<?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-10569835</id><updated>2011-06-22T00:41:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story not told</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-3045977623804383748</id><published>2011-06-22T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:41:10.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To an old friend</title><content type='html'>I am an old friend,&lt;br /&gt;from a long past,&lt;br /&gt;come to call you out,&lt;br /&gt;to give thanks &lt;br /&gt;for all that was&lt;br /&gt;and everything without.&lt;br /&gt;Should we ever meet again,&lt;br /&gt;as men, aged and experienced,&lt;br /&gt;I would sit with you old,&lt;br /&gt;and converse on our lives spent.&lt;br /&gt;'Till then old friend,&lt;br /&gt;not forgotten, always in praise,&lt;br /&gt;until that fated day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-3045977623804383748?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/3045977623804383748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=3045977623804383748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/3045977623804383748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/3045977623804383748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-old-friend.html' title='To an old friend'/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-116098715055685143</id><published>2006-10-16T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:25:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowardly Irresponsible Male-Bitch of A Man</title><content type='html'>This goes out to my once-so-called-friend, Johan Razlan a.k.a Joe whom I would prefer to call him an a$shole, heck, he is THE a$shole with his ignorant partner in crime his very own good for nothing lying baby back b!tch mother(013 9509027). For those of y'all who is staying in M'sia and have nothing better to do, give this chump's mother a call, trust me..she is as dumb as an ox, no wonder the son ain't doing any better..&lt;br /&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=703737&amp;amp;MyToken=2a5d1e2e-2655-42c6-8478-2e2835abae69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-----link to the bastard's profile in myspace...easiest way to show y'all his looks...typical pariah look from the east coast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-116098715055685143?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/116098715055685143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=116098715055685143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/116098715055685143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/116098715055685143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2006/10/cowardly-irresponsible-male-bitch-of.html' title='Cowardly Irresponsible Male-Bitch of A Man'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-113704416943224418</id><published>2006-01-12T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:36:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shade Of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tripped of hopes and dreams I ponder,&lt;br /&gt;cruel blows of lies and slanders never wander,&lt;br /&gt;to the brink of insanity, pushed further,&lt;br /&gt;robbed of dignity, what little left flew yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;anished to exile, outcast among outcasts,&lt;br /&gt;the never ending journey of sinful lust,&lt;br /&gt;666 lingered around the corner inauspicious,&lt;br /&gt;feeding on my radiating ambient of  jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nees dropped thunderously for mercy I begged,&lt;br /&gt;looking up the stars wishing I could go back,&lt;br /&gt;time of the past a dream which kept me intact,&lt;br /&gt;repented marching forward with my war flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;oved forward I did and the devil followed,&lt;br /&gt;as I progress my path still lies hollow,&lt;br /&gt;a spec of pearly light so bright it glowed,&lt;br /&gt;aura of relief and compassion it flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ight of justice, light of alleviation,&lt;br /&gt;rewarded I was for my tremendous patience,&lt;br /&gt;I thawed my battered body forward virulent,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful twinkling balls dancing in a suttle motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here she was appered in the prettiest manner,&lt;br /&gt;my heart stopped breathing as though hammered,&lt;br /&gt;panorama so breathtaking for years I have ponder,&lt;br /&gt;down She comes accepting me to be Her lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micahel Jermaine Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-113704416943224418?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/113704416943224418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=113704416943224418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/113704416943224418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/113704416943224418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2006/01/shade-of-light.html' title='A Shade Of Light'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-112425464022767302</id><published>2005-08-17T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:00:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;Here's a recording in tribute to our friend from Ireland, Mr. Paul. I agree, we should masterbate for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/50876/230901.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-112425464022767302?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/112425464022767302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=112425464022767302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112425464022767302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112425464022767302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/08/heres-recording-in-tribute-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-112410579407626133</id><published>2005-08-15T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:34:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life:</title><content type='html'>Trying to see the point to living but just can't make it. I have no idea on why the world falls into such a bad place like that. I see no future that is worth living, yet in that total darkness, is there a light that shines on my humanity; on our humanity? I wonder if the world and its people can learn to live in peace as much as live in in murder, chaos, disorder, and that very tasty blood filled sundae that Sally was going to eat. Nah, I don't think utopia is real, never had, never will. I think I'll be joining Sally and have an iced corpse. there is no humanity for us, we lost it along time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-112410579407626133?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/112410579407626133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=112410579407626133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112410579407626133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112410579407626133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='Life:'/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-112227871774587494</id><published>2005-07-25T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:05:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude! Take my life away...</title><content type='html'>Here we reside in the tones of conformity,&lt;br /&gt;The ideals of life that society taught us,&lt;br /&gt;In which do we come and go, to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the makings of the world do not show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take my life away?&lt;br /&gt;Can you make me suffer no more of this pain?&lt;br /&gt;I die each time you pass the chance,&lt;br /&gt;To end my misery by a mere glance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! I am in pain and painings of living grow,&lt;br /&gt;All that needs to be done is for joy to come,&lt;br /&gt;But that never happens, not in a chance,&lt;br /&gt;You never see the truth, not at first glance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-112227871774587494?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/112227871774587494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=112227871774587494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112227871774587494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/112227871774587494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/07/dude-take-my-life-away.html' title='Dude! Take my life away...'/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111843209895359700</id><published>2005-06-11T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:57:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musterbate for peace</title><content type='html'>This goes a long way, a tribute to Mr Paul of Ireland for supporting peace and for that, I will publish your oh so great poem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mister Bush and Mister Blair&lt;br /&gt;That pair are oh so silly&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason for this war&lt;br /&gt;Is that they've got small willies&lt;br /&gt;Repression is their motto&lt;br /&gt;So seldom do they spank&lt;br /&gt;I think they should get mutual&lt;br /&gt;And share a friendly wank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111843209895359700?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111843209895359700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111843209895359700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111843209895359700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111843209895359700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/06/musterbate-for-peace.html' title='musterbate for peace'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111690098889012027</id><published>2005-05-24T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:18:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose</title><content type='html'>......... , . - . - , _ , .......&lt;br /&gt;......... ) ` - . .&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;.... ,..\` | /|.,|Y\, ............&lt;br /&gt;..... '-...'-._..\||/ .............&lt;br /&gt;......... &gt;_.-`Y| ..............&lt;br /&gt;.............. ,_|| ...............&lt;br /&gt;................ \|| ...........&lt;br /&gt;................. || ..........&lt;br /&gt;................. || ...........&lt;br /&gt;................. |/ ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111690098889012027?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111690098889012027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111690098889012027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111690098889012027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111690098889012027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/05/rose.html' title='Rose'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111596352634532303</id><published>2005-05-13T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:45:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pearl Of Orient</title><content type='html'>The Pearl Of Orient or more famously known as Penang. Here we have a lot of Pinang trees, my favorite, this tree here, is notebly good for road directions. This is how I remember the way to Farah's house. 1st Pinang tree, 2nd Pinang tree, 3rd Pinang tree, 4th Pinang tree, 5th Pinang tree, 6th Pinang tree and 7th Pinang tree you still go straight and u see more Pinang trees, you head to the 2nd exit and wham, you are nearing Farah's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Penang, origin, &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Penang was established by Francis Light in 1786 as the first British trading post in the Far East. Light had persuaded the Sultan of Kedah to cede Pulau Pinang ("Island of the Betel Nut") to the British in exchange for military assistance; though Light occupied the island, he withheld a commitment to aid Kedah until the Sultan had ceded additional territory on the adjoining mainland coast.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When Light landed, on the site of the present Esplanade, Pulau Penang was virtually uninhabited and covered in dense vegetation. In order to induce his sepoy forces to undertake the arduous work of clearing the site, Light allegedly loaded a cannon with gold coins and fired it into the surrounding jungle and shouted out on a 9000 watt speaker "DO IT". Locals then followed Light's order's and started clearing them bushes and from then on, the term "DO IT" became "DUIT" which means money and that's how everyone in Malaysia thinks like that. Before long, sufficient land had been cleared for a settlement, and traders and merchants began to arrive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Much of the nearly uninhabited island's appeal for traders was due to the fact that Penang was from the outset an open, duty-free port. Unlike their Dutch competitors in the region, who pressed for trade monopolies and instituted trade duties, the British were more concerned with allying themselves to regional powers than with controlling and profiting from Malaysian trade (the 1001 tricks on how to seize lands from the local motherfuckers). Their primary interest in Penang was that it serve as a safe stopover for British ships plying the far more profitable China trade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To stimulate Penang's growth, the British founder and superintendent, Francis Light, decided to allow immigrants to claim whatever land they could clear. Within a few decades, the island had attracted more than 10,000 settlers and traders, including Malays, Sumatrans, Indians, and especially Chinese (non-chinks, look out, we own this piece of crappy land). Light's attempts to stimulate agriculture on the island were largely unsuccessful (malays too lazy even at that point of time), but Penang was soon established as a major trading port for tea, spices, china, and cloth (thanx to the chinks). The city of Penang is today a bustling metropolitan city in which Eastern and Western influences blend to form a unique culture (no wonder you get so many "rojak" people here, everyone in Penang is gonna turn biege in 30 years time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111596352634532303?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111596352634532303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111596352634532303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111596352634532303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111596352634532303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/05/pearl-of-orient.html' title='The Pearl Of Orient'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111481502762294733</id><published>2005-04-30T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:59:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends are all gay!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is now that I realized my friends are gay, racist motherfuckers but I love them dearly except for one or two waiting to be bashed up.  Friends from high skool? don't remember them that much except a few and they are all gay, all I remember was this motherfucker who is really gay and I ain't making fun, and this fairy was the head of the buddhist club. No wonder you fucking Thai faggots loves trans and freaks. Yes I have personal vendetta against all gays if they touch me. want to say they are human beings too? Fuck you then, I know most of you guys have a religion and it says a man can not love another man, so if you support gay ppl you are against god, wish god will shove his foot up your ass so deep you wish you agreed with me earlier. God did not say anything bout lesbians though..back to my friends that I knew since the day I entered university. Bunch of gay ass toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipside, hardcore gay ass punk, getting girls to get laid? just a thing you want others to think you are not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schritzler, fucking gay ass housemate, loves playing gay with G.Frost and I really think he is turning into one. walks around the house in his towels most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz45, bitch ass gay racist mofo..has a vendetta aginst chinks and dotheads. Loves George Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spes, very confused mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.Frost, big ass chunk of gay love. Loves the color pink. Horse back riding freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heikal low kasta, bitch ass gay pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolanic, makes out with his twin brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient_X, sensitive &lt;---very gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak Low Kasta, loves gay indian men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syook Geezer, hardcore gay. Loves little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK, loves horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janugra, short and easy to suck on cock. Fan of cock pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krazy Ivan, big ass white gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwar, gay hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dredwerkz, models are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah84r, gaylord. Judges who's guilty and sents them to prison where you know what goes on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmi, trains himself on sucking a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilman, loves getting rough up the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joop, all from Johor are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky, a fucking gay. Loves hemp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DreadlorD, biggest gay thwart of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Junkie, human cock vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilsa, modern hip-hop rapper who loves getting into prison to get his anal filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those I didn't mention, I just got lazy as usual...you all know you are gays and stop denying it. Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are all gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111481502762294733?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111481502762294733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111481502762294733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111481502762294733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111481502762294733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-friends-are-all-gay.html' title='My friends are all gay!!!!'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111474791941004374</id><published>2005-04-29T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:01:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clumsy husband the stupid widow</title><content type='html'>A man checked into a hotel. There was a&lt;br /&gt;computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-&lt;br /&gt;mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed&lt;br /&gt;the wrong e-mail address, and without realizing&lt;br /&gt;his error, he sent the e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow&lt;br /&gt;had just returned home from her husband's&lt;br /&gt;funeral.&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check her e-mail,&lt;br /&gt;expecting&lt;br /&gt;messages from relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the first message, she fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow's son rushed into the room, found his&lt;br /&gt;mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 16 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me. They&lt;br /&gt;have computers here now, and you are allowed to&lt;br /&gt;send e-mails to your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just reached and have been checked in. I&lt;br /&gt;see that everything has been prepared for your&lt;br /&gt;arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope&lt;br /&gt;your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is damn hot down here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111474791941004374?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111474791941004374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111474791941004374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474791941004374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474791941004374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/clumsy-husband-stupid-widow.html' title='The clumsy husband the stupid widow'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111474765346695287</id><published>2005-04-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:07:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to choose a bride Malaysian style</title><content type='html'>The story begins in Kampung Pandan, Kuala&lt;br /&gt;Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother was very concerned that her middle-&lt;br /&gt;aged son had not shown the slightest&lt;br /&gt;indication of&lt;br /&gt;getting married. So one day she called him&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;to her house. The son came home from work,&lt;br /&gt;grudgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, he found that his mother had&lt;br /&gt;gathered a few beautiful ladies at the house for&lt;br /&gt;him to choose as his future bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a well-endowed telephonist-&lt;br /&gt;cum-&lt;br /&gt;receptionist. He immediately&lt;br /&gt;commented: "Aiyaa... mother, they always say&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE HOLD ON, HOLD ON..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second candidate was a leggy secretary.&lt;br /&gt;This was rejected also. Reason: "Aiyaa...&lt;br /&gt;mother, this one aaa... secretary, always fond&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;saying "PLEASE SLOW DOWN, SLOW&lt;br /&gt;DOWN..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the mother is nearing frustration.&lt;br /&gt;She called a sweet but plain-looking teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;son suddenly agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was surprised &amp;amp; asked: "Why this&lt;br /&gt;one? The previous two were a lot more better&lt;br /&gt;looking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "Teachers, aaa... teachers very&lt;br /&gt;good,&lt;br /&gt;always say, "PLEASE REPEAT, DO IT&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, I&lt;br /&gt;Want it done 10 times... SOME MORE, SOME&lt;br /&gt;MORE...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her youngest son (10 years old) was listening&lt;br /&gt;quietly all this while at the other end of the&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he shouted, "Brother... Female Mini&lt;br /&gt;Bus Conductor more better laa... they always&lt;br /&gt;say, "NAIK CEPAT, NAIK CEPAT... MASUK,&lt;br /&gt;MASUK... MASUK LAGI, DALAM LAGI...&lt;br /&gt;DALAM&lt;br /&gt;LAGI-LAAAAH, MASUK BELAKANG....&lt;br /&gt;BELAKANG LAGI... BELAKANG BANYAK&lt;br /&gt;KOSONG!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111474765346695287?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111474765346695287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111474765346695287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474765346695287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474765346695287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-choose-bride-malaysian-style.html' title='How to choose a bride Malaysian style'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111474227139764528</id><published>2005-04-29T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:06:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan, wonders of his brain</title><content type='html'>This fairy here thinks that skin tight leopard skin thongs is the IN thing for males around the world. Who the fuck does he think he is? Live with a bunch of gorillas, wander through the think lushes forest for a banana to stick up his own ass. Sad to say, non of the gorrilas were satisfied by you eh? motherfucker!!! how in the blue world did you get Jane? or did you get to Jane for his sarcastic child like father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck are you swinging around? Gorillas don't swing!! why the fuck are you swinging then, I thought u were raised by gorillas, unless they have some african gay tribe there where they taught you how to get up high and low, swing it form behind. In soccer terms, we call it offside. fucking swinger, stop showing em ugly hairy filthy balls. Even cats lick to clean their own balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you Tarzan, why is it you are so smart to make a weapon out of sticks and stones which might never break any bones, why can't you make a pair of clothes bigger ? Be fully clothed mother fucker. Use crocodile skin or snake fairy, those are gayer than your skin tight leapord thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking A!! Parents died to early I think..WTF does your late parents was thinking anyway? Sailing off to Africa? niggers motherland? I think they realized you are gay and they had to go all the way there to get you a sweet black cock to pump in your silly ass small anus. And see what happens? You fucking ended up making out with gorillas. Gay motherfucking beastiality fairy cock sucker. You even got Phil Collins singing you a gay ass song. What's that song's title? Oh yeah, You Be In My Heart. Thanx to the editor if not I bet it would be You Be In My Arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas are for eating, so are cucumbers. Oh yeah, heard you even do elephants, what's his name? Tantor if i'm not mistaken, just because he is timid you hafta think he is gay. Get a clue faggot, Tantor does not enjoy it that much, he though it's just another bug up his arse getting some brown juice. Fucker, do not drink from the fairy cup. Want to get protein, not from the fairy cup idiot. It's called fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why do you always make up reasons that you cannot climb trees and after years of wondering and thinking and reasearching, I got the answer. You wanted to look up their ass you gay ass freak. Gorillas have furs to cover it motherfucker. I bet you be wishing they poop a pile of dung onto your face while you are looking to get turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that leapord or jaguar you killed. He was trying to escape from you god damn it. The poor pussy was fighting for his life. U had to kill it because he wasn't gay for you. So wearing a dead pussy's skin turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those asswipes who idolized this fairy here, get a life, anal is great when u are a guy bum ugly with a girl's tight ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111474227139764528?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111474227139764528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111474227139764528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474227139764528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111474227139764528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/tarzan-wonders-of-his-brain.html' title='Tarzan, wonders of his brain'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111471988712564113</id><published>2005-04-29T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T04:26:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Of Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This lil prick Bruce a.k.a Batman, is suspected gay, and so is Robin, his personal butler and of course Superman but Superman aside, lets talk about Batman and his gay ass crew. This mother fucker gave an excuse he does not like to socialize with other asswipes because he was traumatized by the death of his beloved parents, but here's the spoiler, he was actually turned on by the death of his parents. Since then he had a thing for thugs, strong ass body where he could bend over to and get fucked up in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since then, he used his massive amount of resouces to set up a lot of kinky shit like the Batmobile. His butler, he seems gay and he should be, come on...a BUTLER, who the fuck serves a man for ages unless he got some intention. And for some reason, what's that towel in his hand all the time..take a wild guess, won't take long to figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robin, gay ass mother fucker, he's young and strong, wears a leather mask which spells bondage all over his faggot face. Look at him wears a black underwear outside as well, a bigger proof he's into bondage and judging frmo the body size, Robin's the bitch and Batman's the butch. Wonder why he gets all hyped up when he's hit and the smiles when he's in the Batmobile with Batman. Bulletproof windows, bulletproof body, dark tinted glass, seems that Robin gives a blowjob whenever he has the chance. If you ever notice, Batman always jumps out of the Batmobile energetic and sweating sometimes, yes asswipes, you got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batmobile, a well designed kinky sophisticated car, as all of other rich sophiticated complex gay ass motherfuckers everywhere. Look at Europe, look at Ferrari, Alfa Romeo...who the fuck names their car Romeo? Anyway, back to the Batmobile. Ain't the coolest car but it ain't the worst looking either. A 2 seater, if you ain't gay, you be getting a big ass SUVs or Hummers. Seats that can be ejected? That's to help Robin out because Batman loves a deep throat and Robin ain't up to that yet, ejecto seato is for that purpose. Leather cushions? another proof of bondage going on in there, look at thos kinky weapons stored inside, big ass whip, fancy looking dildo cum stunner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman, the gaylord himself, a serious bondage fan, every part of his so called super hero suit spells bondage. leather here and there, fancy lookig dildos and whips all over his belt. Smoke bombs? nah, that ain't no bombs..just a ball to gag his partner. Batman, being chased after by Wonder Girl..though that won't work on him. Come on lady get a clue already. He's been giving you signs unless u can flash out a spring roll and 2 dumplings to turn him on. Let go of him and come to papa. I'll show u Badman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know why crime in Gotham City is so high, it is because of rich fucking gay ass mofos like Batman who forced them The Penguin,Catwoman etc etc to commit these crime. You see, Batman had such huge influence every males in town is turning gay. Penguin used to be a pimp but because business ain't good because most of the men are turning gay. Catwoman, can't find a decent man to pleasure herm she got all tensed up to find another way to release stress. Yes, we must blame Batman for turning all men into motherfucking faggots who likes it up the arse with a 35 inch fancy dildo. Catwoman does not really concern Batman but Penguin and other male super criminals, they have to watch out. driven to the point of desperation, they had to steal in order to survive. Batman saw an opening, he gave the reason that he had to catch them all and put them in jail. JAIL you heard that motherfucker. Where do u get the best gay sex in the world, not San Francisco, certainly not Alabama, not Eygpt&lt;-- the fuck you spell this camel lover's country. The best place for gay sex is in JAIL motherfucker. Batman can throw all of them in one cell and Batman will have an easy time picking his pie. The only motherfucker that Batman couldn't able to lay his tiny cock on is Ozzy Osbourne. Ozzy's one crazy motherfucker that likes the head of bats, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The Truth of Batman&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;DreadlorD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111471988712564113?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111471988712564113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111471988712564113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111471988712564113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111471988712564113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/truth-of-batman.html' title='The Truth Of Batman'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111470825280140406</id><published>2005-04-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:21:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion Of The Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why oh why do homo sapiens look down on rats? WTF mate, you homos gave a theory that mammals evolved from rats..and yes, the Darwin Theory, where we evolve from monkeys, monkeys, but before there were monkeys, there were rats, yes RATS you homo mother fucking thwarts. So what is up with this rat monkey shit? make up your mind. You insult the rats, but you look up to monkeys, u learn from the monkeys to use a stick to dig up tiny bits from hollow holes, but monkeys dig up food, wtf you homos dig? yes mate, your ear and nose for a piece of your shit to see how big it can get. The shit u dug out, they won't change, either yellow or black, big or small, smells, definitely smells, and yes it comes in all sizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking bout food, monkeys are omnivours, they eat veges and meat and smoke some boswana homegrown too. They eat insects too, and you homo bimbos goes eeewww when u see a fly!!! The hell is wrong with you guys, think u are that holy to even look at a fly? It's a delicasy to those brothers in Africa, they practically grow it on their heads and mommy always says homegrown/cooked food is the best. Even a monkeys drink its' own piss, and I know some of you homos does that too, you fetish freak sons of bitches. Homos even enjoy doing porn with shit in their mouth, so which is worst? Monkeys or you bastards? God damned homos, you even had to come up with a nice term for piss, the golden shower? OMFG, you must be God's plan B or even C my dear friends, friends is a term to nice for you, I think I will address you all asswipes. Doesn't that sound nice asswipes, asswipes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as I said, monkeys evolved from rats, what do rats eat then? yes motherfucking anything, so basically humans don't eat like monkeys but rats. You want to deny it? Lets make a little comparison, rats eat garbage,waste whatever you asswipes call it, but to the rats, it's a free buffèt. Look at those homeless bums, what do they have in common? yes, those poor souls eat garbage, a stale drumstick with a little jelo on it is food made in heaven. A half filled can of Coke and some motor oil are all the vitamins they need to survive another 8 motherfucking hours. Say your prayers asswipes before you eat, thank the lord for filling your over-sized belly with junk food and out there bums are trying to get a good decent meal, and so does rats. Complaining not enough protein? suck my motherfucking cock then, a long hard blow to it might be rewarded with a drop of protein, might even give you the power to bear a child, need a decent food, pull that motherfucking meat out of your uterus and there you go, bacon is served!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habitats, rats just survive anywhere. U toss them in Ozzoy Osborne's house, they fucking thrive there as long as you do not fly around like those dumb bats. They live in alleys and sewers, homo asswipes, check yourself, you get the same bum living there. Rats evolved to monkeys and stayed high up on trees, asswipes, you do stay on trees too you know. No you do not you say, and WTF is that tree house doing there? Monkeys, swinging from branches to branches, and you asswipes dare to say you do not also? Look at Tarzan, that mother fucker is swinging here and there on a tiny tight ass leopard skin thong. At least monkeys have fur to cover everything, Tarzan goes around swinging his uglyl balls into your face. You asswipes actually idolize Superman? That motherfucker wears a red cotton underwear outside, the Kents ain't very good at raising up a child. What bout Batman? Can't blame that no-fashion sense-rich ass -snob- motherfucker cause his parents ain't around to teach him. Green Lantern? Same as Superman, except he has this cool kick ass ring which he stole from a poor one legged monk in Nepal. Look at them rats and monkeys, their child grows up to be a decent creature. Damn you homo asswipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bet you that you will not find a single gay animals. I bet my ass that the first person to classify humans as homo sapiens must be gay. Just look at the first name, HOMO. Elton John must have a big part in naming it. Should have classify humans as duo-legged eraticussaurus. That kicks ass. Word. Now they are confuse why are they gay people around but the truth is I do not mind gays if both chicks are hot. You will never ever find two male chimps pouding each other's ass with their hairy cocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I support inter-species sex, only between human and rats, human and monkeys, rats and monkeys.We evolved from rats, so why don't we all go back to out roots and bang em up the arse. Ain't nothing wrong with that, I bet u sick homos get more pleasures out of that. You fucking Irish stop doing it to them sheeps. I don't wanna have love staints on my wool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animals, only a few sounds to their communication skill, you homos had to change it so much till you white people sounded like donkeys when you swear. Noofies, stop bobbing your head when you need to say something. rats and monkeys don't even do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion, homo sapiens are rats with a big brain which can only use less then 4% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One and only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DreadlorD&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/10569835-111470825280140406?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111470825280140406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111470825280140406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111470825280140406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111470825280140406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/invasion-of-rats.html' title='Invasion Of The Rats'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-111313946072630379</id><published>2005-04-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:24:20.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Temple</title><content type='html'>Odour so strong and aromatic, rancid yet&lt;br /&gt;so seductively accustomed, why, we the male&lt;br /&gt;species all ask why did art thou created&lt;br /&gt;such grandiose organ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Temples, worshippers around and abroad&lt;br /&gt;looks up from below, hoping to get a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Temples, shielded by a force field of&lt;br /&gt;cottons and silk. shielding your holiness&lt;br /&gt;from prying eyes, once in a blue moon only&lt;br /&gt;will you unveil the force around it and&lt;br /&gt;alluring the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcomes the chosen one with fine swaying soft&lt;br /&gt;grass and sometimes groomed and trimmed to&lt;br /&gt;perfection, welcomes the chosen one with a&lt;br /&gt;scented smell of a virgin forest and flushes out&lt;br /&gt;sweet tasting honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As holy art thou art, choices thou made&lt;br /&gt;sometimes were clouded, clouded by the evil and&lt;br /&gt;impure words you live in, tainted art thou be&lt;br /&gt;be your chosen one is wrong, for shall he will&lt;br /&gt;destroy the holy virginity, for he shall suck&lt;br /&gt;out all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tainted art thou, life you can give&lt;br /&gt;and take, tainted or unadulterated, a life shall be&lt;br /&gt;bore and born by you, my holiest of all temple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-111313946072630379?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/111313946072630379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=111313946072630379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111313946072630379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/111313946072630379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-temple.html' title='Holy Temple'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110763399843982945</id><published>2005-02-06T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T09:50:43.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If If Was An Is?</title><content type='html'>Somber days and stupor nights,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing stars and que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;reality, tides and tides of the never&lt;br /&gt;ending question,  crusades down&lt;br /&gt;in every mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart pumping to the speed of light,&lt;br /&gt;a thousand way to skin a cat alive,&lt;br /&gt;mourning for the cuspidate answer,&lt;br /&gt;nature's cruel way of mental&lt;br /&gt;prognostication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday and everynight I thought,&lt;br /&gt;deep thoughts inundate my very core,&lt;br /&gt;every minute and every hour,&lt;br /&gt;wishes and prayers for an answer&lt;br /&gt;turns sour, yet I savor my despair,&lt;br /&gt;bespeaking the joy an eye for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn of head, twist of fate,  change of&lt;br /&gt;luck,  sitting ducks, gruelling flocks of&lt;br /&gt;clouds, fogging the clear conscience,&lt;br /&gt;the vicious cycle of 'what if' question,&lt;br /&gt;rose and rise again like a phoenix,&lt;br /&gt;over and over, time  and time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;if only what if if was an is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jermaine Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110763399843982945?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110763399843982945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110763399843982945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110763399843982945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110763399843982945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-if-if-was-is.html' title='What If If Was An Is?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110743360914431251</id><published>2005-02-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:10:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dire Need</title><content type='html'>There's a void inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;An empty nothing to see,&lt;br /&gt;Which explains quite alot,&lt;br /&gt;About myself and who I aught,&lt;br /&gt;That I care for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Not at all a single sense,&lt;br /&gt;Which finally proves no one to tend,&lt;br /&gt;But that I must say,&lt;br /&gt;Is fate entwined to destiny's will,&lt;br /&gt;For myself to lose all that I own,&lt;br /&gt;And remake the cycle yet again,&lt;br /&gt;Of pain, woundings and misery,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas I will be sub-dued again,&lt;br /&gt;For it will never end,&lt;br /&gt;And I ache for some release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110743360914431251?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110743360914431251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110743360914431251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110743360914431251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110743360914431251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-dire-need.html' title='In Dire Need'/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110731937928445581</id><published>2005-02-03T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:21:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moon To Cry</title><content type='html'>Gloomy dark clouds swallows your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;on a dark night tens of millions hoped to get&lt;br /&gt;a glance, wishing, praying,whispering, just to&lt;br /&gt;forget all the calamity, reality that had us all&lt;br /&gt;engulfed, tied to a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood spills, comes the ever red daunting night&lt;br /&gt;of terrors, women cries, children emotionally&lt;br /&gt;slaughtered, men dashed of all hope, fists gripping&lt;br /&gt;ever so tight, Tension and rage flares ferociously,&lt;br /&gt;sweet invitions to condors, their deadly eyes piercing&lt;br /&gt;into the dark silent night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet melodious sound of crickets and fire flies&lt;br /&gt;sparkling the cold dark night dancing to the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;of the falling stars, where are thou oh mighty one, for&lt;br /&gt;your shines brings us smiles and happiness that was&lt;br /&gt;once on every child, women and men facial expressions,&lt;br /&gt;now barred, where are thou for yours truly I am a slave&lt;br /&gt;burning, scorned towards thee sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and prayers fell onto deaf ears, unanswered,&lt;br /&gt;fragile scorched hands reaching out to the silent cold&lt;br /&gt;brezzy night, dark gloomy clouds of the majestic heaven,&lt;br /&gt;dissipates, only hope and faith keeps me scotched from&lt;br /&gt;drowning into the dark abyss I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder us with your heavenly grace,&lt;br /&gt;shower us with your renewed strength, for I, we your&lt;br /&gt;children had sat every night alone, drain us all from our&lt;br /&gt;sorrows that stretches a mile length, oh where are thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jermaine Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110731937928445581?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110731937928445581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110731937928445581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110731937928445581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110731937928445581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/moon-to-cry_02.html' title='A Moon To Cry'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110737689547647219</id><published>2005-02-03T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:43:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with a Goddess</title><content type='html'>This is Ami J, Michael's silent partner, giving away a piece of poetry that has absolutely nothing to do with a man's body parts. No, seriously, I'm not gay, and this is not a gay peom of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake every morning in hoping to fight my fears,&lt;br /&gt;Laying there on my bed with the sheets covering the nude,&lt;br /&gt;But in all I feel no sacred emotion came through,&lt;br /&gt;When all that emptiness was filled with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, oh, wahat a beautiful gleam it was,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, drunk and in a stupor, sing tunes along,&lt;br /&gt;My soul left my body and so did yours, and there&lt;br /&gt;it was then that lust came right then along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed hard, hardest I had ever done before,&lt;br /&gt;And you tripped and fell unto me and I unto the floor,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, in laughter and cheer that went on some more,&lt;br /&gt;But then it happened, and we moved away from friendship's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes linked as our breath wreaked of sinful taste,&lt;br /&gt;The savoury embodiment of forbidden lust,&lt;br /&gt;Your goddess like form hint to me an ache in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That what pain below, my body and soul tore apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that drunken narcosis, we fell into arms,&lt;br /&gt;And tasted the fruits of year await, on that floor,&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, up and on the bed, with touch no man &lt;br /&gt;had done on you, your moans that made me grow mad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that madness felt too long apart, from heaven&lt;br /&gt;to the ecstacy of bliss be for ourselves, finally &lt;br /&gt;at a loss, where words were no more there, I found&lt;br /&gt;comfort in your temple of pure, profane lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110737689547647219?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110737689547647219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110737689547647219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110737689547647219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110737689547647219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/keeping-up-with-goddess.html' title='Keeping up with a Goddess'/><author><name>Ami J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXCqb6H8UW4/TedseStzZSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XnHeqJ-yxb0/s220/me_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110737522733843220</id><published>2005-02-03T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:13:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pills of Sins</title><content type='html'>I swung my battered humbled body,&lt;br /&gt;glided gracefully yet gauche, eye lits&lt;br /&gt;weighs more than a ton daunting already,&lt;br /&gt;cookies still in my gibbosit mouth munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying there motionlessly, eyes barely open&lt;br /&gt;convexity, ears bombarded with noises from within&lt;br /&gt;pleasent nor stupidity, tribal patterns of blue-ish&lt;br /&gt;green light appearing in my head running about wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my will I let my imagination run free,&lt;br /&gt;free as a white dove set free to fly into heaven&lt;br /&gt;with no bugaboo and impediment, swelling eyes&lt;br /&gt;finally desistancing as I count to three, a broad&lt;br /&gt;smile flashes showing signs of atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I sail into the land of dreams where reality&lt;br /&gt;takes a seat back, a sparkling soft soothing beam&lt;br /&gt;ofwhite pearly light shines brightly onto me, to&lt;br /&gt;my horror, white changes into red, blood red and&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself ,"oh f**k", a voice beyond any&lt;br /&gt;homosapien's imagination echoed through the red&lt;br /&gt;wonder "look here child, do you see!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fear engulf me, sending chilling kind of feelings&lt;br /&gt;down my fragile spine, imagination ran wild and&lt;br /&gt;my eyes frantically searching for the voiceI feared,&lt;br /&gt;"you have sinned, damnation will be forever yours"&lt;br /&gt;blood suddenly drops to show me a sign, down on my&lt;br /&gt;knees, praying to the higher power looking for&lt;br /&gt;enlightenment, I burst in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jermaine Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110737522733843220?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110737522733843220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110737522733843220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110737522733843220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110737522733843220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/pills-of-sins.html' title='Pills of Sins'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14046928754146486011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10569835.post-110731814620014033</id><published>2005-02-03T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:22:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Love</title><content type='html'>This is my first ever poem, written when I was so high and sleepy at the same time..i'll be posting up more and at the same time, trying to improve, just found out writting poem actually releases more tension than sex. so here goes, Crimson Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness englufed me when the light seem to&lt;br /&gt;be fading fast, shadow glooms over my empty&lt;br /&gt;soul, down came an angel to rescue me from&lt;br /&gt;my dark past and fill my empty soul with the&lt;br /&gt;love I had once long to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everynight I stare into the  ever lonely moon,&lt;br /&gt;balls of gases floating light years away beaming&lt;br /&gt;with hope, never would I expect my baby angel&lt;br /&gt;to come so soon,her love so vivaciously she throws,&lt;br /&gt;burying me with the tenderness I had yearned for,&lt;br /&gt;for your tenderness I learnt to soar,way above the&lt;br /&gt;sky so high,lifting me up with your arm which seems&lt;br /&gt;so strong yet so soft, without my darling angel's blessing&lt;br /&gt;I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson red Roses blooms and falls,gently gliding&lt;br /&gt;back to the home she onced blossomed, for the&lt;br /&gt;love my 'rose' gave me all,and for that I will and&lt;br /&gt;cherish you 'till the day I pass the Pearly Gates&lt;br /&gt;where hopefully our love, romance and infatuation&lt;br /&gt;goes on forever prolonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me dearest darling baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jermaine Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10569835-110731814620014033?l=toyboyz84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/feeds/110731814620014033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10569835&amp;postID=110731814620014033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110731814620014033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10569835/posts/default/110731814620014033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyboyz84.blogspot.com/2005/02/crimson-love.html' title='Crimson 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