<?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-4960989802740566515</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:00:54.211-08:00</updated><category term='ditching dates shrek fat bitches new years valentines'/><category term='break ups'/><category term='Why the distance??'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='fucktard'/><title type='text'>The Fiasco Life of Rico Desengaño</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the point where I stop writing on my notebook.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-7050747541155276746</id><published>2009-08-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:46:05.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my playing days.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAH. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;Let's dig again.&lt;br /&gt;I regret the lovey-dovey bullshit past.&lt;br /&gt;Really Gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-7050747541155276746?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/7050747541155276746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-my-playing-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/7050747541155276746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/7050747541155276746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-my-playing-days.html' title='Back to my playing days.'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-6834124650168991228</id><published>2009-05-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:03:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelevant posts.</title><content type='html'>Consider my previous post as invisible.&lt;br /&gt;XP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-6834124650168991228?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-3039843015782425497</id><published>2009-05-16T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:38:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking On My Motto</title><content type='html'>Yes, I think I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-3039843015782425497?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/3039843015782425497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/05/sticking-on-my-motto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>Just arrived from school and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;Today's too humid and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;The internet's laggy and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;I've Leukemia(I think) and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;My hair's haven't rebonded and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just got to meet Fino Goon and he's got snakebites,  I miss mine and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;The tickets for the upcoming gig are ugly and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand everything and it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;Omgawd!!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-7588041323881105939?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/7588041323881105939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-5738606900685443143</id><published>2009-05-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:55:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest thing that I received in my life.(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/ricoarff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01-05-09_1745.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/ricoarff/th_01-05-09_1745.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, I look like a Gaytard Faggot Homo-brute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a great day at BODEK reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the reservoir with only my boxers on.&lt;br /&gt;The fishermen got angry and they tried pulling me off the reservoir using their fising rods.&lt;br /&gt;got my boxers caught up on their hooks with a snail waving at me says "Heeeelllllloooooo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, my fingers still hurts. It got caught up in the lift doors while I was singing inside. Not Cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's not swollen be it hurts. And it's not straight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I shouldn't have just sang inside the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;but it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'll still sing everytime I take it.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm cold and white, I'm holding on, I'll try to breath for................................................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received the sweetest thing ever. I mean nobody has given me such beautiful thing ever in mylife.(: Cupcakes with the letters of my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Idaa(:. She baked it and spent all night just to bake it.(Not really all night though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/ricoarff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01-05-09_1634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/ricoarff/th_01-05-09_1634.jpg" border="0" alt="sweetest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes kene paitow, Bite first before taking pictures. Forgot uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.(:&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to type "lol"??&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can I be??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-5738606900685443143?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/5738606900685443143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-thing-that-i-received-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/5738606900685443143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/5738606900685443143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-thing-that-i-received-in-my.html' title='The greatest thing that I received in my life.(:'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-6639218511665108025</id><published>2009-04-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:02:44.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Decision that I'd ever make??</title><content type='html'>Wow, the gig at Arthouse was such a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the crowd moshing again.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too lazy to type and all.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is I'm seriously STUCKED between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;Who should I go for??&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I should just see who wins??&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really, I should just follow all the flow and see who really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this sucks, but i think I'm starting to lose my balls.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think Imma tell ya'll why.&lt;br /&gt;You'd laugh at me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;You'll prolly go.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Rico, you lost your balls, you're not totally YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;and that's what Shams told me just now in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She witnessed me going crazy just because of that little thing.&lt;br /&gt;ya know,.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cupcakes with the letters of my name on it*&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-6639218511665108025?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/6639218511665108025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-decision-that-id-ever-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/6639218511665108025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/6639218511665108025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-decision-that-id-ever-make.html' title='Greatest Decision that I&apos;d ever make??'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-1416723573184086861</id><published>2009-04-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:09:34.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting the Venusians</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know but really, I find it really really hard to trust girls nowadays. Besides the bad experiences I had, this is probably the reason &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; I just can't stick to one and show trust. I'm not saying that we all shouldn't trust girls anymore and all but the fact that I feel like there's a big possibility that they'll leave you when they get to see someone new, is making me feel really Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know or feel that "that" girl is kinda like behaving differently in front of you and seems like kinda pulling back away from you, and her shouts on Facebook, Friendster or Myspace are a li'l awkward. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you do??.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some preparations, we tend to date other chics besides her, without letting her go as well and once she leaves us, we'd be safe with our spares.&lt;br /&gt;This looks a li'l similar to cheating as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... What if what you thought about, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;. And you went out with someone else and turned up looking like a cheater. And she finds out about it?? There'd be a great conflict and this is caused by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISJUDGEMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This misjudgement is not brought about by us. But YOU. You, You!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about "If you know how to treat us well, and to how to keep our pails filled", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE ARE NO REASONS WHY WE WOULD MISJUDGE YOU AT ALL&lt;/span&gt; and end up doing others of your species!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear! It's not just about satisfying me by physical pleasure or contact but I want something from the heart! It's just not enough!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Make-outs, Handies or SEX is not my main goal why I want you, but there's more that I can get from what's inside you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show it to me....&lt;br /&gt;See? even a playful kid like me can say that...&lt;br /&gt;Get the logic??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, personally, I've this motto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You txt him, I'll call her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You call him, I'll meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You meet him, I'll hold her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hold his hand, I'll make her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make him out, I'll DO her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's EGO man!! E-G-O.&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if in my own case, girl, don't ever blame me if I seem to be communicating with you like not myself because I will probably be thinking about how I had fun with my chicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pail with a crack, if you want it full, you're gonna have to keep on pouring water so the water wouldn't finish up. And that is like me, So if you want us, never ever give others the chance to fill my pail up. So keep on taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All you have to do is to show me that I can TRUST you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And show me that there are no reasons why I should flick away from our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fill my pail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'D NEVER LOOK AT OTHER GORGEOUS LADIES BUT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm talking here in general okay? This ain't about something particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch my band on Sunday at Arthouse.&lt;br /&gt;Details, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;93269621&lt;br /&gt;rico_arff@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-1416723573184086861?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/1416723573184086861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-it-hard-to-trust-girls-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/1416723573184086861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/1416723573184086861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-it-hard-to-trust-girls-nowadays.html' title='Trusting the Venusians'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-7980230551009032643</id><published>2009-04-12T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:17:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sultans Of The Rising.</title><content type='html'>Omg! That was the best performance that my band, Sultans Of The Rising, ever had. It was gnarly and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I felt so great during the perf. Thanks to all the Audiences and My boys, Izzat, Shrek and Aslam. It wouldn't be a blast at all without 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the last song the most when I saw Jani and his gang hardcore dancing during the breakown of The Shrek Song. That's one of our original songs by the way.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!! I can't explain how high I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, After the perf, we hanged out somewhere and Taufiq was teching me how to Hardcore dance.&lt;br /&gt;He told me. "Kene lepas kan geram"(Must let go of the anger in english), when you hardcore dance so the feeling would be there. hahah. so fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;ChugChugCHug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! I'm too lazy to type this blog thingie.&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer doing VideoBlogs.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh yeah, i forgot to tell ya'll. I almost lost my legendary cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know, I got caught up in the rain with Izzat, Kitty, Nikki and Fizah. And we had to run under the rain. Without noticing, I dropped my phone somewhere. So I kinda panicked.&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can I text my chics without my phone!!?? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;So I ran and traced back where I dropped my phone and thanks to Izzat for following me all the way when I was looking for it. Luckily, I found it in this puddle and it's still working.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I love my stone age cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;Muack.&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-7980230551009032643?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/7980230551009032643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/sultans-of-rising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/7980230551009032643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/7980230551009032643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/04/sultans-of-rising.html' title='Sultans Of The Rising.'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-5265837470955125475</id><published>2009-02-15T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:31:14.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ditching dates shrek fat bitches new years valentines'/><title type='text'>The Meanest Valentines ever.</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines to all of you guys And hope ya'll had such a wonderful, sweet Valentines Day with the one you love or..... The one you've been longing to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing presents, flowers, surprises??, and maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEX &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as well.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So now Imma tell you what really happened to my Valentines Day and why so it's the &lt;strong&gt;MEANEST. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was suppose to go out with this Myspace chic, my latest one, who I thought to be so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her pics in Myspace are all seductive and there are ones with her wearing lingerees and stuff. She's pretty as well.&lt;br /&gt;really really pretty.(In pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go Valentines Day and we were to meet at Boots and Shoes, a shop at Woodlands interchange. I was so excited and all that I even walked briskly towards that shop.&lt;br /&gt;And because you know, I'm a li'l of a keen observer so I would always spot her easily among the crowd but I couldn't. Until I got to see this chubby girl wearing tights, a green shirt and a black singlet on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, "Is that fucking her?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at her from afar and checked her out if she's my Myspace chico.&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK!!, THAT'S HER!!"&lt;br /&gt;"That Princess Fiona(Ogre version) look alike is gonna be my Valentine!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck this, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I covered my face, put my hoody on, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;and ran down the road to Izzat's place, another kid who feasts on millions of chics as well.&lt;br /&gt;he's one of my bestfriends. Dude,remember our &lt;strong&gt;2009 New Year celebration&lt;/strong&gt; at Clarke Quay!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've proven that normal Asian kids like us can get &lt;strong&gt;French Mauritian chics&lt;/strong&gt; down!!.hahah. Oh Lousha, miss your tight grinding ass.&lt;br /&gt;Matems with floating caps stared at us with jealousy.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, while on the way to Izzat's, Princess Fiona was calling me and txted "Where are you" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lemme ask you, would pick your cellphone up??lol. You know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;So bhubye my Valentine. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Izzat to hang out with our friends instead. We met Sallie and Radhy after a while and indulged ourselves with the self timer camera with a bunch of beers at Windy Alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wished that My Babey was my Valentine. sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-5265837470955125475?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/5265837470955125475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/02/meanest-valentines-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/5265837470955125475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/5265837470955125475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/02/meanest-valentines-ever.html' title='The Meanest Valentines ever.'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960989802740566515.post-6413609908250496877</id><published>2009-02-11T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:25:35.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucktard'/><title type='text'>Oh Shizzles, I got dumped. *sighs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, Firstly, I'm not so sure why i made this blog thingie because I seriously think this is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And maybe because I had enough of making Video Blogs in Youtube where those people I know wouldn't really think about viewing it. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As what you guys can see, the title says "I got dumped". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pffft....................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know it's li'l unusual but yeah, I got dumped. "I GOT DUMPED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and that was while I was out with one of my guinea pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and there came this ugly looking message from my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Oh baabey, sorry, I think our relationship is not working out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"You don't go home anymore, you wanna pierce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"It's my fault as well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I tried to call her up and she ain't picking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to used my friend's cellphone to call her up.&lt;br /&gt;She answered and said she'll call me back later on but she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm actually so down that I started listening to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hawthorne heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love her alot you guys know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Though I have been not so such a faithful and loyal boyfriend to her, to the extent of having affairs with other girls, she's still the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who can make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So yeah, I wouldn't need anybody else but my babey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd do everything to get her back yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i do, I'd treasure her and love her more.&lt;br /&gt;I'd change and this time, I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So yeah, signing off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can't wait for Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960989802740566515-6413609908250496877?l=ricoricoarff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/feeds/6413609908250496877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shizzles-i-got-dumped-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/6413609908250496877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4960989802740566515/posts/default/6413609908250496877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricoricoarff.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shizzles-i-got-dumped-lol.html' title='Oh Shizzles, I got dumped. *sighs*'/><author><name>RicoArff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14555257874214262920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vcQ9dFvXMKY/SZNwVsNwWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xDM0AXiW9pA/S220/SDC12793.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
