<?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-5332922</id><updated>2011-07-15T12:25:22.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouse Rally</title><subtitle type='html'>Grrrrrrrouse. RALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-107600756172803593</id><published>2004-02-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T11:01:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent 4 hours travelling to collect $50. !^@%(^&amp;@)!&amp;^!@)#*!@(*#&amp;!(@*&amp;$(!*@#$&amp;(#&amp;!@*()UW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-107600756172803593?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/107600756172803593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/107600756172803593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600756172803593' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-106053889303968126</id><published>2003-08-10T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T11:08:13.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I always feel guilty so easily like that incident of the Soursop Juice I really couldn't control the feeling of guiltiness seeping into me. I felt so bad that I caused all that shit and ruined the mood and everything. I think I sort of know why I'm like this because I still remember this incident when I was in Primary 3 there was this silly bookmark making competition and I wanted to win the prize so I designed this bookmark and begged my dad to go laminate it for me. And my mum then gave me a big lecture after that about the laminating costs and shitnits and I don't know what happened after that just that I felt so guilty and traumatised that I cried. It wasn't even a big thing it doesn't even cost a bomb just that my mum instilled a lot of guilt within me. I don't know if that incident has any relation to why I'm like that today but never will I forget that incident, I remembered going to my room and crying over it into my pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of hate it when I'm super senstitive like that sometimes I hate it when I feel that way and I start thinking stupid paranoid things which is really oversensitivity and I feel guilty even though it may or may not be my fault. And I think this feelings become worse when I'm pms-ing. I try to control my feelings like that sometimes and they may not always work and I try to convince myself I'm just thinking too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-106053889303968126?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/106053889303968126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/106053889303968126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106053889303968126' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105872016611035773</id><published>2003-07-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T09:56:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think I may have to retract a few things i said now that I am no longer that pissed.....eh fuck it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105872016611035773?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105872016611035773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105872016611035773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105872016611035773' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105792217654710954</id><published>2003-07-11T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T04:16:16.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah and didn't these girls learn in flirting school that flirting should only be used for recreational purposes and not for personal gain? I hate girls who use their looks and boobs to merge in with the guys coz they can be queen bee can they spell INSECURE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105792217654710954?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105792217654710954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105792217654710954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105792217654710954' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105792200178852491</id><published>2003-07-11T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T04:13:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oxymoron my ass. I was sitting next to one. I hate sitting in conversations that revolve around people who just talk endlessly like boastful obnoxious kids while others just sit quietly seething. What could I do?? nada, if the other two have no objections to being pushovers why the fuck should I give a shit...check and mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105792200178852491?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105792200178852491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105792200178852491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105792200178852491' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105785609609426303</id><published>2003-07-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T09:54:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get your own fucking gigs. After all that happened. I ain't gonna give away my shit so easily. I don't work for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105785609609426303?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105785609609426303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105785609609426303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105785609609426303' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105769161847662880</id><published>2003-07-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T12:13:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I would have so much fun being in that particular para course with you. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105769161847662880?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105769161847662880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105769161847662880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105769161847662880' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105767990144147740</id><published>2003-07-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T09:01:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's 2 people in my squad that I cannot stand to be with. They are getting on my nerves really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with that Indian girl first. Yesterday she sat beside me and she bitched about non-existant mosquitoes biting her. She shows me her very non-existant looking mosquito bites and complains they are itchy and that she has sweet blood. That's quite alright except that she did that like very 5 minutes with a new itchy spot somewhere. That's not all. Today she sat beside me again and repeated the same bloody feat all over again from yesterday, with more new itchy spots filling up all the surface area of her whole body. And there's more. She has a "sprained ankle" today as well. She complained every 2 minutes her leg hurts her leg hurts her leg hurts and there will be people giving her advice and shit and then the worse part came when she walk halfway, she suddenly miraculously appeared beside me and then leaned VERY heavily against me saying her leg hurts and we'd walk half limping to the next destination. Me limping because of her weight on me. Then she will do it when we walk down the stairs, in the lift, just standing.... Funny why she doesn't do that during marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this other girl. Who openly flirts with every passing guy in the camp. Who thinks just because she was from girl guides, she thinks all those non-uniformed groups from seconday school are inferior to her. She offered to "coach" me in marching. Teaches us the malay commands like some instructor. But today when she was I/C in front of this sergeant, she bit her finger and shook her butt and asked in a sugary sweet voice how to give the commands. What a bitch. The guys in my squad found it amusing. The Sergeant blushed and in the end took over her role as I/C by shouting the commands for her. Wtf. Then in the bunks when we were resting, she'd would always call one of her army guy friends on her mobile and start chatting by saying stuff like, "I'm calling you now because I want to give you a chance to ask me out for dinner." Oh my goodness I wanted to puke when I heard that. I don't know if its just me because everyone seems to like her. I think I'm giving her a kind of attitude by not talking much to her. Today we were trying to move some furniture around the bunk. Obviously, she was trying to take the role of commander/leader. Me and my buddy was trying to move this bed out of the way do that we could move the cabinet. Obviously, the space was far &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; small for the cabinet to pass through, so obviously we must move the bed away first. She started commanding, "Why you all moving the bed? Only move the cabinet what!" I replied to her immediately how to move the cabinet without first moving the bed away and made her sound stupid and brainless and she didn't look too pleased about that. Like I care. Gah. Then at lunch today she ate this rod-shaped ice-cream in a blowjob kind of way which is soooo bloody obvious and then the guys noticed and teased her about it and she started acting all innocent. Gag. Puke. Then do somemore blowing actions. Argh. Tomorrow we are supposed to have a mini test. Then we had night lesson today that was supposed to end late. She started whining loudly, "Huh? Why go back so late today? I want to study for the test!" Yes, yes we all know how bloody hardworking you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope really hard when I start work I don't end up working with this kinda poeple. djhsajlhasjkdh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105767990144147740?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105767990144147740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105767990144147740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767990144147740' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105730576796965970</id><published>2003-07-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T01:02:47.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom: Just shut the fuck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105730576796965970?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105730576796965970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105730576796965970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105730576796965970' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105676884392362695</id><published>2003-06-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T19:57:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My turn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, why don't you just face the shit when mom starts shouting at you instead of vending your anger on us, or should I say me, when she's not around. I guess 'cos I don't have a job that's why it's always me. Anyway, stope changing the subject all the time when mom, or anyone for the matter, is trying to make a point. It's so bloody obvious you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: Why you always throwing or giving stuff away?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Jimmy can't come play badminton with us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why you always opening up my mail?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hey I wanna get broadband, you think our computer has the required requirements?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I gave up on this one long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;Now I see why I'm repressed. I guess that traits must have came from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105676884392362695?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105676884392362695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105676884392362695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105676884392362695' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105674607145960037</id><published>2003-06-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T13:34:31.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents suck. As a parent you either make it or break it, courtesy or Fish, and we all dun want to grow up and be like our parents or we do. Heritage, not the band, sucks. I'll let my kid decided themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105674607145960037?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105674607145960037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105674607145960037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105674607145960037' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-105668942020541515</id><published>2003-06-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:50:20.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom told me yesterday that I shouldn't be like my dad and just chuck away people I used to rave about as my friends, it's heartless and antisocial sooo very dad like. Oh wait mum.....weren't you like that too?? Dun you rave about people at the beginning and later find silly faults and bitch about them like they r the worst things? Guess it's different with you huh, coz you r the victim huh mum?? Coz dad hit you and shit.... well wait a minute didn't you hold him hostage in his room with a chopper knife?? I guess it's different with you huh... yeah coz you were the victim forced by circumstances whereas he is just a guy who got cheated on and preyed upon by his friends when he got rich. But he was never there for his kids cept me.... welll so were you MUM.... I wish I could tell you how NOT different you and dad are, but you won't listen so I guess the Rally is the only other place MOM. And now you try to solve my problems for me, but you see you two started it all, and I cannot tell either of you to fuck off....guess it's check and mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-105668942020541515?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105668942020541515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/105668942020541515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105668942020541515' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95908183</id><published>2003-06-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T21:16:12.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who's back and online now. I'm entering semi-anger semi-denial stage now. Only one word can describe how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aklsjhskdfgjhsidfhksdfbkuaafuhawrgahskldhnavehdflavavneirgnlzsebfvbZashevbahsvkzsdhkfasdafl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95908183?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95908183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95908183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95908183' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95865306</id><published>2003-06-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T08:29:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My butt bloody hurts I can't sit nor shit properly and it's damn pissing me off and my nerves are all frayed cause I can't really relax when I sit and so I have this tendency to snap at people irritably but it's just me not because they did something wrong or said something wrong and now I can't walk properly and it doesn't seem to be healing how do you heal a sore butt anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95865306?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95865306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95865306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95865306' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95814064</id><published>2003-06-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T20:23:14.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have money, but at the cost of having no heart. I don't hate money tho, I hate having to ask for it. He gave it back, this aint no grouse, but i just thought it's only fair, he gave me some money back, and it's over, three years of my life n I can feel it in my aching bones. I curse everything else that ever made me feel otherwise. I'm having a sense of deja vu as I am writing this, very wierd... am I just reliving this one life over and over? Till I get it right? What is right and wrong? He gave me some money back, I'm contented, it's always been that way with us. I get angry, he does some little thing I feel guilty but I cannot give in any further. I've had enough of that slow suicide. Fuck relationships. No more, Biddy's full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95814064?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95814064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95814064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95814064' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95745722</id><published>2003-06-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T00:25:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Money is eViL! But it's something we need to start off with. So money is good? Or does it mean eVil is what we need? We cannot be good. Or shuve it. I'm so on the verge of rebounding with my stalking ex-gf but I just.....no.....I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many dickheads in the world. I emailed this guy cos he's a drummer and says he wants to play drums. No reply. I just saw him online, asked him about it, he goes, "Oh" and goes offline. Dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scabs not clearing up....I just threw an orange down my troat in a lame attempt to get more Vit. C to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working 5-11 today, not 11-5. Flark! Could have messed up monk pinkey's place more :P. I have to get ready soon. LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed, and now my bro's bed, has scab blood stains all over the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want chicken waldorf salad but I'm broke, hence I need a proper job.  I guess I may have to beg my uncle for on. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save money. Go to states and keep it cool there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw bf/gf. They all only want you for what you have and not who you are. You all can take this *lifts my gyrating pole* and shove it up your ass and through your nose. Now let's see you gyrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95745722?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95745722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95745722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95745722' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95702354</id><published>2003-06-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T20:19:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGGHHH!! being broke does not really suck as much as knowing some bozo you once loved is happily surfing the internet with a $250 monitor you paid for him first, $250 that he promised to pay me back in a couple of weeks a few months ago!! DUn patronize me asshole!! Just tell me I ain't seein my money ever or that you cannot pay up yet, so that I can go to your bluddy house and smash the thing up, SMASH! But he's not a bad guy, I dun wanna to bitch bout it too much coz he's just used to charity from his friends... maybe I'm just jealous he has friends like that....no not really.... how come he doesn't know me enough to know what would get me enraged?? Why make me angry?? It would only create more chaos from the situation, is it wrong for me to ask for the money back?? In a way the debt was holding me back, i did not pursue it coz he would be at the back of my head, surfing the fuckin web on that fuckin monitor... he has a hard life too... but he'll outlive me.... I am officially broken up..... after 6 months of breaking up....ahh praise the Grouse Rally for being so relevant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95702354?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95702354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95702354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95702354' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95636277</id><published>2003-06-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T10:43:24.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last gig. Itsucked. Oh well. It'sover. New line up next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95636277?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95636277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95636277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95636277' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95538529</id><published>2003-06-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T23:08:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally give up with the band. Gives a bad image to a sophisticated band name. I'm embarrassed. I rather call ourselves the Hoodwinks or the Pedophiles. LiE is for a band that makes simple but nice music. Music maturity is the word. Pedophile is the word. Ego is the world. Get me some chick. Wendy or Huxin also can. Just to rebound abit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95538529?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95538529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95538529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95538529' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95449826</id><published>2003-06-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T21:29:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Pi Dan.  She shat twice in my room this morning, poor thing litterbox too small for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good part is she never got diarrhea :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95449826?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95449826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95449826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95449826' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95446120</id><published>2003-06-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T19:24:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring siah, I'm gonna use the grouse rally to whine from the work place!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95446120?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95446120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95446120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95446120' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95372523</id><published>2003-06-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T08:07:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing against monkeys but......&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athenababoon:&lt;/i&gt; Tomorrow you do Stage A, at Faber House Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; But I though you promised me I can do Stage D til Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athenababoon:&lt;/i&gt; No, tomorrow you do Stage A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Why Stage A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athenababoon:&lt;/i&gt; No why. You are doing Stage A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; (irritated) But why A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athenababoon:&lt;/i&gt; What why? That's no why. You are doing Stage A and that's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Why A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athenababoon:&lt;/i&gt; (in an irritated voice) You want to know why? Go ask my mother and she will tell you why Stage A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; (very irritated) I can't hear you. Later. (hangs up the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sms message to Athena the Baboon:&lt;/i&gt; I got job interview today. I won't be coming down. (Actually I could but i decided not to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Athena the Baboon's sms reply:&lt;/i&gt; Okay, no problem, I will just find someone else to replace you at Stage A. Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping her two redass pudgy cheeks. She said "Stage A". She purposely said &lt;i&gt;Stage A&lt;/i&gt; to spite me, didn't she? What a monkeyass face. I wanna take a banana and whip that sorry lil ass of hers. And stick gorilla hairs up her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be in cahoots with that Golden Haired Monkey, whatever his name is. And Annie is the King Kong, with her armpits calling the blardy shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of armpits... that reminds me of Johnny boy. But he's all waxed up, hairless and all, like a monkey's butt... all hairless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! I'm being a mean bitch. I don't care. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95372523?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95372523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95372523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95372523' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95331832</id><published>2003-06-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T09:01:18.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man!!!!!!!!! What's wrong with Shazali???!!!! He sucks. He screwed up the whole gig. He doesn't take things seriously. As a musician, he blows. We could have been 10 times better but HE has to screw everything up. It was just simple music for matured musicians. Apparently he's not matured enough. All those technically crap rubbish shit. I've said my piece. Now I'm pissed. Grouse away Flabberghasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95331832?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95331832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95331832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95331832' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95193870</id><published>2003-06-02T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T08:13:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here's somethin, you know those greasy hair stains you find on the windows of buses and MRTs? Remnants of dozing heads knocking on the glass? Well, imagine an entire arm imprint in that incarnation!! A WHOLE HONKING ARM PRINT!! Who in the bluddy universe is so greasy?? Ever heard of TISSUE? or a TOWEL?? Or a HOSE??? YULK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95193870?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95193870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95193870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95193870' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95154122</id><published>2003-06-01T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T08:07:53.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im repressed, maybe that's why i cannot grouse properly these days. Or maybe I'm insecure, so I should be grousing about that. I dun understand I used to be so grouse-y now I'm so un-grouse-y. Maybe Convent skewls make you grousy, coz they r all bitches. teachers who demean you and treat you like the bane of the universe simply because you don't do their homework, god forbid that I should be a testament to their thankless and empty existence. " teacher why her exercise book so thin?" says the bastard asskisser. " How I know, she's mad!" says robot teacher who ignored my nervous breakdown and dragged me kicking and screaming into the teacher's room to complain to my mother the upteenth time bout my laziness. guess I should grouse about myself, being a lazy bum, not doing homework, being a stupid kid. About life being so empty and unappreciated. About people who live their lives with a single unemotional direction, plodding on and on fulfilling their role, taking whatever that resembles love and clutching on to it, feeling lost and not knowing why. blah blah blah I'll be back when I have something real to grouse about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95154122?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95154122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95154122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95154122' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95145777</id><published>2003-06-01T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T00:23:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still not over her yet. I think it's gonna take longer than I though it would be. &lt;i&gt;Flibberghastagnatious!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95145777?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95145777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95145777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95145777' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95126394</id><published>2003-05-31T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T11:14:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>khfsadjkfhjkashfkajsfh Street Festival sucked. That stupid 16-year-old girl indirectly blamed me for the vandalism that happened. Somebody threw chalk and water on the newly painted graffiti wall. She was using that "accusing" tone of her voice and then she shoved with that "2 fingers shove" at the small of my back. I hate it when people do that. It's like so rude. You can just open your mouth to direct me. Or point, for goodness sake. Don't force your stupid 2 fingers at the small of my back to the direction you want me to go. Bloody rude. Besides, the vandalism happened on the other far side of the stage. I'm looking at the performers I do not have eyes at the back of my head to see what is happening dammit. And there were like 389472389474 other pple around. Funny why they didn't spot them earlier. And I needed a toilet break, and the nearest is at Cineleisure? And it's crowded with people? Bah! Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back hoping to have some peace on my computer and no, what do I get? My first ICQ msg from 'religious guy': "Why am I always the last in your list?" What the....? Watch what you are saying dude. I gave up alot of stuff last time to meet you up almost everyday to curb your lonliness and this is what you are saying now? Man. Know why I stopped making the effort to meet you up anymore? Because you are overbearing and you always expect me to go down to your place and it's a long trip down for me and never once I complained and when I asked you to meet somewhere nearer to both of us you sounded reluctant and unhappy. And why am I ranting at the computer and not saying all this out loud to you? Because I'm afraid to hurt YOUR feelings! You are always depressed and pessimistic and keep thinking you are trapped in this body and unloved by everything and everyone when I can see that your friends love you and your stepmum loves you too and I am there for you and you go to a chruch so God loves you too but you chose to distance yourself away I have no idea why and use God's name in a way to explain stuff that happened but really it's just you! I'm tired of trying so hard to no avail.... because you are not even trying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. After 'religious guy''s ICQ message is the 'hacker guy'. He msged me, "Can I sing you a song over the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody kill me. I do not need all this right now on top of a splitting headache and strained neck muscles and why do I keep attracting losers? Why? Is it because I am one? Dammit now I'm thinking like one of them. Maybe I'm one after all. lkfghlkfjdlkfjdlfjdslfj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95126394?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95126394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95126394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95126394' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-95049220</id><published>2003-05-29T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T13:32:30.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha at least i'm reading right. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-95049220?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95049220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/95049220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95049220' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94998224</id><published>2003-05-28T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T10:55:40.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I the only one grousing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94998224?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94998224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94998224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94998224' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94998211</id><published>2003-05-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T10:55:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is Steven such an ass. Everything also never do, otherwise today we'll be alittle more relaxed. Not much customers but sales were quite there but most of the time were spend doing prep work. (them not me and I still dare say. lol) I'm so tired though I didn't do much work today but my freaking scabbing leg is killing me with it's fucking pain. I know why I have a sort of a bruise at my groin (no not sex, no one to shag after stupid woman I love so much and still do even though she diss-ed me really bad dumped, YES DUMPED! me). It cos I have to walk at a certain angle cos my knees can't bend and I'm walking all stuffed legged and my leg muscles are all going and my knee is falling apart cos I'm not using them properly and my legs are not getting the exercise (reads: walking real fast from table to table while doing little spinaroonees BOOKER T!) it needs. Now I'm too tired to clean it. But it looks clean. I'll do it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94998211?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94998211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94998211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94998211' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94749905</id><published>2003-05-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T12:08:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nvm i grouse again blackspecs you freaking asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94749905?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94749905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94749905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94749905' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94735467</id><published>2003-05-22T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T06:22:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrgghh!!! Biddy!!!!!! your post disappeared!!! I dunno what  happened!!!!!!!!! I swear I didn't do anything except hit the publish button&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94735467?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94735467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94735467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94735467' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94735310</id><published>2003-05-22T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T06:18:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>basket grouse me you gross lah sorry lah i happy when I think if the guitarist that's why merry instead of mary mah but that time i caught them at the white room gig the girl cute leh the one with the josie and the pussycats whats her name hairstyle todays grouse was brought to you by no capitals and no punctuations morrow will be brought to you without spaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94735310?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94735310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94735310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94735310' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94695475</id><published>2003-05-21T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T10:48:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;i&gt;plastic&lt;/i&gt;blackspecs. *grin* ofunk is established already. i'll give it to some new young band if I have to. Reckon if I gave it to &lt;i&gt;Merry Cherry&lt;/i&gt; the guitarist (not guitar/vox) will she sleep with me? *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94695475?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94695475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94695475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94695475' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94667754</id><published>2003-05-20T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:52:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww blackspecs that's lame-o, we all know you should give it to ofuck hehehe. Just prankin coz I have no grouse all good happy fuzzy feelings for everyone!!!! WHeeeeee...I Love you everyone!!! Everyone except spineless mudskipper with no brain... and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94667754?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94667754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94667754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94667754' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94614235</id><published>2003-05-19T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T20:26:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm thats not very nice of him to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah he's kinda cute and all &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; gosh thats a very bastardy thing to say. im disgusted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94614235?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94614235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94614235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94614235' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94588253</id><published>2003-05-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T09:58:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe Shung actually suggested give Street Fest away to the another band he and Aaron has instead of LiE playing. I can't believe there was even that kinda suggestion. &lt;i&gt;How bout you give SFS to this band me and Aaron has and we get LiE in tune for the other gigs.&lt;/i&gt; Fuck man!!!! What am I suppose to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94588253?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94588253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94588253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94588253' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94544170</id><published>2003-05-18T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T11:39:32.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what is a &lt;i&gt;Steven&lt;/i&gt;? Do you know what is &lt;i&gt;Stevenism&lt;/i&gt;? Think about it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94544170?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94544170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94544170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94544170' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94336804</id><published>2003-05-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T09:54:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steven (not Myanmar) drink One (1) can of Tiger beer and he mah-boh already? Weak sia! *puts the L sign on forehead* Loser!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94336804?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94336804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94336804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94336804' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94325590</id><published>2003-05-14T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T06:03:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our "dear" friend steven went and decided he wanted to have a BEER in the middle of his work shift... so he went to 7-eleven bought a can of tiger...came back to the restaurant, fried himself an eggroll, sat down snacked on the eggroll and drank his beer...all this while ME ( the restaurant manager) &amp; ANDREW ( the operations manager) wwere having a meeting. what a moron! He was trying to look really diligent whilst having the beer though cos he gathered some paperwork infront of him and attempted to have the weekly inventory done...which ofcos he fucked up ccos he was UNDER THE INFULENCE OF ALCOHOL...i checked his work this morning and there were arrows all over the chart and stuff...WHAT A MORON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i feel alil better cos' this has been annoying me the whole day....STEVEN SUXX...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94325590?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94325590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94325590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94325590' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94278193</id><published>2003-05-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T11:06:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what punch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94278193?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94278193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94278193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94278193' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94213594</id><published>2003-05-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T10:24:27.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one in particular I'd like to grouse about really, but life sux... coz I'm sleepy. Ok and Steven is such a bastard!!! ( tho I dunno who he is...) And so is that spineless wart that royally screwed my friend with the phone company. Boil his bunny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94213594?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94213594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94213594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94213594' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94157993</id><published>2003-05-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T11:27:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey y'all off tangent a bit&lt;br /&gt;the mudskipper is a HO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94157993?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94157993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94157993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94157993' title=''/><author><name>misery's fren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982468492976562720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94156296</id><published>2003-05-11T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T10:39:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Introducing our new Grouse member....&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/helluvapunch" target="_blank"&gt;Biddy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And new Grouse word, &lt;i&gt;Flibberghastaganatious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94156296?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94156296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94156296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94156296' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-94155963</id><published>2003-05-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T10:28:39.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard Steve The Beave kena punch ah? Details man! Details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-94155963?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94155963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/94155963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94155963' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93989251</id><published>2003-05-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T06:43:38.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SMS between Gwenn...and me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenn...: &lt;i&gt;....then gonna meet Steven the beave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;lol! I tot beaves are for pussies? Hairy beaver all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenn...: &lt;i&gt;Ya lah, Steven is a pussy what.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93989251?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93989251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93989251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93989251' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93662951</id><published>2003-05-02T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T10:49:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>steven(not myanmar) is such a dork!!!.....he has a big head...stuck onto his puny body....come to think of it... he's head is sorta rectangular!!...ballon head!!... which is true cos there's nothing in his head expect for air...and its all stale air... infact ita all so stale its probaby all fart....steven(not myanmar) is a fart head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a moron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93662951?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93662951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93662951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93662951' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93578601</id><published>2003-04-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:26:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please leh...if those 2 Steven (not Myanmar) hired are really hired I think I dun wanna work already. They not even pretty. Ok, one of them is cute, but the cute one got small boobs and bg boobs one err...not very nice looking. Steven (not Myanmar) got no taste. NO TASTE AT ALL! I guess the other prettier girls are smart enough to not fall for his nonsense. Quote from Steven (not Myanmar), &lt;i&gt;"Hey Beautiful!"&lt;/i&gt;. Please lah...! *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93578601?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93578601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93578601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93578601' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93546245</id><published>2003-04-30T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T11:44:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEDDY LETS OUT HIS TRUE FEELINGS FOR STEVEN.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:25:22 PM): gwen today one of my fd will come interview u know kiki&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:25:55 PM): she is fat....&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:26:13 PM): her name is khin hnin mar ...kiki&lt;br /&gt;gwennlin (1:31:34 PM): yesterday steven keep saying to only shld get the pretty gal &lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:27:15 PM): haha so funny ...so in the world ugly shouldnt work?&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:27:37 PM): ar lar way....that steven is really shit&lt;br /&gt;gwennlin (1:32:39 PM): then he get already 2 malay one.... he like very much.. cos got...&lt;br /&gt;gwennlin (1:32:51 PM): &lt;b&gt;big big cho cho hahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:27:57 PM): hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;gwennlin (1:33:38 PM): poor steven... he got no gf lar&lt;br /&gt;wheatus_paylay (1:29:15 PM): ar lar way no gls like him lay cos he is a stupid shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93546245?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93546245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93546245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93546245' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93543848</id><published>2003-04-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T10:55:09.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;More conversations with me and Gwenn...or rather just Gwenn...this time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;YvAiNe [1:55] :&lt;br /&gt;eh oh ya oh ya!!!.... ahaha...steven calls the cash REGISTER... cash REGISTRY!!!!!! FUCKING DICK HEAD&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:55] :&lt;br /&gt;i told him already its the register... but he always say what register?... oh inside the registry issit?.... kok &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93543848?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93543848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93543848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93543848' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93542982</id><published>2003-04-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T10:38:47.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Conversation between me and Gwenn...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:34] :&lt;br /&gt;i tell u all i need to do is tell them abt steven not locking the FRONT DOOR .....the auto one... and then he went home one night&lt;br /&gt;Wyxmm [1:34] :&lt;br /&gt;really?! stupid. he nvr notice ah? can relack relack go home from front door also. how you found out?&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:35] :&lt;br /&gt;next morning ... cos he always late for work...when he came ah ti, ripa, novi, annie all already inside working happily &lt;br /&gt;Wyxmm [1:36] :&lt;br /&gt;lol! then you got ask them how they get in?&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:36] :&lt;br /&gt;then he forced them not to tell me.... but eventually after 1 week they told me... then he found out they told me so he say ....in fact i think the door spoil cos oneday it opened by itself in the morning!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:37] :&lt;br /&gt;fuck he think i stooopid issit?... what a lame ass excuse&lt;br /&gt;Wyxmm [1:37] :&lt;br /&gt;hahah!!!!!!!!!!! stupid. spiol for one day&lt;br /&gt;YvAiNe [1:38] :&lt;br /&gt;remind me to blog this incident laff... then wat take pic of door all laff!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's Steven (not Myanmar) we're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93542982?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93542982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93542982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93542982' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93516317</id><published>2003-04-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T11:28:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know steven?(not Myanmar)... he is a real &lt;b&gt;DICKHEAD!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93516317?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93516317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93516317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93516317' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93476167</id><published>2003-04-29T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T10:19:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steven (not Myanmar) has a new name. It's SNM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93476167?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93476167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93476167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93476167' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93411428</id><published>2003-04-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T13:54:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok folks listen up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so steven and myself were like in a meeting with some PR company, they wanted our shop to join some program... anyways the salesman was like listing all the perks if our company were to join....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salesman : " we will even give ur restaurant free advertising on our web page!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steven : " oh really ah??....free??...but first i would like to check...&lt;b&gt;how many pages &lt;/b&gt;of web page har?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salesman looks at his colleague bemused, looks at me... looks at steven again....smiles and say.... : " oh just one page!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to die!!!....how dumb can u get????.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93411428?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93411428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93411428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93411428' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93409535</id><published>2003-04-28T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:15:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steven (not Myanmar) should be a UCS since he like to err..do whatever he lieks to do. To lazy to explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93409535?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93409535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93409535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93409535' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93409115</id><published>2003-04-28T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:29:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>steven... didn't anyone ever tell u taking money frm the cash register is &lt;b&gt;STEALING!!!!.... &lt;/b&gt;HULLO!!!!!................. of cos i have a problem with tht! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93409115?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93409115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93409115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93409115' title=''/><author><name>minth</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93408788</id><published>2003-04-28T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:02:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, Steven (not Myanmar) is an asshole. BUT. We gotta give him credit for allowing this blog to happen. Here's to you Steven *sticks middle finger up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93408788?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93408788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93408788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93408788' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93408726</id><published>2003-04-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T10:01:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93408726?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93408726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93408726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93408726' title=''/><author><name>woochata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640032571145996936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic6.picturetrail.com/VOL174/2016883/3904859/62297887.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332922.post-93407944</id><published>2003-04-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T09:50:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it begins....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332922-93407944?l=grouserally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93407944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332922/posts/default/93407944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grouserally.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93407944' title=''/><author><name>plasticblackspecs</name><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></entry></feed>
