<?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-32490958</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:49.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>civil war</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32490958.post-117094706462793655</id><published>2007-02-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:04:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how've you all been!&lt;br /&gt;my dearest apologies for not posting in such a prolonged space of time. i dont think i have anything more to which i feel the need to bring to your attention, asides from the fact that i have a profound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.H.E&lt;/span&gt; and that chinese artists are producing hits at a rapid rate of 10829731029 songs per month just by translating older english hits into chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what the worst part is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lovely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;degenerate youths&lt;/span&gt; are lapping it up like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;filthy roadwhores&lt;/span&gt; they are (i think i had a tad too much to eat. pardon my sudden outbursts. speaking of which, does anyone even remember lorraine anymore. she was such fun to talk about wasnt she. dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss iron mole&lt;/span&gt; HAHA). i mean, dont you think for one second that that particular song sounds familiar? like it was overplayed on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;radio&lt;/span&gt; and airwaves, at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clubs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parties&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twit shops&lt;/span&gt; all over the country, dumped into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"rejects"&lt;/span&gt; pile because everyone became sick of it, and then dug out and retranslated by talentless clones of the mandopop industry, only to be greatly accepted by our society again? and from the way those...creatures..bop to that plagerised melody, its like they've never even heard it before (when they were just so recently obsessing over that song and placing cliched portions of it on their MSN nicks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eYE DuNcH WaNx TuU BIeXx A MuUdeWerxX ftw&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..asides from that, to which i dont really want to write about since i'm trying to be reasonable. everyone has their own freedom of tastes right? (how much longer till our youths see the light..and stop chasing after the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elusive dream&lt;/span&gt; of becoming the next &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Superstar&lt;/span&gt;. hell i didnt even know who won this time around..they all look the same..i could pick a twit sitting outside the arcade and pass him off as a member of the currently defunct &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5566&lt;/span&gt;. i bet i could garner at least a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20000 strong crowd of twits&lt;/span&gt; to follow him around in less than 45seconds..all screaming at the top of their voices. cause they dont know what the hell his name is) so yes. with that, i shall end this short little shoutout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN UNAWARES OF MY CURRENT SITUATION, I'M VERY MUCH HAPPY AND LIVING EVERYDAY TO IT'S FULLEST (that's bullshit but by all means please be naive just this once). AND YES THANKYOU FOR STILL COMING IN HOPE THAT  I WILL ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING. I'M WELL AND VERY MUCH ALIVE. WISH YOU WERE HERE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-117094706462793655?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/117094706462793655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=117094706462793655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/117094706462793655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/117094706462793655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2007/02/howve-you-all-been-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-116576650919823227</id><published>2006-12-10T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:30:20.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..it's been almost a month since my previous article..&lt;br /&gt;so here's my post for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;month of december&lt;/span&gt;(what! what'd you want from  me! i posted didn't i! what..*sobs*what more do you want from me..*hides under ethel's skirt*)&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think i've finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;said my peace&lt;/span&gt; about everything that's been bothering me so far, to such an extent that i'll write about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uber glam&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;i went to a flea market with jo and watched lime sonic bang.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so i lied..BUT i did have fun! the flea market didnt have much clothes that i would wear. to be exact, if you actually spotted a shop that sold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male clothin&lt;/span&gt;g, you could win a fabulous prize of being able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strip the bikini&lt;/span&gt; off the fugly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ko-gals&lt;/span&gt;(asian girls who dye their hair blonde)  standing at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIDS prevention booth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if you're a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;! then my my do we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; a show for you..clothes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;! handbags! necklaces! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kinky underwear&lt;/span&gt;! (every piece that i thought looked nice were too big for jo. oh well..that's when tissues come in handy =D) the flea market was rather lacking but oh well, everyone was still so enthusiastic! hawking their non-existant wears...perhaps i should've just bought that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zara dress&lt;/span&gt;..it did so match my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye colour&lt;/span&gt;..*KEKE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the Lime Sonic Bang, i thought it was quite alright. jo was stoning and rachel was somewhere around. i had actually intended to look for her in the crowd since she told me she was somewhere in the middle. so here i was thinking,"rachel..rachel..where's rachel.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, I WAS ENLIGHTENED WITH A REVELATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i didnt know how she looked like.&lt;/span&gt; (i've only see her stuffing her face with pizza on friendster afterall..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i gave up looking for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stars dont fall&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saw loser&lt;/span&gt; sounded quite alike actually. but stars dont fall were more blink182-ish and saw loser were more towards sum41 hmm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.astreal &lt;/span&gt;was good but i lost my respect for the female bassist cause she used a pick instead of her fingers. (but her dress was pretty so i forgave her immediately afterward) i'm neurotic, so sue me =D i only jumped around for stars dont fall because i was finally convinced that jo would never let her feet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave the earth&lt;/span&gt; no matter how hard i tried (i found out later her back was injured LOL) anyways i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jumped circles&lt;/span&gt; around her in hope that she'd join in but she didnt haha. she only giggled at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-so-sexy&lt;/span&gt; bassist from saw loser wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5540/318/1600/649914/sexybassist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5540/318/320/49984/sexybassist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oh-so-hot bassist from saw loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY PERSONAL FUZZY FAVOURITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5540/318/1600/499849/afrodude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5540/318/320/400042/afrodude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFRO DUDE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-116576650919823227?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/116576650919823227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=116576650919823227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116576650919823227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116576650919823227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-116346642584935509</id><published>2006-11-13T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:07:06.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sincerely apologise to my non-existant viewers for not being able to write much. i havent seen anything really worth writing about lately though i did laugh my ass off at arthur's house yesterday. well perhaps i'll just share with you some of the things we did. here's one. we played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAW vs SMACKDOWN&lt;/span&gt;. and no, i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a wrestling fan. i can barely even tell one wrestler from the other. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, so here we were playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAW vs SMACKDOWN&lt;/span&gt;(the only reason why i'm bolding is, is to make my post look more interesting so just bear with my scum-baggish ways) and everyone picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG BUFF MEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;since there were already so many muscular hairy men, i decided to go down a different path. just to..you know..REBEL AGAINST SOCIETY! so i picked the ever so hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STACY KIEBLER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(since i cant play properly, i might as well spice things up with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tight blouses&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short denim skirts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning, it was a 3 vs 1 match! and we had fun ganging up on yihao's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undertaker &lt;/span&gt;and beating the shit out of him ( i bet if it was just me, the ever so gorgeous stacy kiebler, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; undertaker wouldnt mind a few more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitchslaps&lt;/span&gt; or two that horny bastard =D) as the match wore on and on, they somehow got tired of hammering the undertaker with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steel chairs&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bell that they ring to start the match&lt;/span&gt;. they got tired of me doing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finishing moves on the referee&lt;/span&gt; instead of the undertaker since i always got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass whooped&lt;/span&gt; when i got too close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY DECIDED TO GANG UP ON ME. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 BIG BUFF MEN VS 1 HOT SEXY BABE IN A TIGHT BLOUSE AND DENIM MINI SKIRT&lt;/span&gt; (i think they just got aroused after i fell down infront of the cam and showed the world that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasnt wearing underwear&lt;/span&gt; under my oh-so-hot skirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so i spent the next 5 to 10 minutes avoiding all of them and running all over the place. i did get arthur to accidentally smack yihao with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steel chair&lt;/span&gt;, just for me to turn around and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;low blow&lt;/span&gt; him, giggle and flee once again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN that was good&lt;/span&gt;. they then got irritated and made me play another 3 vs 1 match. (i do suppose you know who the 1 is now LOL) so instead of stacy kiebler the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever so hot and dumb blonde&lt;/span&gt;, i picked a brunette called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lita&lt;/span&gt;. i always thought lita was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coolest girl wrestler&lt;/span&gt; (i would always watch her matches and squeal in delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; when she came out *blushes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got my ass whooped seriously bad and i was rather helpless since i forgot to enable something that allowed me to escape from the ring. so there i was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot, sexy and extremely helpless&lt;/span&gt;. kinda like when all my fangirls rushed me at once. (i really do wish that would happen..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;) in the end, i got thrashed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shawn michaels, carlito and some other dumb blonde who wears ugly pink boots&lt;/span&gt;. so they showed the ending sequence of the girl in the middle raising carlito's and shawn's hands in triumph after that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay assed match&lt;/span&gt;. and carlito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smacked her breasts in triumph&lt;/span&gt; too. and that made our day as we laughed our lungs out. i think the producers meant to show carlito showing appreciation by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thumping his partner's tough macho chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. but arthur has bright enough to pick a girl too. so all carlito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; got was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft and elastic&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard and macho&lt;/span&gt; ( hey dont look at me..arthur picked the girl..i was just the one who got whooped. and i'm sure carlito aint complaining..AT ALL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, last weekend i was at the esplanade to watch this vedic metal band called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rudra&lt;/span&gt;. they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so damned hot&lt;/span&gt;. this further emphasizes my loss of faith for my own race. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indians&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;playing metal in the US and Canada&lt;/span&gt;. the malays are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break dancing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winning singapore idol twice in a row&lt;/span&gt;. the chinese are fighting for who gets the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheaper fish&lt;/span&gt; in the wet market and who looks more japanese in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay leggings and gloves and fugly hair&lt;/span&gt;. anyways, i did manage to get some poor shots of ruda so i'd just put one group shot of them here. the rest i'd just keep and wonder how bad i actually am at photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's rudra in all their pixelized glory. they are, if i can remember correctly, (from left to right) vannan (lead/rythmn guitar), kathir (bass/vocals) shiva (drums) and the last one's name start's with S and then i forgot but he's also lead and rythmn. both of the guitarists are just so good =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-116346642584935509?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/116346642584935509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=116346642584935509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116346642584935509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116346642584935509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-sincerely-apologise-to-my-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-116265294319426179</id><published>2006-11-04T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:46:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in the past 24 hours, have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.cried? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indeed i have (read my previous article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. worn jeans? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT EVEN HAVE JEANS! DAMN YOU RICH BASTARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. met anyone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i met this ultimately sexy...moth. on my maths worksheets =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. done laundry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dad beat me to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. went hungry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO DOESNT?! DAMN YOU SLIM PEOPLE. I HATE APPLES AND CELERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. talked on the phone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mum's neurotic. what more can i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. say I love you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i said it to my pillow..since you have to practise for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes i lose faith in my machismo. asides from that, i'm fine with who i am =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. your friends? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm losing confidence that sicheng's actually human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. tooth fairies?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I GAVE UP ON THEM. I CAUGHT MY MUM TRYING TO PUT A COIN IN MY PILLOW AND TAKE OUT THE TOOTH AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. destiny/fate? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything changes fate. fate changes everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ghosts? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. STAY AWAY FROM THE GHOSTS. NO BOOGY MAN EITHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. UFO?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have one in my garage. i stole it from sicheng's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friends and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever wished of having another name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pedro don negro? I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO NAME MYSELF JIN *giggles* yeah right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like anyone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have a secret crush on boonyew *blushes* i like anyone who likes me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which friend of yours acts most like you do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brian chia. he's like..damned cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*KYAAAAAA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was there with you, when you cried the most? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody knows that i cry about my hair. therefore nobody comforted me. NOBODY FRICKING CARES FOR ME. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the best feeling in the world? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you manage to get ahold of your friend's primary school ezlink card with his/her primary school picture on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the worst feeling in the world? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whenx..whenx i kana backstabbers, copycats and liarx norz..my heartx bweak sobx..but my laogong cuddlex muiee then then..i okieexx oledy KEKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the time now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.48pm. now wtf is up with that LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Chocolate or Vanilla? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vanilla. chocolate gives me pimples and makes me lose my hourglass figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Coke or Pepsi? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coke. pepsi sounds so f-ing gay WTF. PICK A MORE SENSIBLE NAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Love or Lust? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would always go for love, but get overwhelmed by lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sprite or 7-up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7-up. sprite is like something from little fighters 2..meh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls or Guys? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS. i'm going to see nothing but guys for 4 years. i could use more of the female sex. COME MY LADY COME COME MY LADY, YOU'RE MY BUTTERFLY, SUGAR, BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Scruff or clean-shaved? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i look sexy with scruff, but i fall prey to the joys of shaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Movie in the day or night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesnt matter. what matters is the movie itself you dork =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. you took a shower?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last week. LOL kidding i had one at six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. cried? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night until early this morning. it felt worse than having your period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30+31. Who makes you smile/can make you smile no matter what?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her. *GIGGLES* i cant think of anything that would be a sure fire way to make me smile..how about..BOONYEW IN A THONG WITH KITTY EARS HAHAHAHAHAHHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you in love right now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i would love to say "its for me to know and you to find out KEKE" but here's the sad truth. i'm desperately searching for it. LEND ME SOME SUGAR, I AM YOUR NEIGHBOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. sit by the phone waiting for calls? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my phone sits beside me, waiting for me to call someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. save AIM conversations?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i dont use AIM..damned americans HAHAH kidding i lubx you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. wish you were someone else? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i always wished..to be keanu reeves. he's drop dead gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. wish you were of opposite gender? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well..i would've made one helluva sexy girl. but, too bad guys. i'm happy with my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. stay online for more than 8 hours? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definately =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. gotten stuck in a lift? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for 10 seconds. i realised that i didnt press the button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. gone out with people you don't know? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah! i still didnt get his name HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 hate a person to the core that you wished they were dead? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh come now..i'm not that emo..*shuffles feet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. swear at your parents or siblings? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfortunately =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. read comics until you cry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mangas move me to tears sometimes HAW HAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who was the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. that you saw? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuchiki byakuya on my ps2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. that you talked to? as in on the phone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edmund. he didnt know how to get to my house that damned nig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. you hugged? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T_T MY PILLOW. IS THIS A DIG AT ME NOT HAVING ANYBODY TO HUG?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 who instant messaged you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethel the emo, akanksha the anvil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. colour your hair?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's naturally silky and blonde on it's own KEKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. have tattoo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have this mickey mouse on my left buttcheek. he used to bring me luck..until the twits turned him into a slut. i had him removed since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. have piercing(s)?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i fear the pain =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. put on lipstick? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i was five..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. own more than 10 flip-flops?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have a Trial one. from the marketplace near my house. it's like ice skating in the summer. 0% grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. like someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LUBX YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. hate someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the twits who turned mickey into a slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. have any money with you now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sky's the limit up till...$4.25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN, i practise a no-chain policy. i'd leave the chaining to the twits..since they have likex..sho many many fwens! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-116265294319426179?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/116265294319426179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=116265294319426179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116265294319426179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116265294319426179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-past-24-hours-have-you-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-116264984235079605</id><published>2006-11-04T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T06:17:22.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another one of my just-a-random-post posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i've recently cultivated a gargantuan attachment to my lovely black locks of hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this strange dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining and dark,  it was cold and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah one thing lead to another and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SUDDENLY BECAME BALD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a mirror in my dreamland and i saw had been shaved! my hair was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;! IT WAS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON-EXISTANT&lt;/span&gt;! and i started crying and screaming and wailing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bawling my bald head&lt;/span&gt; off.&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i did was crawl to the nearest mirror, expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;apparently my hair was there, every electrified strand of it, all standing on its end. for once in my entire existance i truly treasured and loved how i looked like...until i felt that i had somewhat grown a little fatter..but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, this is the first time in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire life&lt;/span&gt; i had a bad dream about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; about it. i might be turning rather feminine hmm..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my nipples hurt&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say for now. i must be up and off to do some soulsearching about my existance and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shrinking machismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-116264984235079605?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/116264984235079605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=116264984235079605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116264984235079605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116264984235079605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-one-of-my-just-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-116229935074622359</id><published>2006-10-31T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:10:22.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, my blog has had a sudden increase in viewership rating! how could this be! could it be....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD IT BE THAT NOBODY WANTS TO READ SICHENG'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMOTIC&lt;/span&gt; POSTS?! NOBODY?! IS THE WORLD FINALLY, FINALY, SICK OF &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMOTIC&lt;/span&gt; POSTS THAT BRING YOU TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEARS&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;/span&gt;or maybe sicheng's just getting old. kinda like russell peters after every person i met greeted me with THEERTEE FOOUR FIFTY, or YOU'RE MOTHER IS SO FAT THAT WHEN SHE JUMPED FOR JOY...SHE GOT STUCK. so there you go, my two hypothesis(es) on the sudden increase of www.gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com's veiwership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would leave you to decide which you would choose but my recommended choice is (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sicheng's getting old &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYBODY LUBX MIEEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've lately been receiving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate mail&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate tags&lt;/span&gt; for not posting new stuff that people could sit down and just, waste their life away reading my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-so-funktastic&lt;/span&gt; literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;due to popular demand&lt;/span&gt; (finally i found a place to stuff this line), i'll write something. (even though it's quite clear that i actually dont have anything to write about since i already: flamed paris hilton, critisized the singapore idols, slayed our military, flamed boonyew, talked about influenza and old men, flamed boonyew again, talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ms.choo&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALMIGHTY EMONESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, complained about chem test, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eaked out&lt;/span&gt; over matthew, flamed boonyew once again, flamed boonyew..flamed..boonyew..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BOONYEW I LUBX EEUU LAOPOR&lt;/span&gt;(haha i'm the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; suck on that =D) EYE WILL TRY MAI BREAST NORT TUU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FlAmE EUU 2 MUCH&lt;/span&gt; IN THE COMING TIME.(note: i know it's in the time to come. it's a pun. those of you who didnt get this, i suggest dr.seuss's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Cat In The Hat&lt;/span&gt; to fortify your humour skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, today i would like to talk about: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD CONVERSATION SKILLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after getting ditched one too many times on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MostlyScandalousNonsense&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;) messenger, i have begun to reflect on: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY DO PEOPLE DITCH ME EVEN THOUGH I'M TRYING MY F-ING BEST TO CONTINUE THE CONVERSATION?!&lt;/span&gt; (ok maybe some of them got irritated due to my unceasing use of the happy face --&gt; =D) but even so, ONE SHOULD NEVER LEAVE YOUR CONTACT TO DIE WITH SINGLE WORD REPLIES. OR JUST DISAPPEAR TO NOWHERE WHILE HE'S SHARING HIS LIFE'S MOST INTIMATE DETAILS. (actually i rarely do that. life has taught me to be strong. NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW THAT I DANCED WITH MY MUM'S MOP. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let me use some examples from a conversation i had with ethel the emo and exotic, to show you what a good conversation really is! (i picked ethel because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*blushes*&lt;/span&gt; i have this really deep crush on her! i giggle whenever i see her shadow. no actually i figured since she's rather emo, shining some attention on her would help to make her feel good and cheery, and happy for one of the few rare moments in her life. so ethel, today the attention's on you! muack muack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRSTLY&lt;/span&gt;: respond with a cheery reply!&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^^'') i dont want to know what you're listening to!!                           [½hourofpower] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY&lt;/span&gt;: tell the opposition about what happened during your day! start a conversation!&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^^'') i dont want to know what you're listening to!!          [½hourofpower] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how was o level preps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i slept while my math teacher scolded the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^^'') i dont want to know what you're listening to!!                            [½hourofpower] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^^'') i dont want to know what you're listening to!!                            [½hourofpower] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're good =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY&lt;/span&gt;:talk for at LEAST &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 DAMNED MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;. I MEAN HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO..nevermind&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:41:31 PM] ethel.      : i'm here to enlighten you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[10:19:12 PM] * ethel.       meet the most foolish person on ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th    is now Offline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTHLY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: should the opposition fail to reply for a long time, DO NOT PRESS ESC AND CLOSE THE CONVERSATION YOU MOFOS. STICK TO IT. PICK UP A NEW TOPIC TO DISCUSS ABOUT (note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this's the MOST important point why couples get divorced. learn it well, get married, have children, pay your CPF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and grow old&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[07:58:18 PM] (^^'') i don: well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:07 PM] ethel: so did you help your friend with math today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:40 PM] (^^'') i don: oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:41 PM] (^^'') i don: eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:44 PM] (^^'') i don: i'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:47 PM] (^^'') i don: i didnt know i ended with just saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:49 PM] (^^'') i don: anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[08:00:50 PM] (^^'') i don: yes i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[07:06:28 PM] &amp;hellomcpants: chicken fish!&lt;/span&gt;(this's a rather desperate attempt. BUT it still works =D and i love random lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH(LY)&lt;/span&gt;: always refrain from using -.-, -_-, whatever, duh...,etc. because it makes the opposition feel (i quote exactly) "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ethel says: it makes me feel small and stupid&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, those are the a few of the tips that i would like to share for now, since i feel going to the park now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE NATURE DOESNT JUDGE ME. SOBX&lt;/span&gt;. oh yes and please try not to expect regular posts from me because i'm a scumbag who likes to post only when he sees things worth mentioning. lately i've just been critisizing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own race&lt;/span&gt; alot and due to fear of oppression and having the government and legislative assembly screw me inside out and confiscate my virus-empowered com, i dont think i'll be posting about it. even though i'm seriously disgusted with what the chinese youth are becoming or have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FOR NOW, you'd have to expect posts on proper conversation ettiquete and shitty stuff like that =D&lt;br /&gt;TILL THEN! SEE YOU FOR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and i promised to advertise deserie's site since i have no links.&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE IT IS&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE FOR FREE SE..i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE IF YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT WHAT A POPULAR SWINGING AND HIP LIFE OF A 14 YEAR OLD SHOULD SOUND LIKE ----&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;www.deserie-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-116229935074622359?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/116229935074622359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=116229935074622359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116229935074622359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/116229935074622359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/10/recently-my-blog-has-had-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115884829135895637</id><published>2006-09-21T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T04:46:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking around, i see almost everyone's sites going on hiatus as the final years draw closer. well i did comtemplate about being cliche and saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello guys. this'll be my last post till after the exams. so, so long for now as i'm going on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;however, hiatuses do no justice to me as i have sinned and fallen short. i did try to study thanks to constant reminding(nagging, screaming, going postal). and today was the day i came closest to studying. however...here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 30pm&lt;/span&gt;. and i felt a north wind blow steadily. the wind sifted through my long black gothic, angsty and wild locks. and i felt a little feminine. so i did a little dance in my undies.(yes rachel i was wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; so go froth at the mouth HAW HAW.) then my mum caught me while i was having a short cha cha session with her mop and she banished me from my house and has never acknowledged me as a son since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is what might have happened had i turned gay from wearing too-tight-tees. tight black turns you metrosexual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. it was 8 30pm. and there wasnt a single breath of wind to be felt. not even from the north. and i was headbangin' to disturbed and suddenly it hit me. no not the wall.(HAHAHAHA..ha..ha..damn you fans of witty humour. bring back old school random jokes) it hit me that boonyew's a bad influence! he hooks me up on rammstein. he hooks me up on disturbed. he hooks me up on bayside.(bayside's a cult. spread the love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muack muack!&lt;/span&gt;) so i went back online, blocked him and deleted him, at the same time screaming,"GET THEE BEHIND ME EVIL SCUMSUCKING ROAD WHORE!" kidding i just wanted to flame boonyew. boonyew i still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lubx lubx you 184~&lt;/span&gt;(note : always pacify your prey after victimizing them. learn from the best =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok if you havent already realised, there isnt much to my story thus causing a chain reaction sparking off random stories that goes so well with cheese and wine. here's what REALLY happened. i swear on my cheezels and green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its was 8 30pm and there was not a breath of wind blowing. i was head banging to disturbed and thinking if we ever covered those kind of songs we'd need a satanic, evil and sadistic vocalist who loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bondage and kinky sex&lt;/span&gt;. so i suggested a mat! (a malay gangster or whatever. not a damned cloth you put on the floor for your pets to sleep on you inflexible pieces of...) actually i THOUGHT of a mat i didnt suggest to anybody unless i have a dual personality complex and i end up falling in love with myself. it was then that i decided that i needed a bathe. to clear my head and freshen myself up for a hard night's exertion.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you tend to concentrate better on kinky stuff. so if you relate studying to kinky stuff, you get lovely results. try it. you might surprise yourself all you sexy beasts out there&lt;/span&gt;) yeah so, after my bathe, i felt like,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alright brian. this is it. this is where all the hard studying starts. lets rock this final year like pam anderson got rocked by tommy wee. lets do this." &lt;/span&gt;and so i got out all my chem notes, sat down at the table, and i noticed 2 photo albums! i flipped through and felt old all of a sudden. i didnt even have wrinkles then. and my ass wasnt that big then. so, when i got to my second album, i suddenly came across a picture of myself. i wasnt wearing a shirt. but as a 4 year old boy that's quite common. as my eyes scrolled down my own 4 year old curves, i noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. WASNT. WEARING. PANTS. EITHER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLY F. IF THE PRESS EVER GOT HOLD OF SUCH AN UNHOLY PIECE OF POLAROID, MY CAREER WOULD GO DOWN THE DRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it was there that i lost all motivation for studying. and here i stand before you, disgusted and unstudied. a piece of useful information to muggers. never look through your old photo albums just before you study. naked baby photos kill you faster than drugs and booze do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115884829135895637?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115884829135895637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115884829135895637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115884829135895637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115884829135895637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/looking-around-i-see-almost-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115857778905230258</id><published>2006-09-18T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T04:09:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's something i really feel like proclaiming to the world&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;its' a word rather. and what's that word kids? *annoying incessant children chatter and laughter* it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;SENSITIVITY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as we go about our daily lives, how many of you social ingrates and scumbags actually consider this word. as i'm rather hungry right now and in no mood for witty humour and flowery language, i shall attempt to make this a simple YET profound writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sometimes, as i live and breathe, i see many an occasion where people dont practise this at all. the only way to convey such a topic clearly is to first paint a picture of what a situation that lacks this S word would go like. hmm, lets take one simple example that happened to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so, here i was, in my classroom, sitting at my desk afterschool packing up my stuff and listening to some of my friends discussing Singapore Dreaming with my neurotic history teacher. all of a sudden(i have just sunk to a new low of using composition phrases such as thus.), this dude called matthew popped up beside me. and he looked happy. now, i dont mean to be emo and all and say that" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOBODY CAN BE HAPPY. I MEAN LIKE, HOW CAN YOU BE HAPPY WHEN EVERYONE'S LOOKING AT YOU WITH SUCH..SUCH JUDGING EYES. I just..*sob*..i cant..take it..stop..stop looking at me! STOP JUDGING ME! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME..". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah. so, as i was saying, he looked happy. and i thought to myself,"now THAT is the reason why life is meaningful! because we can experience emotions such as happiness.." and i drifted into a state of eternal bliss. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. i thought he looked somewhat..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strange and alienated&lt;/span&gt; because i'm skeptical and all and..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i dont really bother myself with such things due to the fact that it takes up too much of my life bothering about why a happy dude just popped up beside me. thus i went on packing my bag and thinking $7 is pittance for a daily allowance of a growing 15 year old kid. and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the happy dude squirted me with his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEW F-ING SQUIRTED ME WITH HIS BOTTLE WTF HAS HE LOST HIS PEANUTS?!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i wasnt..very much affected by that, considering the fact that, ITS THE END OF SCHOOL! we dont...we dont get mad over a squirt and such! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sides, i'm waterproof up till 600m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thus i let that squirt slide.&lt;br /&gt;and then he said,"showers of blessing!"&lt;br /&gt;and squirted me another 6 times till half my anatomy was drenched.&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; squirt i raised an eyebrow at him which smacked a message in his face that said,"dude, you're weird and strange and i dont like you at all so please step 2394273042739473209472 steps back."&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if its..pure stupidity and nonchalance or the fact that "blessing" people gets him so high he loses his sense of better judgement that the dude he's showering is a land mammal by heart and detests the water and getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well, i dont think dear matthew took into consideration the fact that he had toed the borders of life and death. the only reason keeping me from reaching across the desk, ripping out his larynx and drinking his blood(i'm part vampiric. its what keeps me calm =D) was the fact that i was rather occupied looking for my tie. seeing that sitting around was only going to get my other half of my anatomy wet along with other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremities&lt;/span&gt; of my body, i decided to get up and check the cupboard at the back for my tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT CREATURE HAD THE..THE AUDACITY OF FOLLOWING ME. AND WORSE OF ALL, speaking of vampirism, HE STARTED DRAWING VAMPIRIC SIGNS ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS BOTTLE. like, y'know, the david's star with a circle around it. and here i was thinking that those signs that i found outside our class was done by another dude from another class. SO IT WAS HIM. THAT. CREATURE WHO ATTAINED NIRVANA AND TRIED SPREADING IT THROUGH LIQUID. sigh..yeah. and he went like,"yay! yay! yay!" anyways, from now on i'm typing in bold cause its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;irritating to switch around&lt;/span&gt; though i know you abstract anarchists love my previous architecture of switching around with the font thickness and all. so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;just get over it and live&lt;/span&gt; =D. so, as i was saying, matthew was going postal over vampiric signs and all and i was still searching around for my darned tie which i later found out that some other dude took it home. as i was standing by the cupboard peering into Narnia, he drew a triangle with his bottle and said,"if only i could fill this with kerosene and throw a lighter here then it'd be like Bloaw! so cool." you know what matthew, it would've been better if that was a hole six feet deep to which i would've buried you in and sealed the top with 3 layers of uncle flob's titanium cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alright..yeah so that's what happens when a person doesnt practise a little sensitivity. we ourselves get irritated and lose our sensitivity towards that person and thus a viscious cycle ensues. THEREFORE LOVES, always think about what your victim would feel before engaging in mean activities.(unless your victim's sicheng then..yeah that's an exception HAHAHAHHA sorry sicheng i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lubx lubx you 184~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115857778905230258?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115857778905230258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115857778905230258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115857778905230258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115857778905230258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-something-i-really-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115798112423365083</id><published>2006-09-11T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:45:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good evening all my hot,sweaty and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; loves&lt;br /&gt;hmm..there's nothing much to this post so i dont really think you should start reading this thinking that you'd learn something new or interesting about this earth. or this sad little country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i've been spending the past 4 hours trying to sign into MSN Messenger. to which i've just succeeded but found apparently no one online except my long-suffering, fake friend of a bot SmarterChild. he's quite useful actually. i use him to fill up my contact list count and test if i'm lagging on msn or anything =D sometimes i realise we do take things for granted. like MSN Messenger for example. everyday i come home and sign in without even thinking a second thought about it. and today, i just couldnt no matter how much tried. hmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I WAS LIKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKING &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PISSED OFF CAUSE IT COULDNT SIGN IN AND I WAS LIKE,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS SUCKS&lt;/span&gt; F-ING DICK &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO&lt;/span&gt; AVENGED SEVENFOLD &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; PAINT MY NAILS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; CUT MYSELF &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; WEAR EYELINER &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; SCREAM &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ALONG WITH M.SHADOWS&lt;/span&gt; TILL MY THROAT GOES GOYAK &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND I RELEASE A NEW ALBUM CALLED&lt;/span&gt; CITY OF EVIL &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHERE I USE&lt;/span&gt; HARMONICS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TO COVER MY&lt;/span&gt; SADDENING VOCALS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO THAT MY BAND DOESNT&lt;/span&gt; KICK ME OUT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I COULDNT&lt;/span&gt; PAY FOR MY SHADES&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; IF THEY DID AND THE WORLD WOULD SEE THAT I&lt;/span&gt; DONT WEAR EYELINER &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND ALL MY FANS WILL&lt;/span&gt; DITCH A7X &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; SUPPORT THE ARTIC MONKEYS NOOOO." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry i had a lorraine moment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that was how my day was since i got home. anyways, i'm trying to think of something witty to say that should inevitably shake you up inside as you read this post and perhaps think about why the new msn live messenger looks so damned gay and retarded and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i dont shine light on my personal life very often, just for today, i'd let you into my very very oh-so-glam life. well, since i cant really write about anything above the ratings of pg13 here and risk being flagged by middle-aged housewives who, bake bulletproof muffins and spend their free time keeping us young upstarts on the net in place, there's not very much i can actually expose to you lovely people. hmm..BUT i do think i could dig up something that actually toes that guildline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY. I HAD CHEMISTRY TEST ON CONCENTRATION AND I WAS LIKE,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN THIS SHIT&lt;/span&gt; I CANT DO NO NOTHING AND I'M THINKING,SINCE I'M ALL GOTH AND GOING TO BE THE NEXT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AVENGED TACKYFOLD&lt;/span&gt;, I SHOULD BE BURSTING MY LYRNX SCREAMING TO SECOND HEARTBEAT." &lt;/span&gt;oh dear excuse my lorraine moment. i think if she ever read this i'd be splashed across her lovely site, her myspace, her..everything and she'd be making people sign petitions to close down my blog, and for me to pay to send her for a one way trip to synyster gates's shack up at bat country. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i mean, zacky vengence is just as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as synyster. and zacky's just as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as synyster. SO WHY DOES SYNYSTER GET TO STOMP AROUND WHILE EVERYONE GETS SMUSHED UNDER HIS BIG FEET. WE SHOULD ALL JUST &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAB&lt;/span&gt; SYNYSTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gretchen weiners had cracked. i do think i watched mean girls one time too many =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, i had a chemistry test today. which went quite disastrous indeed if i were to say so myself. there were was one blatant point that actually depicts how badly i screwed this little quiz up and i'll tell you about it later (though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; is quite the understatement considering this counts for my final year =D) firstly, there was this questions where we had to calculate the mass of sodium hydroxide was it..that was required to neutralize an acid in the stomach. and if one pill of sodium hydroxide was 3 grams, how many pills would we thus require to destroy that fatty acid so that all is at peace in your intestines. well it wasnt my answer that was hilarious. i got 4 pills as my answer. still quite sane. my friend got 40 pills. i do think he just killed his patient. i mean how many bottles of pills did that poor dude have to take anyways HAHA..ha..ha? not funny? alright well lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, down to the blatant point that i discovered that instantly told me,"dude, you tripped up bad this time &gt;=D" you all wanna hear it? youwannayouwannayouwanna? i think everyone just alt-f4ed my page at this point. cause we're out of shape and fat and nobody likes us =D. well for those of you who stayed on, the blatant point was at the last question. where we had to calculate the amount of calcium carbonate in a seashell. that weighed 1.03 grams. and i calculated with great efficiency and i obtained this answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amount of calcium carbonate in 1.03g of seashell = 3g&lt;br /&gt;hmm..quite a smack in the face indeed..but. not that huge a bitchslap yet. the next part of the question was, calculate the percentage of calcium carbonate in the seashell. MAN ITS LIKE ADDING INSULT TO INJURY. WHAT'M I SUPPOSED TO WRITE?! oh the percentage of calcium carbonate in the seashell is approximately 300% and i do think this shell is mutated. so, in all due respect to the question and to my dignity, i left it blank. though i was itching to write," chemistry doesnt require us to dissolve seashells in acid you mofo gimme something more straightforward and in-my-face." which would eventually lead me to get a divine spanking from john's reverred Teo Ser Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well loves, thats all i can pull out of the G rating box. the rest you might have to speak to me in person to find out so likex likex addsh miee kKx?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;m-ash-and&lt;/span&gt;: shadowlizard1991@hotmail.com (FINE SO I MADE IT WHEN I WAS 9 =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;fwensterx&lt;/span&gt;: eeuu addsh miee dunch kall miee addsh eeuu. dowan copycat,liar and backstabber horx. KEKEKEKEKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115798112423365083?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115798112423365083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115798112423365083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115798112423365083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115798112423365083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-evening-all-my-hotsweaty-and-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115777198885772519</id><published>2006-09-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:34:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHEER UP BOONYEW! I'LL PLAY ANY THRICE SONG YOU WANT TILL MY FINGERS BURN OFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL NEVER BE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RHYTHM AND BASS TOGETHER 184&lt;/span&gt;~~(#@&amp;@(#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/1600/184.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/400/184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so lets just go back to those happy times =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115777198885772519?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115777198885772519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115777198885772519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115777198885772519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115777198885772519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheer-up-boonyew-ill-play-any-thrice.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115733985977160086</id><published>2006-09-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:17:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..i didnt intend to do a post again so soon but there's something that really bothering me at the moment. firstly, its the fact that i have a flu and i'm wheezing away like some retarded howler monkey. i'm pretty sure the old dude i was pushing around the zoo didnt cough or wheeze and spasm. in fact, he didnt even talk. no man's an island huh. well that guy felt like a distant continent altogether. anyways, it couldnt have been him who passed the flu to me..deserie was in the pink of health so..How in the gulak world did i get this flu..karma? i mean the only person i've been critisizing so far was sicheng. that's not enough karma since he's not that important. LOL kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i've heard many a time that the world has gone absolutely mad. but this is the first time i've started feeling it. just the other day, i decided to visit Yahoo! for no apparent reason. and splashed across the featured videos page was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Stroll Of The Penguins: watch six penguins walk to their new home at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;2.Cell phone throwing contest crowns winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i just skeptical or..do people actually like watching fat vertical birds wobble into captivity? i mean yeah they're adorable and all but 25seconds just to watch them walk into a swimming pool? i could take over the world in that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cellphone throwing contest..is just awkward. I mean, if you have so many cellphones such that you require a contest just to get rid of them, i would suggest you donate them to yours truely. so that i can sell mine to the museum. it's kinda embarrassing sometimes when people want to send you stuff through their phone and they ask: bluetooth? no. decayed. infrared? nope. it kills sperms. GPS? nope. i have one in the car though. then what've you got! SMS and camera. ohh..how many megapixel? 0.005, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..yeah thats one of the few things that have been bugging me recently. oh yeah, and about my wanting to write up on our singapore idols, i guess i'll put that off for the time being. i found out there were more obnoxious people on this earth. eg. Paris Hilton. she comments on her latest album,"i like, cry when i hear it. its so good" well missy hilton, the only time i cried because of you was when you stuffed your hand up a cow's behind in the Simple Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and, i cried for the cow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115733985977160086?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115733985977160086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115733985977160086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115733985977160086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115733985977160086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115728779214821271</id><published>2006-09-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:24:41.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.&lt;br /&gt;*three of which must be the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;*After that tag at least 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;1. sibeng&lt;br /&gt;2. deserie&lt;br /&gt;3. amanda&lt;br /&gt;4. rachel&lt;br /&gt;5. zacky vengence&lt;br /&gt;6. iggy pop&lt;br /&gt;7. roxane&lt;br /&gt;8. darren&lt;br /&gt;9. boonyew&lt;br /&gt;10. blossom&lt;br /&gt;11. bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;on kids central, disney channel, and cartoon network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt know my first bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?&lt;br /&gt;i would advise 9 to consult a physchitrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you like 7?&lt;br /&gt;as much as she likes me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;zacky's too emo. iggy's too saggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda..is a girl who is really chatty and lively, has groundshakingly red emo specs and has a lovely smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;no. he turns up late 24/7 and demands that he's the leader of the band so he can be as frisking late as he wants. he also believe that tight black is hot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 9.&lt;br /&gt;he may not look it, but he enjoys milk bathes with rose petals inside every once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;br /&gt;i've never even seen her before LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Whats 5's favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;black shirts and underwear and eyeliner and cutting himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What would you do if 10 confesses he/she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;i would need to get my hearing and eyesight checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What language does 6 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Engrish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Darren! on saturdays and sundays, he cheats on darren with me. on public holidays he cheats with sibeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 8 now?&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.When was the last time you talked to 1?&lt;br /&gt;5minutes earlier until he decided to watch lord of the rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;The Artic Monkeys. kidding i dont know she didnt tell me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;LOL?! no she'd date me first. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you ever date 11?&lt;br /&gt;if i was hallucinating, on crack and absinthe, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Have you ever seen 8 naked?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom you want to pass this on:no one. i dont believe in chainmails =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115728779214821271?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115728779214821271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115728779214821271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115728779214821271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115728779214821271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/09/name-11-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115694895269884216</id><published>2006-08-30T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:06:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good evening to all! this isnt really a real post cause its 9 50pm right now and its kinda obvious i cant really express myself properly at such an hour. well its been quite a gloomy day for the last day of school before the short break. my night's been quite unglamorous indeed for such a day as this. usually, on the night of the last day of school before a break there'd be so much to do! so much to say to each other! so..JUST SO MUCH TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. left without anybody to talk to&lt;br /&gt;2.ignored after i finally found people to talk to&lt;br /&gt;3.grouchy over a lousy dinner&lt;br /&gt;4.cold&lt;br /&gt;5.too weak from training to even remove my shirt to bathe&lt;br /&gt;6.nearly frozen to death while showering&lt;br /&gt;7.nearly frozen to death once again while towelling dry&lt;br /&gt;8.lastly, ditched once again. for maple. m-a-ple. that's just...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that's about half my problems but i dont think anyone would want to hear anymore on such a gloomy day. i wonder..why wasnt anyone online tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be the whole world's watching rockstar supernova while i, the poor cableless peasant, have to contend with the "best" of RNB by the Singapore Idols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on my next post i will be dealing with our lovely contestants for this very contest itself. and i have one helluva mouthful to blow at those...creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when i turn 17 i'd go contest for it. who knows, Singapore, I might be Your next singapore idol. Now, all i need, is a cutety cutety cute attitude and a flashy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/1600/gai.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/gai.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm all set to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115694895269884216?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115694895269884216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115694895269884216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115694895269884216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115694895269884216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-evening-to-all-this-isnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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-32490958.post-115519511941515072</id><published>2006-08-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:42:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well..just to set things straight, i don't really intend to post regularly like everyone else so..yeah check back everyday to see the same post! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, there's something that i've been bothered about recently. my brother's currently in the national service and he's complaining about almost everythi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/1600/NStemp..9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng military that he comes across. my parents have always been reminding me about the same thing: study hard! get good grades then become an officer when you enter the army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now...wait a minute here..get good grades? i thought it was supposed to be more of "pick up air rifle, learn to shoot, go learn jungle ops in your backyard to prepare yourself for the army" kind of thing. but what i've come to learn of is that the better your&lt;strong&gt; GRADES&lt;/strong&gt; are, the &lt;strong&gt;HIGHER&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FURTHER&lt;/strong&gt; you go in the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its the ARMY! THE A-R-M-Y FOR VAN GOGH'S SAKE! WHO THE HECK GETS PROMOTED FOR BEING GOOD AT MATHS OR SCIENCE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sure, there're lots of military technology that need operating during the event of a war, and we need brains for that. but imagine every squadron leader and commando who got promoted to their current rank due to their results in school. hell, they might even mistake a bullet and think it a gold plated limited edition super panadol for backaches and joint pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its's good to know that war isnt going to be anytime soon in our country. that should give any military commander or officer time to read my posts and be inspired to visit the gym for purposes other than that cute trainer in her sports bra and sweat pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TO ALL MILITARY PERSONNAL READING THIS POST: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE AT LEAST LEARN HOW TO AIM THAT PIECE OF METAL YOU'RE CARRYING AROUND EVERYDAY. who knows, you MIGHT even get to use it at LEAST once during a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's a little something i put together just to emphasize the importance of proper military education. alright fine so i cant photoshop to save my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NStemp..7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what happens if you dont have proper military training &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NS1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hit 'im with all you got soldier! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NS2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;brain malfunction! instant victory! smart soldier - 1 terrorist - 0&lt;br /&gt;scenario 2 (real world, real time): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NStemp..10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what happens when you dont have proper military training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NS3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hit 'im with all yo..watch out soldier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/318/320/NS4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he was a great soldier and he served a noble cause. smart soldier - 0 terrorist - 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32490958-115519511941515072?l=gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/feeds/115519511941515072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32490958&amp;postID=115519511941515072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115519511941515072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32490958/posts/default/115519511941515072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunsnposeurs.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</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></feed>
