<?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-2685821724089144530</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:26:35.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Hate This Blog, Castration Is THE Answer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6732631719561475564</id><published>2009-02-28T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:46:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Down</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, we moved to a new blog with a bigger group of writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check us out with other friends at this address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://passing5minutes.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6732631719561475564?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6732631719561475564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/closing-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6732631719561475564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6732631719561475564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/closing-down.html' title='Closing Down'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-5489548626683017448</id><published>2009-02-26T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:38:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Exploration</title><content type='html'>I should attempt to explore this topic with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fierce curiosity&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; explosive passion&lt;/span&gt; in which I would explore other topics, but I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;simply bound to my seat&lt;/span&gt;, typing these words slowly with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sloth's pace&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; infatuation knows no bounds and lacks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; logical reasoning. As such, my only logical and rational deduction should be that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself insane and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;sent off&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;asylum&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;yet within&lt;/span&gt;, a different passion stirs, lurking in that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dark corner of my id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Waiting. Readying itself. Patiently biding its time whilst sending out signals that constantly pierce through my cloud of self-doubt and reasoning, signals that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;destroy my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and cause fallacies in my deductions. Surely if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;knowledge is power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am a weak being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, subjected to the ramifications of my increasingly becoming id. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Random words&lt;/span&gt; that pop out of my mind,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; please&lt;/span&gt; heed the call of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my sanity&lt;/span&gt; and face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do not know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt; does not know &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's not right or becoming&lt;br /&gt;And neither would it ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;No matter&lt;/span&gt; how much it may seem to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;true.&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/2685821724089144530-5489548626683017448?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5489548626683017448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophical-exploration_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/5489548626683017448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/5489548626683017448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophical-exploration_26.html' title='Philosophical Exploration'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-3311338130302618499</id><published>2009-02-25T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:10:10.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Struggle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH LORD &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a friggin &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;power dispute&lt;/span&gt; earlier, but its cool, the blog has gone through its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coup&lt;/span&gt; and we realized that the blog needs more &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;contributors&lt;/span&gt;. So we are steadily adding authors in the hope of making &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one super blog&lt;/span&gt; where ppl can randomly comment and add different opinions on the same thing : D&lt;br /&gt;but here was the dispute-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bt jaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i made u an author too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; oh right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;New Blog Author 1 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;-poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; this is an insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; i shall back out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; sobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; i can delete all of you motherfuckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; BLOG DOMINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i made myself admin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and revoked ur privileges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; i gave you the password and you betrayed my trsut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;New Blog Author 1 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; I AM THE ONE WHO MADE THAT BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; HAHAHAAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;-poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; YOU MOTHERFUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; LOW LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; UR THE FCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; WHO SAID NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;-poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; DIDNT EVEN ASK ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; MAKE YOUR OWN BLOG LA ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;New Blog Author 1 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i made it mine -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;New Blog Author 1 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the dispute people&lt;br /&gt;but its okay&lt;br /&gt;hope we can do this lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-3311338130302618499?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3311338130302618499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/internal-struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3311338130302618499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3311338130302618499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/internal-struggle.html' title='Internal Struggle!'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-7168394875183177561</id><published>2009-02-24T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:21:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>There are always things better left unheard rather than to be let out. And its true. But all I just want to try to be there for you, no matter how weird it may seem to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-7168394875183177561?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7168394875183177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7168394875183177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7168394875183177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_24.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-347435981082806426</id><published>2009-02-24T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:19:00.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a|2YaN</title><content type='html'>The following takes place between 4 guys, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29©&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Poser]&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;–poPPY-&lt;/span&gt;, an all male group where we each are trying to annoy one another to the point of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Poser is an Indian who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; Indians.&lt;br /&gt;This occurred between 1AM and 12PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I"M TALKING TO 4 OTHER GIRLS , DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You're destroying my FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-poPPY- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what 4 girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its us is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; hHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; sure its a girl ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; [Poser]   says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; hahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; AHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lol from chow kit is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; how much la you pay her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; or him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;she just said that I was too attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-poPPY- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wow she work for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shes that blind ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dammm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No shes not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ATTRCTIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She knows how to appreciate art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;don lie la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-poPPY- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lol ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-poPPY- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ABSTRACT ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, that is ART too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so is my puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Random Conversant 15 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;regardless of it colour, shape, size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;its still art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahha his puke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-poPPY- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lol damm confusing art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;julian is as artsy as a|2YaNs map&lt;/span&gt; (see roadmaptomyhouse.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause, as a finality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; [Poser]  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ahahaha man i cant stop watching those videos... a|2YaNs my gay bro man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt; WHAT WAS THAT LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Random Conversator 29 © says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; lol...n Poser...ever da mr random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 17.6pt; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-347435981082806426?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/347435981082806426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-a2yan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/347435981082806426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/347435981082806426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-a2yan.html' title='Conversations with a|2YaN'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-5950668377532957977</id><published>2009-02-24T06:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:08:51.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaMea6Q7rOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q4eaMSLOLDw/s1600-h/forgetting.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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As I walked through the rain I could only feel the tiny ministrations which played out; the tiniest of piano notes playing it's symphony with a crescendo of lightning and thunder. One look had set me on this path of seeming self-destruction and yet all I could do during this time was simply walk. Walk to a destination I was unsure I would reach, walk to a destination unsure I could meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that moment? That moment of pure and ludicrous emotion? An emotion so overpowering that at that moment there is nothing more you wanted in that instance of a time but to disappear in a flash. That was the extent of what I had to cope with. The audacity of my emotions was astounding, but then again, who says one controls the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on this numbing walk through the frigid rain, it was then that I had an epiphany of sorts. Interesting note though, that despite the ubiquitous nature of epiphanies, it is often only the most emotional ones that one goes through that would often has the most impact. This one struck my emotions harder than a car speeding at 80km/h would. It was with that one look that had set my mind straight of the weeks of inadequacy and confusion. It was with that one look that had accomplished so much that my rationale could not, one look that had achieved what common sense had attempted to pertain within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langston Hughes once wrote&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;For if dreams die&lt;br /&gt;Life is a broken winged bird&lt;br /&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunately had held on to dreams of extreme disillusion. The veracity of the situation had opened my eyes to the vehemency of my actions and the foolishness of my will. I could have had all the determination in the world, but after what I have done, I had to face it. She would never come to liking me, and even if she did it would be for all the completely wrong reasons. And I guess it's the hard way of realizing it, but at least the constant patter of the rain had brought me the ability to elude this ergo lessening any pain that I might feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most fucked up part?&lt;br /&gt;I barely know her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-1110672785233809370?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1110672785233809370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1110672785233809370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1110672785233809370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_23.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-8428631378734921792</id><published>2009-02-22T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:06:26.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Moments</title><content type='html'>This is a wtf moment.&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt; at least lets make the blog better together right&lt;br /&gt; -poPPY-  says:&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt; the blog sucks la now&lt;br /&gt; like wth&lt;br /&gt; so much philopshy&lt;br /&gt; anywho&lt;br /&gt; i m eating lunch&lt;br /&gt; be back later&lt;br /&gt; tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes from the co-author of the blog, one has managed to inspire me to post outrageously random and at times 'philosophical' and 'emotional' posts. But that is life, we can't have random moments all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to Poppy, you want random?&lt;br /&gt;how about some jokes. Dedicated to Poppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Poppy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you so ugly that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; when you joined an ugly contest, they said "Sorry, no professionals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mama said "What a treasure!" and the doctor said "Yes, let's go bury it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; instead of putting the bungee cord around your ankle, they put it around your neck and said "For World Peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ugly were bricks you'd have your own projects as tall as KLCC and as big as Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even no matter how many facials you get, you would never realize cum isn't a good pimple cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Poppy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you so stupid that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when you saw the 18 Only sign at the movies and went home to get 17 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  that you put lipstick on because you thought it would make up your friggin mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need anything more be said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't think so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-8428631378734921792?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/8428631378734921792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/8428631378734921792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/8428631378734921792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf-moments.html' title='WTF Moments'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-886077683259689363</id><published>2009-02-22T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:36:11.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDkMiOhffI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-w18QE4M9t0/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDkMiOhffI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-w18QE4M9t0/s320/shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305491265039728114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;never here and never there&lt;br /&gt;never around when you are found&lt;br /&gt;never smile never frown&lt;br /&gt;never up never down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always away always around&lt;br /&gt;always there when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;always passive always neutral&lt;br /&gt;always in between up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes smile never frown&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there when you are found&lt;br /&gt;sometimes up sometimes down&lt;br /&gt;sometimes funny yet never a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im here when ur never there&lt;br /&gt;maybe im there when ur never here&lt;br /&gt;maybe i smile maybe i frown&lt;br /&gt;but all in all i like you all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-886077683259689363?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/886077683259689363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/886077683259689363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/886077683259689363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDkMiOhffI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-w18QE4M9t0/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-956201312868917290</id><published>2009-02-22T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:28:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDFslvO7YI/AAAAAAAAADk/hRAGEWs7YWo/s1600-h/heaven_can_wait_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDFslvO7YI/AAAAAAAAADk/hRAGEWs7YWo/s320/heaven_can_wait_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305457730877582722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a note from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here ye here ye, man came to be&lt;br /&gt;and with his existence brought many things- pestilence, death, famine and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the beginning of the technological prowess that man bequeathed himself that saw the inexplicable descent of man into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus on the edge of fading away into the nothingness of non-existence that man brought on to himself, man looked up into the sky and asked: "Why God, if you are so almighty and so omnipotent, why do you allow suffering and disease rampantly sown? Why God do you allow your followers and believers to live lives of suffering for eternal pleasure that we can't even be sure of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as man was about to fall into the cavernous depths of eternity, God came down and smiled softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a jolly laugh and jingling bells, God replied. "What is heaven without purgatory? If heaven was so easily achieved would it not stop to be heaven for many? Heaven is what you as men make it, and yet today you have made heaven a place of simplicity materialism. Heaven can no longer be eternal to you as you have created a heaven where things eventually degrade with your ideas of worldly pleasure. Heaven in the past was unattainable because man forever saw Heaven as a concept of eternal peace and happiness whereas now with technology Heaven is just another place, attainable with all the skills and tools that man has created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for mankind is that I give you misfortune so that you can realize the real meaning behind Heaven. Heaven is the only thing in man's life that man cannot achieve and it is because of that very idea Heaven is sought after by everyone. People have called Heaven different names and different things but in reality the very idea of having eternal peace through the hard-work of goodness and perseverance against sin is present in the hearts of everyone and hidden in the minds of the people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a gentle bow and a jolly smile, God pulled mankind up. And despite Him knowing that even after all that- man would still never learn, He saved man from oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDFsn2KcnI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6hwdmjuZ04/s1600-h/cataclysm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDFsn2KcnI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6hwdmjuZ04/s320/cataclysm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305457731443520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is Merciless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-956201312868917290?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/956201312868917290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/956201312868917290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/956201312868917290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past_22.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDFslvO7YI/AAAAAAAAADk/hRAGEWs7YWo/s72-c/heaven_can_wait_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-4655036032809697408</id><published>2009-02-22T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:38:05.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>This is an old note from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDIZvL85aI/AAAAAAAAADs/J9FEK3E0cwE/s1600-h/janus-rund.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDIZvL85aI/AAAAAAAAADs/J9FEK3E0cwE/s320/janus-rund.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305460705531323810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am both my enemy and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am both my ally and my foe.&lt;br /&gt;I am both the sparrow in the wind and the eagle up above.&lt;br /&gt;I am both my respite through the rough and the bane through my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always hated what I have done and yet I have always loved what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved my enemies and yet hated my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have always paid my dues though owed many loans.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been there for myself though it is me that I have always forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the paradox to myself and the conundrum to my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;I am the psychologist and yet also the patient.&lt;br /&gt;I am the most hated thing that I have ever known, yet the most loved.&lt;br /&gt;I am the only thing keeping me alive though I am the only thing wanting me to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the light through the darkness and the darkness through the light.&lt;br /&gt;I am both my savior from evil and the corrupter from good.&lt;br /&gt;I have always saved myself from problems yet always bring myself into one.&lt;br /&gt;I am both myself though sometimes not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, though who I am isn't always me.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the deliverer yet also always the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;I would give my life to be me, though sometimes I may not.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, though who I am may never be the best of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-4655036032809697408?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4655036032809697408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4655036032809697408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4655036032809697408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaDIZvL85aI/AAAAAAAAADs/J9FEK3E0cwE/s72-c/janus-rund.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-4158984572703384807</id><published>2009-02-21T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:50:58.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Pictureless Portrait Of A Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Disastrous Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12AM: Emo. EMo after telling girl true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;130AM: Major Hangover. Managed to get to bed to get knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3:31AM: Woke up again to message same girl and being completely desperate. I wish life was perfect so I don't need to do shit. How many times must a heart break before it finally stops ticking hard enough to realize the desperation.&lt;br /&gt;3:32AM: Realized life's imperfection and inherent flaws are what constitutes the entire definition of paradise. There is no pleasure without pain, no peace without conflict.&lt;br /&gt;3:33AM: Philosophizing made me knock out again.&lt;br /&gt;4AM: Woke up to smoke and play cs and look at girls fb profile.&lt;br /&gt;4:10AM: Girl is causing me to hallucinate.&lt;br /&gt;4:30AM: Stoned then woke up to play games.&lt;br /&gt;5AM: Games are not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Flawed Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30AM: Managed to take a shower and go to college.&lt;br /&gt;7:15AM: Came to college for some debate crap, but was bored so smoked somemore.&lt;br /&gt;7:30AM: Smoked some more. Msged with first girl, but was obvious was unwanted. Smoked some more.&lt;br /&gt;8:00AM: Got sick of smoking, watched people pass by.&lt;br /&gt;8:01AM: Got sick of watching people pass by so I smoked some more.&lt;br /&gt;8:25AM: Finally we managed to go for the debate thing, but I was thoroughly expired.&lt;br /&gt;9:00AM: Reached KDU college for the debate thing, but unfortunately was extremely bored, so I tried flirting with this other girl to get my mind completely off the first girl.&lt;br /&gt;9:30AM: So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;9:32AM: First girl comes to mind. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;12:00PM: Skipped all the goddamn boring debate shit and got the other girls number. Still not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Lovely Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1PM: Reached college to emo with Jaws and Nique. Nique gave compounding and worthwhile advice while Jaws slapped some sense into me. (or was that last night?...)&lt;br /&gt;5PM: Skipped all the goddamn boring stoning shit. Basically there was a hot grey dress chick and a decent looking friend looking at Jaws and/not me and I thght we cld go harass- I mean flirt but Jaws didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;5:01PM: Contemplated if Jaws was gay.&lt;br /&gt;5:02PM: Professed feelings of love and touched his thigh.&lt;br /&gt;5:30PM: Woke up in a daze in an alley outside, with a bruise on my head. Someone must have mugged me while I was professing and loving. Went to McD's to stone with Jaws and Nique then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sad Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6PM: They left me alone, after they had to go home coincidentally after I told Jaws he was hot. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;8PM: Reached home after playing L4D, shooting boomers and 1000 zombies. First girl haunts my mind with every shot and every reload I made.&lt;br /&gt;10PM: Laughing about how I make up some of the randomest things abt my routine while listening to chopin. Randomness is fucking bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-4158984572703384807?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4158984572703384807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4158984572703384807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4158984572703384807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-3283194948521058078</id><published>2009-02-20T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:58:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2PO__44oI/AAAAAAAAACw/wIEXTN1CXUs/s1600-h/20060121213544_blue_smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2PO__44oI/AAAAAAAAACw/wIEXTN1CXUs/s320/20060121213544_blue_smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304553423972655746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh smoke smoke over me&lt;br /&gt;smoke smoke inside of me&lt;br /&gt;the smoke smoke twirling above&lt;br /&gt;the white smoke killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh smoke smoke make me good&lt;br /&gt;i smoke smoke like its food&lt;br /&gt;the smoke around suffocating me&lt;br /&gt;the white smoke killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh love love over me&lt;br /&gt;love love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;the love love twirling around&lt;br /&gt;the love in love giving sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its love love that made me bad&lt;br /&gt;i love and love until im sad&lt;br /&gt;the love around all squashed inside&lt;br /&gt;the love so sad that washes like a tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2PPYt5uXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WZZM6VlIBPw/s1600-h/useless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2PPYt5uXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WZZM6VlIBPw/s320/useless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304553430608099698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-3283194948521058078?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3283194948521058078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3283194948521058078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3283194948521058078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_20.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2PO__44oI/AAAAAAAAACw/wIEXTN1CXUs/s72-c/20060121213544_blue_smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6803520161394351351</id><published>2009-02-19T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:28:58.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with ED6E</title><content type='html'>Random Quirks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have ur jacket&lt;br /&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; **** gave it to me&lt;br /&gt; and i kept it&lt;br /&gt; sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what was she thinking?&lt;br /&gt; gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its in the lair of the dragon&lt;br /&gt; as in&lt;br /&gt; literally&lt;br /&gt; its in the 'lair' of the 'dragon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh good god. i better have my jacket back safe and sound tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh it'll be back&lt;br /&gt; safe and sound?&lt;br /&gt; different story&lt;br /&gt;  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pause after some explanation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh you mean to say..you KNEW it was mine..and so you decided to hijack it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lol yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to kill you lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bt i didnt hijack it&lt;br /&gt; its consentual&lt;br /&gt; right now its resting on my loins&lt;br /&gt; warming up my iron tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|_ | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; prepping it for action later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Conversator 678. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OMG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lol, sexual innuendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6803520161394351351?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6803520161394351351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-ed6e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6803520161394351351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6803520161394351351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-ed6e.html' title='Conversations with ED6E'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-8062781625902732811</id><published>2009-02-19T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:12:57.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2DN56jZCI/AAAAAAAAACY/vSsRec89v_c/s1600-h/swingset.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2DN56jZCI/AAAAAAAAACY/vSsRec89v_c/s320/swingset.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304540211020260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again, being the bigger man (both literally, physica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lly and metaphorically : D) and staying out of it lols. But just so Poppy knows... he started the freaking debates.. -_- as of now im officially out of inspiration&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, a new segment to the blog-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I will share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my routine for the day to you, just because I can, and just because you can read it and I will also think that its quite funny lol. Careful, random pictures ahoy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ED6E-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start of my day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1AM Doing ENG4U Notes. Wondering how sleep would feel on my bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dy.&lt;br /&gt;1.30 AM Finishing up ENG4U Notes. Still wondering if sleep r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; would be that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.34AM Ended up falling asleep from all that wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Early Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2DN3RvwDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9bMyhOLUag0/s1600-h/misusing_slang.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2DN3RvwDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9bMyhOLUag0/s320/misusing_slang.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304540210312233010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6:04AM Woke up, realized I now would have a new wonder- What it would be like to fail my English quiz thanks to unfinished notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6:04AM Fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6:30AM A cup of water thrown by my mom refreshed me to the point of waking up. Decided to take bath and hustle into the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:30AM Came to College, lit a cig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:31AM Thought I lit a cig, turns out I was trying to smoke the wrong end. Had to replace cig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:34AM Saw my usual stoner friends, and one who was trying to park an aston martin DB9 outside college. For real, aston martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:38AM Talked with them, but ended up stoned outside college wondering what I was going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:39AM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:40AM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:41AM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:42AM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:43AM Stone...yeah you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7:44AM Got up to stone in the cafeteria. Talke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d about nipple twisting and nipple sensitivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8:05AM Wondered where time went to, went t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:15AM Realized where all time went to. Got out and gave answers for vocab quiz which I level 3-ed. (C-ed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:20AM Decided to fuck around instead of going to class. Laughed with Jaws a while. Laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:23AM Decided to run up to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:24AM Realized that the door was locked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:24AM Attempted to pick at the door's lock, but had no paper clips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:25AM Realized that even if I had professi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;onal lockpicks, I had no idea how to pick a lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:26AM Deluded myself that I could. Ah, daydreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:27AM Realized that I was fucking stonin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g at a locked door which I could not pick for 3 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:28AM Laughed at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:30AM Went back to the cafeteria to stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:30-10:30AM Memory Lapse, something to do with stoning, laughing and smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 2nd Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2EZh9o2HI/AAAAAAAAACg/CkK2_n5CzwM/s1600-h/numerical_sex_positions.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2EZh9o2HI/AAAAAAAAACg/CkK2_n5CzwM/s320/numerical_sex_positions.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304541510260807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10:30AM Went to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:45AM Came out of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:50AM Went down to the cafeteria to learn that everyone had eaten and that I would get the distinct and succinct pleasure of having everyone see me eat. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:55AM Discussed about where to go to eat, AC was chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12:15PM FINALLY fcking went to AC. God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we procrastinate going to eat so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12:26PM Managed to grab some grub in my tum. But went to go get credit with lxj to prank poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:00PM Went back to class, but was thir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:00PM Borrowed Beatrice's bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:06PM No longer thirsty but late to class, everyone decided to hang out at the water fountain for some reason. Upon returning, we were told class started 6 mins ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:07PM The last late person was told class started 7 mins ago. Mr G receives light chuckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1:08PM No round table today, so Mr G does not get to talk about his weekend. The class sighs in relief while Mr G looks notably more emo and angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:15PM Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:17PM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 3rd Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2EZqWo3tI/AAAAAAAAACo/82ypyIhbFT0/s1600-h/automatic_doors.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2EZqWo3tI/AAAAAAAAACo/82ypyIhbFT0/s320/automatic_doors.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304541512513150674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:17PM Realized I had stoned once again and rush to Data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PM Got caught up talking, and finally reached Data class where I was made to sign the late sheet. Son of a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:30PM Stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:31PM Thought 30 mins passed, but 30 seconds had passed instead. Realized where all the time had went and why time has numerical values and math is the study of numerical values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2:32PM Chuckle at the future joke I just made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3:30PM Stoned after class, after playing with a calculator and writing a story about 3 blind mices who stole cheese and got away with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3:35PM After managing to scrape together enough money, got some chips and managed to go to the 'movie' at LT5 so that I don't miss 2 periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3:40PM After complaining about how Taylors needs fcking rain covers, I realized I would have a boring and rather uncomfortable time in LT5. Chair squeakings do not help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3:41PM Chuckle to myself as I annoyed ppl with chair squeakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4:34PM Realized the movie was one really really boring one, yet significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4:35PM Intermission made me rush out to grab a smoke and some water. At peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4:40PM Went back to the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6PM Movie ended, and I stoned around College for a while before going outside and eventually going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7PM Reached home, slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11PM Realized I had work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12PM Got tired of making my own routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-8062781625902732811?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/8062781625902732811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/routine-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/8062781625902732811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/8062781625902732811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/routine-of-day.html' title='Routine of the Day'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZ2DN56jZCI/AAAAAAAAACY/vSsRec89v_c/s72-c/swingset.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-1437529672507842609</id><published>2009-02-19T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:42:09.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American "Idols" Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ1xiZkG9GI/AAAAAAAAADI/XLrR8yAC0EA/s1600-h/casey-carlson-bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ1xiZkG9GI/AAAAAAAAADI/XLrR8yAC0EA/s320/casey-carlson-bikini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304520771904140386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first 12 contestants from the top 36 performed last night and boy did the unexpected happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana was very calm and composed and her annoying laughter was no where to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her rendition of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Saving All My Love For You&lt;/span&gt;" was really great and i can safely say that was by far the best performance she gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say the same for Casey Carlson(one of Jaw's &lt;s&gt;favorites&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casey Carlson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her performance can be interpreted as bad in many ways, both in singing AND her dancing. She was doing some weird facial expressions and just look totally different compared to her previous performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here she is performing on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKMQuM_Ox84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKMQuM_Ox84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKMQuM_Ox84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKMQuM_Ox84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't find any videos of Tatiana singing though so this audio clip has to do: =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LCAztGUKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LCAztGUKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LCAztGUKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7LCAztGUKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But still her singing didn't win over audience and she didn't make it to the top 3 =( BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note though, my favorite since Day One &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt; made it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ1379PlSKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dAOlAIJYaf0/s1600-h/090217_danny_gokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ1379PlSKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dAOlAIJYaf0/s320/090217_danny_gokey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304527808048220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's my other favorites?&lt;/span&gt; Texan native&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kendall Beard&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;She can sing, beautiful and let's just say has the whole star package. Hope this "Carrie Underwood" of 09 makes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ17gwKP-3I/AAAAAAAAADY/h11Nd8TTy-U/s1600-h/kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ17gwKP-3I/AAAAAAAAADY/h11Nd8TTy-U/s320/kb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304531738726234994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Nuff Said!&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;Well my other favorite would be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;, wont post a picture of him yet though. Lol i think i rant enough for today yeah?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till the next rant&lt;br /&gt;Bi Now, Gay Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-1437529672507842609?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1437529672507842609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-idols-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1437529672507842609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1437529672507842609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-idols-part-two.html' title='American &quot;Idols&quot; Part Two'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZ1xiZkG9GI/AAAAAAAAADI/XLrR8yAC0EA/s72-c/casey-carlson-bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6748044638380636747</id><published>2009-02-19T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:54:06.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Comeback</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, i was really happy that 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dge&lt;/span&gt; wanted to stop the argument and take the higher road as the person who will stop our interesting debate although he was THE one that started it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold he wrote that American Idol sucked and according to him if he had a gun to our heads we would vote for him because he sings in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; if he was playing Russian roulette with me and the question was whether i vote for him, i would take the gun and play with the chambers till the bullet blow a hole in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why make that extreme decision?, let me see. Knowing 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dge's&lt;/span&gt; taste in Trance and other non vocal type of music, we would see a contestant making beat box noises and C-walking accompanied with dramatic flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's almost the same thing as watching a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drag queen &lt;/span&gt;doing a sing and dance routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do i even have to make a comeback to his statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE DOESN'T EVEN WATCH AMERICAN IDOL LET ALONE HAVE STAR WORLD?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does he know its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; nor does it still have a impact on audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6748044638380636747?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6748044638380636747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6748044638380636747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6748044638380636747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-comeback.html' title='Short Comeback'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-49563201043378651</id><published>2009-02-18T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:23:18.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>lol at the beginning, i had began this post with a typical me describing the weather. but after poppy asked me to fuck off and be a weather man, i decided to change it up lol. so enjoy this exploration, since im being the bigger (and 'bigger ;D) man and stopping this argument lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into wanting to develop theories about this topic one day after deciding about the course of my life after ICPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bound to our accomplishments, we are bound to perfection. We as human beings are bound to our monumental successes as much as we are bound to our catastrophic failures. What in essence thus is the purposes of this paradox? How can one be bound to success and yet be bound to failure? Would it not be logical to conclude that to be bound to success eludes failure and to be bound to failure eludes success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we strive? Why do we compete? Why do we set out to prove ourselves day by day? Psychologically, it is simple. We have a basic desire to assert ourselves positively in society, with subjective perspectives on the definition of positive itself. But what is psychological has not always been rife with ecological validity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we do so?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jst lost my train of thought, and it apparently went down a bridge into a fire of flame and fury. I am so pissed, reminds me of the other post that poppy "accidentally" deleted. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;I swear poppy doesnt want me to randomly "philosophise" and neither do ppl&lt;br /&gt;but hey, intellectual pursuits lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, guess ill jst have to rant.&lt;br /&gt;and ill make it a sentence: FUCK AMERICAN IDOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZxD6YrhaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/zVZpHJGXH3M/s1600-h/Fuck+the+idol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZxD6YrhaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/zVZpHJGXH3M/s320/Fuck+the+idol.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304189131472071442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how many seasons can you listen to before you get sick of ppl singing?&lt;br /&gt;i can sing too, even in my fucking shower. and if i had a gun pointed at your head i bet you would start voting for me to become the fucking american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON PPL, ITS NT EVEN TV&lt;br /&gt;PS: notice how racist american idol has been to other races? (not entirely sure.. but yeah) the winners have been either black (so they wont get sued really) or white (yeah. wtf??). No asian, no latino. Specifically latino since freaking cali is what, more latino now? yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-49563201043378651?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/49563201043378651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/49563201043378651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/49563201043378651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZxD6YrhaxI/AAAAAAAAACI/zVZpHJGXH3M/s72-c/Fuck+the+idol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-5757036039576613001</id><published>2009-02-17T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:50:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American "Idol's" Part One</title><content type='html'>So i am sure, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; is on most people's need to watch list of television shows right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am sure that many people share my opinion that certain individuals should have been in the top 36 and some shouldn't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who i think should have been given the boot the earliest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatiana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrj7pkN6bI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ptzQ1fUFUg/s1600-h/85927_tatiana-nicole-del-toro-of-american-idol-season-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrj7pkN6bI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ptzQ1fUFUg/s320/85927_tatiana-nicole-del-toro-of-american-idol-season-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303802125091727794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i mean she can sing but her personality and laugh has got me tempted more then once to pull out that rope i have been saving to just hang myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Proof on why suicide should been given an option to certain people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJmYzgUI9yo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJmYzgUI9yo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Darell however should have been given a chance. I know that she does project an aura of bitchyness around her but she can sing and DAMMM i mean really DAMMM she is hot!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say no to this&gt;&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrnKlshzLI/AAAAAAAAACw/xEPfTPeTn7w/s1600-h/alg_katrinadarrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrnKlshzLI/AAAAAAAAACw/xEPfTPeTn7w/s320/alg_katrinadarrell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303805680285764786" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrnxm_mT1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Wydf3KqZ3Ns/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrnxm_mT1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Wydf3KqZ3Ns/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303806350649085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; Or this?&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;I honestly think that she was trying to just stand out from the crowd, i mean it worked. You can remember her name from the start unlike the other contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have little complaints about the 36 finalists besides Tatiana. This year i think has more people with postive atributes compared to the previous seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably when the day reached Wednesday and Thrusday i probably be singing to a different tune LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that Tatiana will calm down and not burst into a laughing frenzy whenever she feels happy. But again that's just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till the next post&lt;br /&gt;"Bi now, gay later".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-5757036039576613001?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5757036039576613001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-idols-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/5757036039576613001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/5757036039576613001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-idols-part-one.html' title='American &quot;Idol&apos;s&quot; Part One'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZrj7pkN6bI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ptzQ1fUFUg/s72-c/85927_tatiana-nicole-del-toro-of-american-idol-season-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-2678800118402059219</id><published>2009-02-17T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:41:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Doing This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZpo_oGHeyI/AAAAAAAAACY/pn7WdmhvvOI/s1600-h/nagging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZpo_oGHeyI/AAAAAAAAACY/pn7WdmhvvOI/s320/nagging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303666953486301986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow after actually writing something, i still received shit from my blogmate??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a post that he saved as a draft that can only be described as a verbal attack against my lack of post's on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am sorry that i do not have the most interesting conversations to post about, sheesh kebab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a blog that was decided to be about random rants this has turn out to be a blog that 3dge has use to express his frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can only imagine him saying this " Seriousssss ar??* along with his dramatic hand movements to be followed with his infamous c-walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who didn't get that, don't worry. It's an inside joke LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blogmate, please calm the fuck down and i'll promsie i will post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restraining myself from doing this. Look at the picture below for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZpp8J1TvAI/AAAAAAAAACg/ySqxZvNRgmU/s1600-h/Nagging_Bitches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZpp8J1TvAI/AAAAAAAAACg/ySqxZvNRgmU/s320/Nagging_Bitches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303667993334758402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-2678800118402059219?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2678800118402059219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2678800118402059219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2678800118402059219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-doing-this.html' title='Why I Hate Doing This'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZpo_oGHeyI/AAAAAAAAACY/pn7WdmhvvOI/s72-c/nagging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-7321781021419741673</id><published>2009-02-16T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:36:11.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook-ing with 3D6E</title><content type='html'>Facebook... ah society's virtue... place of many laughs (at least to me)&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmjoRSc9wI/AAAAAAAAACA/BAIizlKEnyY/s1600-h/fb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmjoRSc9wI/AAAAAAAAACA/BAIizlKEnyY/s320/fb.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303449948436363010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, just as a start of a rant..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poop, is it just me or does your rant stink more than goat cheese melting away in the desert sun? Oh wait, it's just me. But hey, you get B- for effort. : P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, this is completely random fb moments. Basically, how me and poopy fight comment-style. Basically, the first situation the premise was that I had drawn a bad map to my house which can be seen at roadmaptomyhouse.blogspot.com (Three roundabouts, not two). Anyways, we had an argument and this was how it retardedly went-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmf1JstiLI/AAAAAAAAABw/lF2dnicuZNI/s1600-h/n1346102123_230304_5134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmf1JstiLI/AAAAAAAAABw/lF2dnicuZNI/s320/n1346102123_230304_5134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303445771690805426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;|_ | at 10:08pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol daniel was too interested man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 10:10pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;LOL aryan is high again, i know the remedy for this. Aryan, go draw a map =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws at 10:11pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA...yea learn from da article i sent u, now thts DETAIL. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 10:15pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck man&lt;br /&gt;go take a skewer,&lt;br /&gt;impale your penis and insert your finger into ur vagina&lt;br /&gt;you transexual whore&lt;br /&gt;you too jaws lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 10:21pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol for a moment there, i thought you were describing yourself lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws at 10:24pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah nice one... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 10:41pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol for a moment only? that means you do concede that its you larh&lt;br /&gt;wtf man haha are you making my job easier or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 10:45pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;LOL are you that bad at comebacks or were you just born with a chopstick lodged in your brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 10:48pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol dude are you fucking retarded?&lt;br /&gt;you said for a moment, you THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;so that means you fucking know i'm describing you la &lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH MAN&lt;br /&gt;you shld have stayed a 3rd sem man&lt;br /&gt;you FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 10:50pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;Please dude, if you're speaking about english, then let's talk about elementary art asshole! you cant even effin draw! let alone talk about english to me. YOU CHOPSTICK LODGED IN YOUR BRAIN GEEZER lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 10:55pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol now talk abt comebacks,&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck does elementary art even relate man&lt;br /&gt;FAIL DUDE FAIL&lt;br /&gt;bring up something relevant bitch : P&lt;br /&gt;skewer lodged in ur dick.. err.. BITCH lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 10:57pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;How does it relate? erm let me think. "how about giving proper directions" you even fail at verbal communication! you gave wrong directions to Jaws that created us being lost in Shah Alam. How does the highway to Klang the same as Shah Alam? who taught you directions? STEVIE WONDER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 11:02pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;what the hell? lol fine you win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 11:09pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;Go eat a fortune cookie while i enjoy this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 11:31pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;lol you know on 2nd thght, i think it might jst be worth my time to reply.&lt;br /&gt;dude, stick to the fucking topic, when im talking abt how ur english sucks that doesnt relate to directions. that is under longitudinal or geographical statistics. Your misconception regarding how verbal communication creates misunderstanding regarding the directional views befuddles me to the point of realization of your retardation.&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew stevie wonder had bad directions lol. if you reply this, then you win lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 11:40pm February 2&lt;br /&gt;LOL just because you write words that come off straight off the fucking dictionary that is beside you doesn't mean jack shit! It doesn't magically present you with a fucking degree in teaching me the importance of how the spreading the word of the wonders of English language is your duty. In case you haven't notice, that moment was filled with sarcasm. If you think you got me tongued tied, bitch please! you're just recycling your first come back. It's just border line sad, are you drinking a cup of cognac while watching the time pass you by in your boxers?. I so hope not for your sake since you know the difference of geographical statistics and the English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go do us a favour and stop swallowing the dictionary LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker 2888 at 4:55am February 3&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, kids.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd Premise. Lazy to type, wait for next update. : ) Just TRY to enjoy, if you've seen the picture then good. The url is http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=129235&amp;amp;id=1580880053&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bt ah at least picture is there now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, serious ar ©®™ is one of my so-called catchphrases, and Poppy loves to insult me by imitating it and doing a c-walk cause of how expressive I am with my catchphrase. Poppy of course is a jackass and does the actual c-walk, but at least its funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmf1PgwlXI/AAAAAAAAABo/GA1WBL_LM08/s1600-h/n1580880053_129235_8989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmf1PgwlXI/AAAAAAAAABo/GA1WBL_LM08/s320/n1580880053_129235_8989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303445773251286386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 9:22pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;Random Facebooker 1178?!?! you dont know malay? oh lordy, sepet means slitted eyes. If you need an example, look at |_ |'s. His wide awake but looks like his high on weed and stoned out of his mind LOL. jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Facebooker 2189at 9:29pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;LOL...wtf Poppy.....that was MIND BLASTING!!!...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 9:32pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;LOL he will return back with a even mind blasting comment, trust me. I know |_ |, he wont go down without a fight LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Facebooker 2189at 9:35pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;LOL...xD...ok bro i trust u....nw lets c whether his reply is true a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 9:36pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;LOL he will talk about my acne and thats it la, no new material. Just like a out of work comedian =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Facebooker 2189at 9:38pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;ure juz waiting for him to read this arent u...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppy Poppy- at 9:40pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;LOL i dont know, we like doing this. I guess times like this la, we are funny. Then we write in our blog, it's not that hilarious LOL. |_ | oh |_ | where are youuuu, let me see you have a drama fit LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriousss ar..lol &lt;br /&gt;"|_ |"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws at 9:52pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahah nice |_ | quote. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;|_ | at 10:47pm February 16&lt;br /&gt;lol what the heck, internet busted for 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;already got so many comments? man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Poppy, i don't need to make new jokes about you cause your face pops out new material EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;its a friggin running joke of the decade, fresh material delivered on spot&lt;br /&gt;you know how they say you shouldn't fix what doesn't need to be fixed?&lt;br /&gt;same thing can be said about your face- I don't need to make new jokes on what is already a joke of the century : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man&lt;br /&gt;seriousss ar©®™ is trademark, registered and copyrighted man- see my document&lt;br /&gt;You may use the Serious ar©®™ trademark provided you adhere to the following guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;1) Written permission by |_ | or Edge.&lt;br /&gt;2) User does a lame c-walk and shouts "c-walk" twice.&lt;br /&gt;3) User does ridiculous handmotions and does a lame c-walk and shouts "c-walk" twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, f u lols&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we're done. Hopefully, you didn't read past that train-wreck. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-7321781021419741673?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7321781021419741673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-ing-with-3d6e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7321781021419741673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7321781021419741673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-ing-with-3d6e.html' title='Facebook-ing with 3D6E'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZmjoRSc9wI/AAAAAAAAACA/BAIizlKEnyY/s72-c/fb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-2948960270545987458</id><published>2009-02-16T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:27:32.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Shows and Their "Drama's"</title><content type='html'>So i realized that 3dge has been bitching a lot about me for not contributing to this blog as much as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh and he actually wrote that i "convinced" him to create this blog and now i am running away from writing anything in it? A lot of facts are distorted LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what's my rant for today?, it's about the decaying and nauseating influx of trashy reality shows that's infiltrating our television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what show do i hate the most? oh the Kardashians is really on top of this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one episode where they probably wanted to attract more viewers, the family actually hired a known porn star as their "nanny".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the cloud of doubt has been cleared and everyone knows that reality shows are in fact scripted. I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZjoJVUrRJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_7FDA6zoAU/s1600-h/Bree20Olsen202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZjoJVUrRJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_7FDA6zoAU/s320/Bree20Olsen202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243808269091986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That's Bree Olsen above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's second on my list of reality shows to be ignored? Kimora Simmons show. I can't even remember her full tittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing it a couple of times, i really believe she should get at least four stars for trying to act and inject some drama in her life that appeals to the general public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only emotion i feel is pity, not for her but for her colleagues for having to put up with her fits and hysteria for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she keep priding herself on being a business woman and a mother, a mother? Her children are so spoilt, it pratically makes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/span&gt; looks like heavenly children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh and if you think this is all the reality shows that get's on my nerve, think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more unwanted shows are out there, sowing seeds of stupidity into our minds. So stop watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next rant, bounce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-2948960270545987458?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2948960270545987458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-shows-and-their-dramas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2948960270545987458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2948960270545987458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-shows-and-their-dramas.html' title='Reality Shows and Their &quot;Drama&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZjoJVUrRJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_7FDA6zoAU/s72-c/Bree20Olsen202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-7362208993271614111</id><published>2009-02-15T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:14:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here I stand on a crossroads. What crossroads have to do with my comp getting busted I have no idea. Like seriously, if i had my own news station, i would make one of those fancy titles and theme music "Week 3 of 3D6E's on the edge computer crisis". and yet i still post more than poopy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways i feel sad for my computer as I learn that it will soon pass away into the great land where chips are free. bastards. my pure sentimental value on my computer is extreme. I simply cannot imagine a time when I thus cannot live without the gentle hum of it's cpu or the soft whirring of its processor fan. Ah, computer porn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i am deeply hurt by the prospects of it retiring to some junkyard some place. Deeply hurt by the idea that I would no longer be able to move my hands and get shocked by it's electrical current (though i was deeply hurt either way). Deeply hurt that the CPU that I sought after is going to be gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well farewell to this world of retiring computers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-7362208993271614111?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7362208993271614111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7362208993271614111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7362208993271614111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_15.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-1448577040778690617</id><published>2009-02-15T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:21:24.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with 3D6E</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the premise of the conversation. Random Conversater 895 was emo because he had screwed up a date. So I decided to tell some ways we learn hard lessons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, its a Odin the Death Rider of a long conversation, but I think you wld appreciate the random gestures. Stick through it lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;not anymore man... i think i screwed up.. she got kinda annoyed at me cause liek i was complaining about how hot the sun was and saying my hair's gay and all&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;DUDE&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;why u so freakin vain?&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;isnt dates abt the girl&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;nt u&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;i know.. she was like drop your ego and all&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;u dumbass la..&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;man i suck, she was perfect for me... &lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;haha Random Conversater 895&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;cheer up man&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;we learn from the hardest lessons&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;|_ | your talking like a physcologist lol&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;after i ran into a pole&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;i learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;look where u run&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaahahaah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd story&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i did.. but she was like we can meet up as friends and all&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;owh&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;dude&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;its okay man&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;ill tell you more jokes?&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;like the other hard lesson i had to learn&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;one day i was pissed off&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;and i was getting out of the car&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;it was soo hot&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;so i slammed the door on my hand&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;and that was when i realized&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;wat does tht have 2 do wif love?&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;dude |_ |'s 'hard lesson' joke is the gayest shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we went, 896 gave his own story, but 895 went offline. So I called up 895 and told him the beginning of the story, but I teased him to get some cash, since I’m well.. Chinese. So this came up after:&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;i told |_ | dis story but u went offline Random Conversater 895&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;so imma re tell it&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;i was horny as shiet..&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;i was wif my previous ex, *****&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;ooohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;we were both naked in bed,&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;and she wanted to blow me&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;tease him&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;tease him!&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;alrite... now we're talking&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;chill&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;so Random Conversater 895&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;to hear the rest of the story&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;pay rm15&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahah you fucking chinese&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;its not a porn story&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;may aphrodite tease the virginity out of you man&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;cant i get a free porn story at elast&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;www.literotica.com&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;if u want to read porn&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;its a life leson i learnt&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;hhaahahahahahaah... no thanks man&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;personally, id rather jus watch it&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i prefer that too&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;hey but what was the life lesson learnt? you didnt finish so what happened after she blew you?&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;okok..&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;eh eh&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;RM 15&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;Dude&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;u need a chinaman accountant&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt say she blew me&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;i siad she wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet blow yet&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;now she was jus dere&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;RM15&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lickin her lips.&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;Rm 20&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;Rm 25!&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;RM 25!!!!&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck off chinese, im listening to porn shh&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;www.literotica.com&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;www.blowme.com&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;dude ahaahahahaahahah &lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;www.payRandom Conversater 896rm25tohearthissexstory.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;how the hell did you make that so fast&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;he didnt u freak&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;its a joke&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;yeha i just figured&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;so yea&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;she was dere&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;naked in bed&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;squeezin her 34C sized boobs&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;n likcin her lips...&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;rm30&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;rm35&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;k la Random Conversater 895&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;40 for the full month membership&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;and free dwls&lt;br /&gt;^o)[Random Conversater 895] ^o) says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm... maybe i'll just pay then &lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversater 896 © says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;see Random Conversater 896&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;chinaman : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-1448577040778690617?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1448577040778690617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-3d6e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1448577040778690617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1448577040778690617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversations-with-3d6e.html' title='Conversations with 3D6E'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6162192254346050022</id><published>2009-02-14T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:13:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZbsmNGRlLI/AAAAAAAAABg/Alkv77JZKto/s1600-h/Antique_Valentine_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZbsmNGRlLI/AAAAAAAAABg/Alkv77JZKto/s320/Antique_Valentine_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685752370500786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why I hate my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, why i fucking hate my 'blog-mate', aka. ghost man since he doesnt post JACK shit on this blog. i mean seriously, it was his idea and he convinced me, and now he runs off? what the heck man. after joy-riding shit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well because my creativity kind of stems from in part my blog-mates ideas, i find it difficult to be inspired, when thres ntg in the posts..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway, i want to rant abt valentines day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what is valentines day? its nt abt hearts and roses, its all about them greenbacks and sultans (u knw, benjamins in usa is alot, and sultan is on the RM note? hahahahaha ha.... right.) Basically the commercialization of valentines have taken out the supposed meaning of true love by instigating a neccessity in the fact that there is only one day when one is supposed to show one's appreciation of one's loved ones. Shouldn't we appreciate our loved ones day by day not on february the 14th?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and heres this: looking up valentines day on wikipedia- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentines_Day it says that valentines day was a PAGANISTIC ritual meant to celebrate two christian matrys named Valentine. It's only then that Geoffrey Chaucer (bloody bastard who wrote canterbury tales...) made it romantic. If that isn't enough to convince you that valentines day is naturally fcked up, look at the fcking Valentines day massacres! Obviously not romantic in the slightest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyways, that was my rant of the day. Fcking out of jokes, need poopy's shit (no pun intended) so that i can insult someone and actually perpetuate the ideal that i have a sense of humor. but until then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheerio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHOOPS sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i forgot i wasnt supposed to swear but to randomly shout the names of greek and roman gods (redundancy redundancy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arhhhhhhhh! I BROKE MY PROMISE! BY ZEUS THE GOD OF THUNDER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah... cheerio x2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6162192254346050022?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6162192254346050022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6162192254346050022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6162192254346050022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life_14.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZbsmNGRlLI/AAAAAAAAABg/Alkv77JZKto/s72-c/Antique_Valentine_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-1423930270962657305</id><published>2009-02-13T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:49:13.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZV58P4zKYI/AAAAAAAAABY/xsTYtcMkR4w/s1600-h/screaming-man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZV58P4zKYI/AAAAAAAAABY/xsTYtcMkR4w/s320/screaming-man2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302278212262504834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is a joyride? In order to fully explain the philosophical significance of it, one must first define it-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joyrides, are fcking fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, nt just joyrides where you're sticking your head out with your tongue out shouting "WE ROCK!" as you dangerously careening down the street with techno pumping through the speakers. That's fish-sticks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the story of 5 bored stoners and a Mitsubishi Triton. This is, dumbass-ness in essence. This is....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A NIGHT OUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by Stoner who provided good food (3D6E) and can cater wink* wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night air was calm on Friday the 13th. The silence of the still night was accentuated by the cooling Malaysian air that blew past the trees; the very wind that swept the dry leaves, lying by the side of the granite road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect setting for lovebirds to venture forth and frolic,  the moonlight amply piercing the little foliage provided by the few trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet on this very eve of Valentines, a most dark and sinister force was making its way down the road, and it was screaming "AHHH!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, imagine a pickup truck, one driver and 4 idiots banging around at the back as the truck careened down the road at speeds of excess 100km/h (so we were told that we went 130 yikes) seriously something to experience rather than describe lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303050718707811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;The participants of this stunt &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg5OlsKCOI/AAAAAAAAACI/1k_3aYQ8DBw/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg5OlsKCOI/AAAAAAAAACI/1k_3aYQ8DBw/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303051484027029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SZg4iCp1hDI/AAAAAAAAACA/QDkYcWFh0ZM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;What happens when your behind a truck without a comb in sight LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-1423930270962657305?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1423930270962657305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/moments-in-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1423930270962657305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1423930270962657305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/moments-in-history.html' title='Moments in History'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SZV58P4zKYI/AAAAAAAAABY/xsTYtcMkR4w/s72-c/screaming-man2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-4950728657624195775</id><published>2009-02-13T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:45:07.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Viewpoints</title><content type='html'>Well believe it or not, my blogmate and i do realize that our blog is slowly dying an early death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before i continue on my rant for the day, i have to inform to our readers, oh who am i kidding? the 5 or two people who actually read us that 3dge has some difficulties with his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that 3dge has some sort of serious termite infestation and over a long period of time, those termites managed somehow to form a huge group and ate up all his wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad thing i know, but i can't wait for him to come back as upon some close inspection i noticed that he has some awesome works in draft form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL so yeah, let's cross our fingers and hope for his speedy comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: Poppy Moore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, believe it or not, I think poopy (oops typo :P) poppy overestimated our population of viewers! I just learnt that in total we have... 0 fans! excellent. not even poppy or me myself is too directly interested in the progress of this blog. that right there is dedication : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now see poppy, if you weren't blowing me so mch, you wld actually see that u have some good shit in ur drafts lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this made me laugh. so poppy, stop ranting abt crossing ur fucking fingers and keep posting bitch lols&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: 3D6E&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-4950728657624195775?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4950728657624195775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-viewpoints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4950728657624195775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/4950728657624195775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-viewpoints.html' title='Two Viewpoints'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6441582288588729634</id><published>2009-02-13T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:32:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with 3D6E</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kay, short since my poppy is currently blowing me by nt posting, jst a random conversation i had lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;jst vulnerbale&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;but vulnerable..&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;chinks in my optimism&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;it comes with sad..ish.&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;a pox on depression!&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;by odins wrath&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;oh good god.dont start&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall smite this feeling with virtuous zeal&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;and ensure my chastity with aphrodites virginity&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;really now?&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;no, not really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Random Conversation 2169says:&lt;br /&gt;..what WILL YOU DO to smite this infatuation you have?&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;err&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;smite myself&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;a pleasurable&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;similar to&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;masturb-&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;actually it is masturbating&lt;br /&gt;Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;details.i.do.NOT.need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Random Conversation 2169 says:&lt;br /&gt;and smite does NOT mean that&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah it does&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to smite my iron tiger&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;in a way that benefits my hormones&lt;br /&gt;|_ | says:&lt;br /&gt;then smiting can be led to mean that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6441582288588729634?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6441582288588729634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6441582288588729634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6441582288588729634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-conversations.html' title='Conversations with 3D6E'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-3373064901081243739</id><published>2009-02-06T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:21:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life (MSN and its faults)</title><content type='html'>Oh my fucking gardening tools!, i just wanted to sit down and enjoy a night of chatting when the ass of a MSN says that i need to click on the trouble shoot to "fix"&lt;br /&gt;my problems. Hell yeah buddy, you're shooting up my blood pressure, that's what the fuck you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been four days, i need to reinstall it some people say. But why do i need to do that when it's suppose to work out! the way it is?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, Ebuddy to me it's just like a plain last resort to succumb to if you are in desperate need of chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i say this is because, the widow is so weird and with the flashing advertisments on your right it just adds to my already mounting headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i do certaintly hope that MSN will let me sign in tomorrow, if not! i am just going to use the friggin telephone!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-3373064901081243739?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3373064901081243739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life-msn-and-its-faults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3373064901081243739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3373064901081243739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life-msn-and-its-faults.html' title='Why I Hate My Life (MSN and its faults)'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-1528045529520135288</id><published>2009-02-02T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:18:56.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU HATE BRIDE WARS, GO AND PLEASE FUCK YOUR GRANDMA'S CABINET</title><content type='html'>So it seems my blog mate has been ranting against Bride Wars but it's good that he admitted that i AM fabulous. Well it's also good that he listed out things he rather do then to watch Bride Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to make things clear,your list number 5 which was&gt;&gt; 5b)committing adultery with a gay man. Wow i think you do this every night when you go to sleep with yourself. If you my blog mate didn't get this sentence, i have to drop a hint to his mum that his balls should be castrated. Not that there's any balls to be found anyways =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)attempt to convince parents that i am gay to get kicked out of the house. Wow his numbers 6 is a no-brainer, 3dge honey i don't think your parents need any convincing. It's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that crap that he didn't like Bride Wars is purely B.S, in fact he speaks so much B.S that it can be used as manure for my garden.&lt;br /&gt;This was his reaction after watching the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SYcOEW4z7lI/AAAAAAAAABg/lmGDI_GCUbc/s1600-h/Smiling+Pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SYcOEW4z7lI/AAAAAAAAABg/lmGDI_GCUbc/s320/Smiling+Pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298218954650807890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to capture this before he use his testosterone filled guy act to cloak his true nature =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for him to have art class is not a crisis, he can draw pretty well. It's just that he has a chopstick lodged in his brain after eating his last wontan soup meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, chopstick lodged in his brain geezer otherwise known as my blog mate 3dge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-1528045529520135288?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1528045529520135288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-hate-bride-wars-go-and-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1528045529520135288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/1528045529520135288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-hate-bride-wars-go-and-please.html' title='IF YOU HATE BRIDE WARS, GO AND PLEASE FUCK YOUR GRANDMA&apos;S CABINET'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMS9JLYpqbE/SYcOEW4z7lI/AAAAAAAAABg/lmGDI_GCUbc/s72-c/Smiling+Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-7938840297624180129</id><published>2009-02-02T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:53:26.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>Lol, as it seems, I felt my last post was a tad bit long and full of bs, so I decided to go back to ranting about nonsensical things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB WARS :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;oops, i mean T_T wtf, lol sighs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbdaA52QDI/AAAAAAAAABI/qpvlxMLlJtM/s1600-h/mob+wars+lols.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbdaA52QDI/AAAAAAAAABI/qpvlxMLlJtM/s320/mob+wars+lols.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298165450636935218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mob wars in the recent times has been the cause for much dread and suffering on the internet. it is adequately addictive, gives me the chance to earn money like I've never seen, and gives me the chance to buy loads upon loads of pictures of weapons as i like : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i fucking hate it when i get attacked. being the U|T|2/\   |\|3\/\/B (Ultra Newb) I am at games like this, I've won 2 battles out of 50. At this point. Sighs I could be losing battles right now. Let me check:&lt;br /&gt;AH CURSE YOU SASH419! Whoever you are. GODDAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was thinking i could make my fb profile look all perfect, and yet when you look at mah mob wars profile, there i am with that many losses. its so insane it makes me want to wrench my guts out and serve it on a silver platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of excruciating pain, another pain that i had recently been made to suffer is bride wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/bride-wars-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/bride-wars-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie, sucked my balls. in fact, I knew it sucked balls before I even watched it, but poppy my fabulous blog-mate insisted we watched. I guess i should have told him the list of things i would rather go through than to watch bride wars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)stabbing my arm with razor sharp needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)stabbing my legs with razor sharp needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)stabbing my eyes with razor sharp needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)stabbing my dick with razor sharp needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)committing adultery&lt;br /&gt;(Well actually, scratch that. I like adultery lols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5b)committing adultery with a gay man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)attempt to convince parents that i am gay to get kicked out of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list has about 100 items on it, it's available at http://listofthings3d6ewoulddothanwatchbridewars-oneofthemiscreateablogjustforthelist.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i was out of the cinema, i felt like i had just been through the battle of somme with only a ballpoint pen. i guess that night, if there was anything cornier and cheesier than two out of place female actors on, you couldve marched me right there cause i was pretty much dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to bride wars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbdaCyLkjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-16uzeseWGg/s1600-h/bride-wars-poster2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbdaCyLkjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-16uzeseWGg/s320/bride-wars-poster2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298165451141648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of paint)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure poppy would have a good response : )&lt;br /&gt;although damnn... i need art class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-7938840297624180129?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7938840297624180129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7938840297624180129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7938840297624180129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life.html' title='Why I Hate My Life'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbdaA52QDI/AAAAAAAAABI/qpvlxMLlJtM/s72-c/mob+wars+lols.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6483796571248905430</id><published>2009-02-02T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:52:05.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Exploration</title><content type='html'>I was enticed upon hearing the lamentations of a fellow friend to explore this topic with full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began at 6 A.M, looming slowly with dark insinuations of a stormy weather and the patience of a big game hunter stalking its hapless prey. Nature it had seemed, decided to be the patient and unforgiving hunter whilst I assumed the involuntary role of the unsuspecting prey. It was nevertheless a normal day, despite the aspects of the gloomy weather and the depressing show. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.macclesfieldcameraclub.org.uk/members_pictures/mikeporter/gloomy_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.macclesfieldcameraclub.org.uk/members_pictures/mikeporter/gloomy_sky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, the day was so ridiculously bound to the definition of normal that it can only be surmised by saying that it was a day safe and secure in the rigidity of my everyday routine. Normality was bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on this average day in the short 17 years of my waking life, my friend leaned over to me in class as he would in any other normal day and said: "I wish teachers wouldn't take me for granted. I'm actually quite smart when the situation calls for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while perhaps not verbatim of his exact words, honestly deep within ourselves, who of course doesn't want to say or perhaps doesn't want to believe in that? "I'm really quite smart, if only I put my mind to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does it. I say it to myself everyday as I strive to begin my work. "I'm actually quite hardworking and intelligent... Ah, let me just do this first..." My brother says it every night before he skips class the next morning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbOqYxtZmI/AAAAAAAAABA/bhUCmve5WqY/s1600-h/n1407136664_162999_4114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbOqYxtZmI/AAAAAAAAABA/bhUCmve5WqY/s320/n1407136664_162999_4114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298149239248741986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other friend tells me the same thing as we both go for one more round of DoTA, blissfully care-free of the harsh consequences of our actions the next day. "I'm really smart, if only I put my mind to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now, everyday as I look back on the increasing amounts of times I have managed to delude myself into believing I was actually getting smarter by not actually using my mind, I am quite astonished. The reality that we as human beings can never comprehend is that while one may rejoice at getting 90+% on the test that one didn't study for (and yet others who did scored worse), that person is actually doing something significantly worse: gambling on pure coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of what I have just mentioned is that those who do work are actually implementing a larger and better percentage of their brain power than those who do not. I unfortunately fall in the category of the latter. I do not work- hence while I may actually seem to be scoring higher, I am actually failing myself as I do not work to understand the significance of the actions that working can do for someone. We are defined not by the significant actions of our lives but rather the everyday actions of our everyday routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Bob &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/Stick_Figure.svg/170px-Stick_Figure.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 240px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/Stick_Figure.svg/170px-Stick_Figure.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in his routine is lazy to put butter for his waffles in the morning, the subsequent mornings that follow should see an increase in the percentage that Bob is lazy to put butter for his waffles everyday henceforth. If Nadia &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrsvandyke.com/pics/girl5-stick-figure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.mrsvandyke.com/pics/girl5-stick-figure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in her routine is scared to go walk down a darker path, the subsequent mornings that follow should see a decrease in the percentage that Nadia is to walk down dark PATHS. Psychologically, this is operant conditioning. Social colloquially, this is called reinforcing habits or rather making character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further implementation of this perspective be interpreted as so: Should Bob in his routine be lazy to put butter for his waffles, he may thus assign a reason for doing so. That reason however can be implemented in his everyday routines as so forth: he might be lazy to go to a doctor's appointment, he might be lazy to go down the street for healthier food than McDonald's right across his office, he might be lazy to go exercise regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these actions, Bob can thus attribute his similar reason of laziness to placing butter on his waffles, and before one knows it, Bob has a heart-attack and dies at the age of 32. Doctors would say his unhealthy routine was the main decisive factor of his heart-attack. I would attribute the main decisive factor of his unhealthy routine to the small actions of laziness inherent in his mind, which in turn is the cause of his heart-attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second implementation of this perspective can be interpreted as so: Should Nadia in her routine be scared to walk down that dark path that one day, she may thus assign a reason for doing so as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reason then can too be used to supplement her increasingly cowardly actions of her day to day routine, which may take place in such a hypothetical chain of events. She may at first thus be scared to drive her car at night, which may then proceed to cause a fear to drive her car. She then has to take the subway, and due to an unpredictable factor in her life, cause her to take the subway late one night. She thus walks home at night when the shortest path to her warm home is cast in darkness due to faulty maintenance. She, not wanting to walk home in the darkness,  takes a scenic route home; arriving at her apartments later than a safe time would be. She then encounters two muggers at her apartment, who eventually rape her and leave her dying, fleeing with blood stained cash and her ripped Gucci purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://prosperityblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/grim_reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 640px;" src="http://prosperityblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/grim_reaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both implementations of this perspective, the worst-case scenarios are depicted. Of course, Bob and Nadia could have overcame their fears if they simply wanted to. But the consequence of their everyday actions implied that they could not, no matter what the case would be. This led to a somewhat predictable series of events that have logical conclusions. As for Bob, his heart-attack may not be as dramatic as at 32, but perhaps at 40, 45. As for Nadia, she may not happen to encounter muggers or have to walk down roads darkened by human fault, but one day, she probably would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so at the end of such a long psychological view-point; I think and ponder about my friends situation. You may be indeed smart and have an IQ of perhaps 130. Perhaps even more. But if you do not choose to depict yourself in a way that is effusive with the idea of intelligence and respect for yourself, you are only setting yourself on a road of disappointment and stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsPZo6jp6dA/SJ_7FtZXVvI/AAAAAAAAANI/CAumVBdxCts/s400/stereotypes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsPZo6jp6dA/SJ_7FtZXVvI/AAAAAAAAANI/CAumVBdxCts/s400/stereotypes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my friend, he wears beach shorts and has three piercings on his ears, two on his left and one on his right. Or was it vice-versa? This individual might begin to sound familiar, but I simply wish to get down the reality upon him. He doesn't exactly conduct himself in a manner that is condusive towards learning, and he doesn't depict himself in a way that would earn the respect of his teachers. So I ask him, How exactly do you plan to assert yourself in the way that you wish if how you show yourself contradicts the your wishes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6483796571248905430?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6483796571248905430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophical-exploration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6483796571248905430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6483796571248905430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/philosophical-exploration.html' title='Philosophical Exploration'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYbOqYxtZmI/AAAAAAAAABA/bhUCmve5WqY/s72-c/n1407136664_162999_4114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-2570425196327921612</id><published>2009-02-01T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:51:59.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life (Malaysian Highway's)</title><content type='html'>After coming back watching a movie with 3dge and the rest of our college friends, me and another friend nicknamed Jaws headed home. After sending 3dge back home to his densely forested area of a home deep inside the urban landscape of Shah Alam, me and Jaws were safe to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the signs on the highways that your parents use to drive your family back to your home town are confusing, wait till you use the highways in Shah Alam. It can be saying that if your turning left, you are turning into two different areas. But where the fuck do i turn if i am going to Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord!! Does our roads really need any more embarrassment. I think even the forested roads in other third world countries create less confusion compared to our roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even let me start on the drivers, some of them drive so fucking slow i bet tortoise who bypass their cars feel like their the tortoise version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USAIN BOLT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending money on buying botox or more cars to add to their already humongous fleet of luxury cars, politicians should fucking spend some decent enough of cash on fixing signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you think, " well poppy, why don't you fix the fucking signs since you're complaining about it way too much motherfucker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to peeps who had that thought in their mind, "I would if i had the fucking money doooogggg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, gute nacht!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-2570425196327921612?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2570425196327921612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life-malaysian-highways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2570425196327921612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/2570425196327921612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-my-life-malaysian-highways.html' title='Why I Hate My Life (Malaysian Highway&apos;s)'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-7367897614387981732</id><published>2009-01-31T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:07:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life, Or Rather My Blog-Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYPqhscAQFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oOliC0ZEwiI/s1600-h/assassin%27s+creed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYPqhscAQFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oOliC0ZEwiI/s320/assassin%27s+creed.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297335451303034962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was thinking I could sit-back and relax to enjoy my philosophical and emo post about love when all of a sudden my blog-mate poppy happened to 'accidentally' delete it. I mean, who happens to just 'accidentally' delete a post after complaining about it? Weirdly coincidental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i hope poppy sees this cuz really, i'm jst so emo about my emo post. why shld i lose it right T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing i need to rant about. My neighbour, i swear to god, thinks hes in thefriggin  malaysian idol. Here i am typing my heart out when all of a sudden an out of tune and out of rhyme "Check yes Juliet, here I am.." comes out at a full tone, resonating in my ears a tune that makes shoving a whole tube of nails down my auditory canal a significantly more pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing in the shower is one thing, but when you're fucking singing your lungs out in the back alleys a song as gay as check yes juliet, I seriously want to take my knife and wrench out your guts and string them along the poles. The message it would send is "You sing? Good, good. SHUT THE FUCK UP" Honestly, buy a tune fucker. Or at least buy your neighbours ear-plugs before we go out and buy some guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now after shouting "Shut the fuck up" he sings with increasing passion. This, under my dictionary of widely defined insults is classified as a retard. Now I don't know about you, but when people say, "oh don't insult the retard, it's not his fault." Well, what the fuck? He's right there annoying the balls out of me and you're telling me to look the other way? It's not MY fault that he's a fucking tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something called adhering to social norms, and if we as a society choose to ignore these fluctuations in an otherwise harmony of social precision, then we as a society choose to harbor dissenters and hate in our social constructs. It is akin to not pulling out weeds in a garden. In the end, the weeds just fuck your plants over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, damn. I so need to move out of this ghetto. Just the other day my friends made comments about how impressive the houses were in my neighourhood and how they grew smaller and smaller until ta-da, you reach the ghetto's where my house in. Think I better sign off and tell that fucker to fuck off before i go into another random topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-7367897614387981732?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7367897614387981732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-hate-my-life-or-rather-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7367897614387981732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/7367897614387981732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-hate-my-life-or-rather-my-blog.html' title='Why I Hate My Life, Or Rather My Blog-Mate'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SYPqhscAQFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oOliC0ZEwiI/s72-c/assassin%27s+creed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6622962329544601415</id><published>2009-01-28T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:19:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranter's Corner</title><content type='html'>OH-MY-LORD!! so many things happen in a night!, random rants were expressed left and right that left me in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;New ideas were experimented with drinks and a whole bunch of other things LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes that were overused and jokes that just came in bad timing LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i learned one thing today, if you're a guy and your hand is numb. Try playing with yourself, it's like feeling a third party giving you a hand job. Till then, hang on to your balls!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6622962329544601415?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6622962329544601415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/ranters-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6622962329544601415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6622962329544601415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/ranters-corner.html' title='Ranter&apos;s Corner'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-3996934603809438215</id><published>2009-01-27T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:23:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life (Underworld 3)</title><content type='html'>Give me a break, werewolves having sex with vampire and giving birth to a new hybrid breed?. This sound like a plot to create a suicide frenzy among emotionally unstable youths!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underworld 3 &lt;/span&gt;sucks big time, i was a huge fan of the first two movies but the third doesn't achieve the same standard as its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;predecessors. Even watching my shit floating in the toilet bowl as a fucking intresting impact on me. If you think i'm kidding, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;you not&lt;/span&gt;( NO PUN INTENDED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fucking advice for you readers out there!, save your money and watch something useful but if you're some unsatisfied ass who thinks Underworld is a must watch flick. I am telling you that its going to be the most regretful thing ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-3996934603809438215?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3996934603809438215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/werewolves-that-had-sex-with-vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3996934603809438215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3996934603809438215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/werewolves-that-had-sex-with-vampires.html' title='Why I Hate My Life (Underworld 3)'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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-2685821724089144530.post-3915509958135564421</id><published>2009-01-27T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:20:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate My Life (Chinese New Year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SX3nFIEyz8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fsO8q8J8JW0/s1600-h/broom+of+opression.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SX3nFIEyz8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fsO8q8J8JW0/s320/broom+of+opression.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295642812110524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese traditions..&lt;br /&gt;jst yesterday i was cleaning out my house and repeatedly the thought that echoed through my mind was:&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I had a time machine,&lt;br /&gt;so I can go back in frigging time to fuck the shit out of the bitch who created this spring cleaning tradition"&lt;br /&gt;I mean who the hell created that stupid tradition? The god of cleaning detergents? "I think I'll make some tradition... so i can make more money by selling detergents through my company: ho ho clean ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE U TEE EFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt resonating deep within the well of emotion that constitutes the soul of my body, is the necessity to believe in an outer force that has works of unorthodox powers on the environment in which i live in. but then again, why the fck do we have to clean shit up every new year, and not other times? wouldnt it make more sense to develop a tradition where we periodically clean shit up not at one big fucking go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean its like taking a fcking dump. you dont want to hold that shit in, you want to let go! i mean its gonna be hard and painful after u hold it in.. what the fck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense to my race bt its fucking ridiculous. i pride myself as a chinese man, i mean im so chinese that i wait by auto-parking meters for someone to drop their change, and when they do i reach for it with that gleam in my eye and say "my preciousss!" but cleaning shit up is ridiculous. this is why we hire indonesian maids to do the shit for us : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt come to think abt it, it wasn't that bad. I mean scrubbing shit away can actually reduce stress. halfway through scrubbing porch i found myself gibbering away, saying "fuck off dirt! run from my opressive broom! muahahaha! BEHOLD THE BROOM OF OPPRESSION! BE OPPRESSED DIRT AND SHIT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. mybe come to think abt it some more, maybe sniffing laundry detergent isnt good for the mind... nor drinking 3 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;bt im hyper anyways&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-3915509958135564421?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3915509958135564421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-traditions-what-tha-fck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3915509958135564421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/3915509958135564421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-traditions-what-tha-fck.html' title='Why I Hate My Life (Chinese New Year)'/><author><name>a|2YaN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SaA4CpkhdqI/AAAAAAAAADE/PgFlAtZGkpQ/S220/lol+dont+get+annoyed+k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZmij6GGdrE/SX3nFIEyz8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fsO8q8J8JW0/s72-c/broom+of+opression.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685821724089144530.post-6232057001278280925</id><published>2009-01-25T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:14:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>This blog always remained at the back of our heads till one day we decided to actually created it. Some of the posting's here would seemed to be totally random as this is what we really are in real life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the people we hang out to the things we say. It would be at most times nonsense, short, random, rants or opinions LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance by going through this blog and seeing how we both as the average Malaysians youths interpret life and commenting it as how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685821724089144530-6232057001278280925?l=dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6232057001278280925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6232057001278280925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685821724089144530/posts/default/6232057001278280925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudewheresmyrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Poppy Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01823556800630276232</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>
