<?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-19179506</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:19:40.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is falling down</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who killed Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113461472471927699?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113461472471927699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113461472471927699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113461472471927699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113461472471927699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-forget-your-christmas-cheer-cause_15.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113461442601024224</id><published>2005-12-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:40:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My holiday job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Janitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Janitor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm working as a janitor in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what're you doing for the holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113461442601024224?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113461442601024224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113461442601024224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113461442601024224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113461442601024224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-holiday-job-im-working-as-janitor.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113405672564939002</id><published>2005-12-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:57:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following Blink 182 song succintly sums up my opinion of Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;(Tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the carolers start to sing&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe the joy they bring&lt;br /&gt;Cause joy is something they don't bring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is by my side&lt;br /&gt;From the roof are hanging sickles of ice&lt;br /&gt;Their whiny voices get irritating&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand with a dead smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how much of my time they'll waste&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I guess I must've snapped&lt;br /&gt;Because I grabbed a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;And made them all run for shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer&lt;br /&gt;You people scare me&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away from my home&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna get beat down&lt;br /&gt;Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Cause the cops came and arrested me&lt;br /&gt;They had an unfair advantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the jail didn't have a tree&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came a night early&lt;br /&gt;Cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer&lt;br /&gt;You people scare me&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away from my home&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna get beat down&lt;br /&gt;Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113405672564939002?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113405672564939002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113405672564939002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113405672564939002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113405672564939002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/12/following-blink-182-song-succintly.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113345956561393428</id><published>2005-12-02T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:53:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July, Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and&lt;br /&gt;to be understood. Quiet unless excited or&lt;br /&gt;tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about&lt;br /&gt;people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable. Emotional temperamental and&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and&lt;br /&gt;sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never&lt;br /&gt;forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;things. Guides others physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and forms impressions carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and loving. Treats others equally.&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Judges people through observations.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. No difficulties in studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; does your birth month reveal about you? (read memo) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113345956561393428?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113345956561393428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113345956561393428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113345956561393428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113345956561393428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/12/july-fun-to-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113345567498506517</id><published>2005-12-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:48:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8e14528)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RE/REB/rebeLLove/1133305554_temOfADown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System Of A Down. You are all about screaming! You&lt;br /&gt;are anti-war and that is often seen in your&lt;br /&gt;songs. Even though you're screaming your way in&lt;br /&gt;each song, your lyrics have powerful messages,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and feelings. And you are also lots of&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rebeLLove/quizzes/Wich%20Rock%20Band%20Would%20You%20Fit%20In?"&gt;Wich Rock Band Would You Fit In? (11 Outcomes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113345567498506517?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113345567498506517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113345567498506517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113345567498506517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113345567498506517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/12/system-of-down.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113303166499899920</id><published>2005-11-27T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T03:01:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Wind element" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112619649_nd.Element.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Wind. You are the guy/girl that is&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable. No one knows what you're going&lt;br /&gt;to do next and what you're in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;Studying is not your thing and you would rather&lt;br /&gt;go to a party than stay home. Life is just for&lt;br /&gt;fun and you need to be free to live according&lt;br /&gt;to you. You waste no time on lies, if you feel&lt;br /&gt;or think one thing you say it even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, people may be quite upset but that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really bother you. It's not that you&lt;br /&gt;don't care, because you do, but in these&lt;br /&gt;situations it's a waste of time. You live up in&lt;br /&gt;the clouds and are quite a dreamer about life.&lt;br /&gt;People often consider you beautiful, but harsh&lt;br /&gt;and they would think twice before getting to&lt;br /&gt;know you. But once they do, they'll learn that&lt;br /&gt;you are always willing to take yourself and&lt;br /&gt;your friends on adventures. Never will it be a&lt;br /&gt;boring time with you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;appreciate that. You are not often seen sad,&lt;br /&gt;but you have your times. If someone has been&lt;br /&gt;mean to you, you can quite easily trash-talk&lt;br /&gt;them for betraying you. Nevertheless, you are&lt;br /&gt;most of the time a good spirit who just want to&lt;br /&gt;have some fun. Rate and message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element?"&gt;What is your element? [with pics + detailed answeres]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113303166499899920?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113303166499899920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113303166499899920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113303166499899920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113303166499899920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-element-is-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113302882612213815</id><published>2005-11-27T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:13:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/classeddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/classeddy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/classeddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/classeddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/DSCN1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/DSCN1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class has come to pass&lt;br /&gt;16 weeks has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113302882612213815?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113302882612213815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113302882612213815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113302882612213815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113302882612213815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-class-has-come-to-pass-16-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19179506.post-113292917076154088</id><published>2005-11-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:32:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/HengYuakaLinus-Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/HengYuakaLinus-Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Tim for the awesome pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19179506-113292917076154088?l=worstthingicansay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/feeds/113292917076154088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19179506&amp;postID=113292917076154088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113292917076154088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19179506/posts/default/113292917076154088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worstthingicansay.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-to-tim-for-awesome-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>What's the worst thing I could say?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08219424955591923223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b114/lameology/Burn.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
