck off) bucks.. One of my real friends accidentally blurted out bout my little streak and suddenly "BLAM!!" Phone calls came flying in like planes crashing into pearl harbor.. And I thought to myself.. Does having cash makes you a more likable fucker? I know damn well I'm a fucker.. You fuckers don't need to tell me that.. Yeah.. Back to that my story.. Suddenly you got cash.. You're somebody(or every bodies) best friend... I don't give a fuck bout this assholes honestly.. Whether they dicks or bitches.. You bastards can blow me and still you ain't getting any shit(unless you really want shit... Literally) from me.. But hey.. Don't worry I got something for you bastards.. No not for my real friends or loyal readers(yeah I know.. You guys are as loyal as cats to a beggar)this time.. Lets see now.. This is spontaneous.. So it's definitely from the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my wonderful "good" friends,&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;Blood sucking leeches,&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money minded tarts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was broke,&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck were you?&lt;br /&gt;When I was down,&lt;br /&gt;what did you fuckers do?&lt;br /&gt;Let me think now...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing? Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;Now, now.. We're all friends..&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing to hide..&lt;br /&gt;My "brothers &amp;amp; sisters"&lt;br /&gt;is that what you were?&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how thing changes..&lt;br /&gt;Now you just known as "the fuckers"..&lt;br /&gt;You all can just blow off..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't give a shit..&lt;br /&gt;Unless you people wants some..&lt;br /&gt;But the shit is only for you to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was sweet wasn't it.. Ah.. Sweet as our friendship...... Damn bastards.. See you fuckers in hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2543873095481089274?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2543873095481089274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2543873095481089274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2543873095481089274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2543873095481089274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-people-really-smell-cash.html' title='Can people really smell Cash??'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-8705944424033107828</id><published>2008-03-06T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:14:40.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotsa crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Just wanna say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well.. I kinda wanted to start off with a big FUCK YOU to Kelly(read her cute little comments to find out why)... But then.. I remembered her Big Brother.. And people.. Believe me.. You don't wanna fuck around with him.. I mean Jesus Christ.. That Son of a bitch(not literally of course) is huge(no.. I'm not talking bout his dick).. So all I'll say is... Kelly.. I'll stop sounding pissed when I wanna.. I'll be less of a murderer(not that I am a murderer now) if this goddamn human race start using their Goddamn brains.. For Christ sake.. Use it!! Don't fucking waste it.. But then again.. We are humans.. And we tend to think we are all know it alls.. Everybody gotta know something stupid.. Don't get it twisted.. I think the same for myself.. But at least.. At the DAMN least... I know.. Anyway.. No more time wasting.. The moment you been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brain is exploding&lt;br /&gt;with insane thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Mass murder, destruction&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; suicide plots.&lt;br /&gt;Kill you, your parents, neighbour &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;then myself..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, gotta burn down your houses&lt;br /&gt;before I head to hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Total destruction!!&lt;br /&gt;What fun that will be!!&lt;br /&gt;Total chaos!!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'll see!!&lt;br /&gt;Burn! Burn this!! Burn that!!&lt;br /&gt;Burn I say!!!&lt;br /&gt;Death to you all!!&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip!! Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to let you fuckers know.. I ain't for terrorism.. I despise Terror in any aspect.. I think they're cowards and just dickheads who wanna kill people while hiding behind God(whatever their cause is).. And I despise murderers and whatever shit too.. I write this just to let off my anger.. So think whatever you want of me.. I never gave a fuck.. And I never will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-8705944424033107828?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/8705944424033107828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=8705944424033107828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8705944424033107828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/8705944424033107828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-wanna-say.html' title='Just wanna say...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3325841241243648523</id><published>2008-03-05T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:13:09.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yeah more vacation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Gotta love this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck.. It's only 1110am and I'm already fucked and wasted from this shit hole.. I hate working.. Why the fuck do we have to work? Torturing our asses for something we don't even give a shit about(bosses do NOT need answer that fucking question)... Damn bitches(and yes in Singapore the Men gossip too, and believe me... When they gossip they fucking GOSSIP!) gossiping.. Well.. Today isn't that bad.. For instance.. It isn't a Monday.. But then again.. It ain't a fucking Friday either.. So.... Okay okay.. I heard ya.. Stop your whining and on with the poetry already.. Alright.. Alright..... Fuckers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a small little island,&lt;br /&gt;there sure lotsa idiots..&lt;br /&gt;Morons,losers,bitches&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lets not forget the faggots..&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stupid people,&lt;br /&gt;trying to act so smart..&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn "Ah bengs, ah Lians,&lt;br /&gt;Minas &amp;amp; Mats"..&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of creatures&lt;br /&gt;dirtying the lands..&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, if this is the future,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure this is the end..&lt;br /&gt;But judge them I shall not,&lt;br /&gt;as I have no right..&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave that to our "brilliant" leaders&lt;br /&gt;The ones who'll take us to new heights..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go further&lt;br /&gt;or they'll arrest my ass..&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm from Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;The best of the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. This is edited.. My original.. Well.. Lets just say.. I don't really want a bullet between the eyes.. I mean.. What if they miss and hit my eye? Then I'll be one eye blind! Oh no!!(I seriously hope you kiddies get sarcasm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3325841241243648523?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3325841241243648523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3325841241243648523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3325841241243648523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3325841241243648523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/gotta-love-this.html' title='Gotta love this..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3326898894930627774</id><published>2008-03-04T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:29:06.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ummm.. yeah vacation too.. and yeah.. fall..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Ban my poems? Well fuck you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You know.. I just don't get it.. Those bastards banned one of my poems.. Well.. I don't give a shit.. Well.. I took the trouble to post it here for all of you kiddies(no,no.. No trouble at all.. Please.. I insist) to enjoy.. Just do not.. I repeat.. Please do not do what I say.. Last thing I need is some motherfucking kid fucking up his girl and blaming me.. I'm just a brain dead genius.. And I have enough problems.. I don't need fuckers adding more... Anyways now.. Enjoy.. Hey!! Why the fuck are you unzipping your pants?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Goddamn bitch who won't shut her mouth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wish I had a baseball bat so I can smash her now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Talking all the shit like a know-it-all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bet she doesn't know what it feels like when her face hits the wall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When will she stop, cause I'm bout to break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yes break her to pieces, starting from her head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh, fuck this shit I know what I'll do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll jump out my apartment.. Of course.. I'll bring the bitch too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. I wonder why was it banned??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3326898894930627774?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3326898894930627774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3326898894930627774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3326898894930627774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3326898894930627774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/ban-my-poems-well-fuck-you.html' title='Ban my poems? Well fuck you..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-2763464592716078234</id><published>2008-03-03T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:15:04.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking stuff'/><title type='text'>Gotcha..</title><content type='html'>You darlings really think I'm gonna go off without something to say? Oh please.. Of course not.. Here something for you.. You angry little thing(tell me why else you would read my blog? Answer? I say what you really wish to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello once again,&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a rhyme..&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;it's something pleasant this time..&lt;br /&gt;Pleasantly disturbing that's what I meant..&lt;br /&gt;What were you expecting?&lt;br /&gt;A fucking episode of "Friends"?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a baseball bat..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna fuck someone up..&lt;br /&gt;And once I start swinging,&lt;br /&gt;you bastards better not duck..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm really in the mood&lt;br /&gt;to start breaking stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Hey who is that asshole with&lt;br /&gt;that annoying laugh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-2763464592716078234?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/2763464592716078234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=2763464592716078234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2763464592716078234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/2763464592716078234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-936153837080381578</id><published>2008-03-03T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:52:37.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>Titles, titles... Enough of this shit already..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well.. I've just return home.. And I was thinking bout what my elder Brother said to me on Yahoo messenger before I left my house... This is not his exact words.. But just to cut short.. What is my take on death? I've written lotsa shit on my book of poems called "Book of love,tragedy &amp;amp; sins".. But none metaphorically on Death.. Killing people.. Suicide.. Fuck..Yeah.. You get the picture.. But no death metaphors.. Well.. I still have yet to write one.. But I've written one on a different topic.. A metaphor nonetheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee stain on my book..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does it mean, what does it stand for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No significant meaning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or is there something more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like a memory, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the stain cannot be removed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can 'clean' it up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but the stain will remain there forever true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A scar on my 'paper', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what a beautiful mess I made..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's done cannot be undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I once heard someone said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever it is, the 'book'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can never be the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like losing your innocence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the scar to remind you of your pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing it's perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through my little mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little 'coffee stain'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever on this 'page'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. I feel like crap... But I'll write another one soon enough.. In the mean time.. Go have a cup of coffee or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-936153837080381578?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/936153837080381578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=936153837080381578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/936153837080381578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/936153837080381578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/titles-titles-enough-of-this-shit.html' title='Titles, titles... Enough of this shit already..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6788898552619898868</id><published>2008-03-02T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:58:48.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Two post in one day? Mann.. I gotta be high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, yes... I know.. What the fuck right? I don't know either.. I mean.. I kinda wanted to stop on that last post.. But I wanna rhyme man.. I mean I wanna do this shit spontaneously.. You know like whatever shit that comes to my head.. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such an over-used word..&lt;br /&gt;These people throw it around making it sound so absurd..&lt;br /&gt;Will they truly understand it? Never I'm afraid..&lt;br /&gt;Understand it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck it.. Let me start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I can never write anything based on love..&lt;br /&gt;Only death and hatred seems to quench my thirst..&lt;br /&gt;Hate is what I crave, death is what I seek..&lt;br /&gt;Though suicide isn't option, but it could just be what I need..&lt;br /&gt;To be free from pain,to lose control..&lt;br /&gt;To lose this body, what's left is my soul..&lt;br /&gt;No more humans means no more hate..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to this world &amp;amp; hello to the dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.. Much better.. Much fucking better.. Thank you for listening.. Thats all for the night... No seriously.. Thats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6788898552619898868?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6788898552619898868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6788898552619898868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6788898552619898868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6788898552619898868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-post-in-one-day-mann-i-gotta-be.html' title='Two post in one day? Mann.. I gotta be high'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-7649639882611928008</id><published>2008-03-02T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:12:17.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaths'/><title type='text'>Finally.. The moment you all been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>Alright, you darlings.. Finally I'm posting my first batch of  poems(if this is actually poetry) on this little blog of mine.. Soooooo.. Have a riot kids(not literally of course unless you really wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  laughing, like every thing's fine..&lt;br /&gt;Are they fools or are they just blind?&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a place filled with idiots..&lt;br /&gt;Shallow bitches &amp;amp; fucking faggots..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane but thats fine by me..&lt;br /&gt;Cause perhaps my only escape is "Insanity"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short but not so sweet.. Well here's another one just to soothe the savage beast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had a sword to off slice off their heads..&lt;br /&gt;Think my sins are gonna pile up, including murders &amp;amp; rapes..&lt;br /&gt;Though I've not committed them I know I soon will..&lt;br /&gt;Cause The only thing's running through my mind is.....&lt;br /&gt;Kill.. Kill... Kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.. That was a bit much.. But hey.. What can I say.. In the land of the morons.. The only thing that truly builds is hatred... Okay, the final one for the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had a dollar for everytime I curse..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would be a millionaire, or maybe something even worse..&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn fucking idiots filling up the streets..&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can rub their fucking faces with my goddamn fucking shit..&lt;br /&gt;Then shove the fucking balance, down their fucking throats..&lt;br /&gt;Keeping shoving the shit, till they fucking croak..&lt;br /&gt;Die you fucking bitches!! Die you fucking fags!!&lt;br /&gt;This old man's lucky I haven't smash his face yet!!&lt;br /&gt;Probably I'll never have a chance to kill them in this lifetime of mine...&lt;br /&gt;But torturing them in my mind, will do just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Love it or hate it.. At times you just gotta agree with... Till next time darlings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-7649639882611928008?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/7649639882611928008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=7649639882611928008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7649639882611928008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/7649639882611928008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-moment-you-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='Finally.. The moment you all been waiting for...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-263507813718677406</id><published>2008-03-01T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:35:51.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well now...</title><content type='html'>Let's see now.. It's been awhile since my last update.. Nothing much.. Don't tell me.. You expecting me to talk bout that escapee right? Well... No..  Nope.. Not even bothered.. Just wanna say that I'll be putting in some of my poetry in this blog.. So come back often.. I'll be updating crap often.. So stay tuned.. Thats all kiddies.. Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-263507813718677406?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/263507813718677406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=263507813718677406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/263507813718677406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/263507813718677406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-now.html' title='Well now...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-3734965097868393184</id><published>2008-02-22T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:14:55.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keeps getting better &amp; better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I have returned once again.. No no.. Please hold your applause.. No really you're too much.. By the way.. To you idiots leaving your comments.. Yes I know damn well who you are.. And I did not inform you of my blog for one reason.. THAT! Your little comments.. Not that I don't appreciate it.. But no.. Actually I don't.. So fuck off(okay okay.. Come back).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways.. As we all know.. Especially the Singaporeans(yes those geniuses again, seems like I just love talking bout them) who should by now know we are hosting the Youth Olympics.. Oh my fucking God.. What have you done? Seriously? Us host? No really? Gosh.. Why? Why us? Why fucking us? Why not some other country? Why not Russia.. Why not... I don't know? The moon? Just not here.. Why not you ask? I'm glad you did.. Do we seriously wanna make a fool outta ourselves(wait don't answer that)? How many medals have we won so far.. Let's see.. 1... 2 no wait.. Still 1... Uh... i guess... One.. Thats right.. One.. One medal.. Don't get it twisted.. I totally respect that dude for winning it.. I have no idea what his name is.. But I respect him(hey.. I'm serious!! I do!).. But wouldn't it be a huge embarrassment when we host the Youth Olympics this 2010 but end  up without no medals? Okay maybe the youth is a different story.. But how different? Look I'm not trying to start a beef with you people(believe me, I rather keep away from you... Far far away), but what I'm trying to say is.. Maybe Singapore isn't ready? And now I'm talking bout overall.. Not just the Youth Olympics.. But the whole damn country.. Aren't we straying away from the Asian side way too fast.. It seems we are embracing the Western culture too much? If you saw the "Blazing the trail" ad for the Youth Olympics.. It doesn't shout Singapore(actually it doesn't even whisper),it looks so westernize, so not Asian.. And here we are talking like we bout to represent ASEAN this 2010.. I remember just a few years ago.. We were talking stuff like we are so damn conservative.. But look at us now.. Probably some of you are going.. "Nothing wrong what?" Well.. Look.. I'm not trying to reach out to anyone.. I'm not asking for a change.. Actually I'm not asking for anything.. I just wanna say what I feel(isn't this what blogs are for).. Well.. Till next time people.. And to my beloved countrymen(and women).. Keep livin' your "dreams" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-3734965097868393184?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/3734965097868393184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=3734965097868393184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3734965097868393184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/3734965097868393184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-keeps-getting-better-better.html' title='Just keeps getting better &amp; better..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-4410843015287716684</id><published>2008-02-20T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:23:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah.. What's new?</title><content type='html'>Tell me now people.. What do you darlings think of the world? I mean seriously.. I was watching the news and the shit I'm seeing everyday(yeah, I know.. What's new) I mean.. Why do we put up with it? All that shit.. We talk bout making a difference  but  everyday,  shit just keeps getting worse..  Do we really care? Do we really give a fuck? Or are we just hypocrites? Everyday we wake up to stories bout bombs, children dying, students getting shot and whatever fuck these bastards can come up with.. Why? I mean I know the question "why" is an age old question.. I'm sure humans have been asking that question ever since Eve took a bite in that fruit.. But in all seriousness... Why? Is violence really part of our nature? Murder.. Rape.. We gotten to a point where kids at the age of 15 could actually have multiple sex partners.. And who cares? If your kids are fucking around why should you give a fuck right? I mean they'll soon do it anyway so who cares.. I'm not saying I don't have sex with girls(yeah.. Right.. I'm a virgin.. I wished).. I'm not saying I'm this decent son of a bitch who is preaching bout shit.. All I'm pointing out that we humans have evolved to a point where we have no dignity, pride and whatsoever shit that humans should have.. Every single time we see the world change.. It's always becomes worse.. Never better.. Always worse.. I mean we know the problems.. But we refuse to face it.. That is what I'm asking.. Why? Do we really wanna make things worse? Is this really the fate of us humans? Probably.. Well.. Guess I should go fuck someone now.. So to whoever is gonna read this post.. I hope you'll too will take the time to ask.... Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-4410843015287716684?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/4410843015287716684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=4410843015287716684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4410843015287716684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/4410843015287716684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-yeah-whats-new.html' title='So yeah.. What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6246018880046685389</id><published>2008-02-18T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:18:44.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh just fuck me...</title><content type='html'>So I'm back again.. Seems like this is becoming a habit.. It's like I'm addicted or something.. Well.. What can I say? Guess it looks like I'm wrong after all.. Hey.. Don't get it twisted.. Don't expect an apology or any shit.. Just that I'm saying I was wrong.. I mean everybody makes mistakes.. Even God.. I mean.. He created you,me,Bush... Michael Jackson... Need I go on? Admit it.. God made a mistake with us.. Come on.. We're all one big fucking mistake.. Which is fine by me(seriously, why would I lie?).. I mean that proves a lot does it not? I mean the saying.. "The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree".. Seems God made the biggest boo-boo of all time(well creating time was a work of genius I must say) while we seem to follow in his footsteps in creating more little mistakes of our own.. Hey don't get me wrong.. I'm a God fearing person... Actually.. No.. But hey..  You gotta respect the big guy(or the guy who created God) sometimes  right? Religion.. Brilliant simply brilliant.. One of the greatest creation of God(or mankind) ever made.. We've been made slave to the cause without even a fuss.. Don't get me wrong again... I don't give a rat's ass bout science either.. You scientists can take your fucking chemistry sets and shove it up your shit holes.. I mean every single problem you bastards were suppose to solve were created by you geniuses in the first place.. What are you morons? Homer Simpson? The mad cow disease.. The bird flu.. Global warming.. Don't get me started on Global warming.. Christ.. So tell me who's fault is that? What? Gonna blame God? Oh now he exists.. I see.. As I said.. The biggest boo-boo of all time.. Well.. I could talk all night bout this but I guess I'll stop here.. And if for some fucking insane reason you fucking scientists who were were contributing to the shit I mentioned are reading this.. Old Lu has a message for you.. See you in hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6246018880046685389?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6246018880046685389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6246018880046685389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6246018880046685389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6246018880046685389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-just-fuck-me.html' title='Oh just fuck me...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6641447657067790763</id><published>2008-02-16T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:13:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't really think of a title for this post..</title><content type='html'>Oh look here... I'm actually beginning to like this blogging crap.. Well.. Seems like today's another fucked up day(thank you god).. I did the most cliche thing a gamer could do... I smashed my 360's controller on to the wall.. Pure genius I know.. Fuck.. But then.. It felt good.. Don't give me that damn look.. I know you people as much as Singaporeans know nothing(And booooyeee do these Singaporeans know nothing).. And I know how much you darlings are made for violence... For example.. The moment you're born.. You're kicking and screaming.. Not in pain.. In ecstasy.. Why? It's in your nature.. Violence.. Deny it as much as you want.. But it's true.. Don't get me wrong.. I don't promote violence... I just encourage it(kidding, just kidding).. Well.. Back to my fucked up day story(have I thanked God for it? Oh wait.. I did)...  Well.. The repairs are  free.. But I'm sure there's a catch( tell me, where would He be without these catches). Though I haven't found why it's free..  But fuck it.. Why bother paying for shit.. And of course my little shithole had to be cramped with people today... Which makes my day soooooo beautiful... I mean... No 360.. House filled with I have no idea who... You get the idea... So what can I turn to for entertainment? Believe me... Nothing seems to amuse me nowadays.. Porn.. Sex.. God.. Christ.. Well.. I know..  I know..The day wasn't that bad compared to yours.. Your doctor told you, you got AIDS.. Your girl's pregnant... Your God isn't real.. Yada yada yada.. Oh the horror.. Well my advice is.. Suicide.. No seriously.. I mean since you only live once... So might as well die now... Well enough of my nonsensical shit.. So till my next post.. I know.. I know.. You can't wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6641447657067790763?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6641447657067790763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6641447657067790763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6641447657067790763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6641447657067790763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-really-think-of-title-for-this.html' title='I can&apos;t really think of a title for this post..'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-6893117692920236991</id><published>2008-02-15T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:49:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you know...</title><content type='html'>Well. Well.. What do you know(wait.. Don't answer that)?  I'm actually taking time to actually update this piece of crap... Well it's 1040am when I'm suppose to be working but look at what I'm doing... Updating my blog... Which apparently doesn't need updating... But who gives a rat's ass.. The bitch beside me is surfing through Youtube, definately says alot bout this company.. You know... I like talking to you, people.. You listen.. You don't answer back.. Fuck.. You darlings just love crap like this right? No? Well.. Apparently I still do not have anything to say.. So I'm just fucking around with time.. Or perhaps it's the other way around.. But who gives a rat's ass? Not me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983065967841927600-6893117692920236991?l=braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/feeds/6893117692920236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983065967841927600&amp;postID=6893117692920236991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6893117692920236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983065967841927600/posts/default/6893117692920236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braindeadfromcookieoverdose.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-know.html' title='What do you know...'/><author><name>BrainDeadGenius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00615968935359167184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Ew5Rce0Cak/R7liSFiTSiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6OEMkANDwo4/S220/Image073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983065967841927600.post-1278544918909239775</id><published>2008-02-15T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T03:51:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just perfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perfect... Just fucking perfect... Real smart.. Me forgetting my password and what freaking email i used for my previous blog.. Jesus... Fuck... Forget it.. Let's just treat this as my first post.. Whoopie.. A blog.. Now only if I could update this blog... I never really understood blogs.. Seems so... I don't know... Retarded? I mean.. Bitching bout the world? Like as if it fucked your ass with a freaking god knows what.. But then again.. Look at what I'm doing... Bitching bout you.. Yeah I know.. Join the club.. Figures I had to join you darlings sooner or later(rather never but hey) in this bloggng business... Christ... Well I'm not sure which one of you free(and I do MEAN free) darlings gonna stumble onto this and actually bother reading all this... Well.. IF you do read it... And actually like it.. Then all I can say is.... What in GOD's green earth are you?! Well till my next post.. 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