<?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-12501294</id><updated>2011-07-03T17:17:15.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclined Devastation</title><subtitle type='html'>The burning desire for something great fills up people's hearts. What they do not know is this burning desire will tear them apart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-112497035129315999</id><published>2005-08-25T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:45:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Anaesthetics</title><content type='html'>cobwebs must be accumulating at this site. For you ardent readers of this site, i thank you but ive basically been too caught up with living life to be updating this blog. well lets see baybeats 2005 was wicked. just to escape it all and to actually do something you enjoy was enriching to say the least. The company was great too, from the normal crazy cum wacky cum spontaneous cum superhardcore frens from yesteryears like y,fart,faizal,azhani,zahiron to the newly found crew of prosaicmagazine, it was possibly one of the best weekends of the year. rock on guys lets do it again sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty spectacular baybeats, with fireworks and all coinciding with some of the performances on show on saturday due to the rehearsals for the national day parade. Glad to say at one time i actually had 3 videocams with me to capture the best of baybeats. And capture it we did. In the process of transferring the footage into possibly a vcd, so anyone interested in buying raw footage of Baybeats 2005, do contact me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the hurrah of baybeats, it was then a tumultuous month at work, with crazy work making me stay back till late for most of the days due to an upcoming inspection. Had fun kicking it with friends from camp though as i felt more at ease with the people there and found it easier to express myself. Oh and i'm gonna go back to tekong for BMT recourse for 7 weeks from october 10. Should be interesting.... i'll miss the weekdays at home though. *tear* oh well.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nerdier side, me and mr 'monyeh monyeh' have been playing warcraft 3 in LAN shops like rabid dogs chasing meat. It's crazy and it totally reminds me of the phase in my life whereby i was so addicted to Counterstrike that i would splurge every available ounce of money on it. Ahhh a guy's life is never complete without video games fo sho! :):):) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER SOCCER SOCCER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The english premier league season has also gotten underway. This will occupy most of my weekends as i will be hooked onto the tv screen watching Liverpool's every game. Been hanging with crazy bacins to watch these matches. Anyone who's interested please do contact me too. The more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undergrad / Underwear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of applying for all universities in sight. If only if it were that simple to get into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then why dont you sit back and enjoy pictures from baybeats aand etc. as i will post them up soon enough. till next time, may the force be with you. Signing off, Fauzi-Wan Kenobi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-112497035129315999?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112497035129315999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=112497035129315999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/112497035129315999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/112497035129315999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/08/painful-anaesthetics.html' title='Painful Anaesthetics'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-112074648007595701</id><published>2005-07-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:59:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermitten Messages and Hopeful Dreams</title><content type='html'>Annoying people im working with are making me feel more disillusioned with life as a whole. the inability to get away from them is really troubling. the fact i have to endure these people for the next 1 yr plus is very hard to imagine. Guess i'll have to take more anti-depressants and hope for the best. Met up with frens i havent met up with for a long time, fun times. I wish i could meet up with them everyday and juz rock out, like in the past, but alas work gets in the way. I'd love to meet my long lost friends from primary and secondary sch days and just see how they're doing. woooweee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running with Y after 5 long months out of exercising due to my knee injury. Very invigorating even though i jogged like an ass. It's been a pain as I honestly can't run properly. An old woman would run faster than me! Hopefully, i'll be keeping this up and make it a habit to exercise more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing stuff for prosaic magazine, be sure to check it out. The july edition is coming out soon and for all you poets/artists or music enthusiasts, i highly recommend getting a copy. All sorts of stuff will be featured, any enquiries you can contact me at savesthedays@hotmail.com. Or just leave a message here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, baybeats2005 is finally coming, and i'm looking forward to it. Brandtson is coming down again this year. I'm sure they'll leave a mark on the crowd. Anyone who wants to go? Wanna join me in going? Come on you know you want to..! www.baybeats.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the interview with The Pinholes (buy prosaic magazine and you'll find out more) *shameless advertising*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Prosaic%20Magazine/DSCF0627Copycopy.jpg" alt="wooots"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics from laymin's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Misc%20Bday%20Pics/b1f0.jpg"  width="90%" alt="mambojambo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Misc%20Bday%20Pics/e220.jpg" alt="jambomambo" width="90%" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh tired..just tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-112074648007595701?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112074648007595701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=112074648007595701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/112074648007595701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/112074648007595701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/07/intermitten-messages-and-hopeful.html' title='Intermitten Messages and Hopeful Dreams'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Prosaic%20Magazine/th_DSCF0627Copycopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111814863827449488</id><published>2005-06-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:50:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freefall</title><content type='html'>laborious thoughts&lt;br /&gt;unwanted movements&lt;br /&gt;peaceful silence&lt;br /&gt;inconsolable tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging on&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right time&lt;br /&gt;no longer will i dream&lt;br /&gt;the suffering will be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the canvas folds&lt;br /&gt;darkness breeds from within grotesque life forms&lt;br /&gt;the root of my pain&lt;br /&gt;comes from the bump on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more treatment&lt;br /&gt;no more mambo jambo&lt;br /&gt;i will be free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear a voice in my descent&lt;br /&gt;fall son fall&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111814863827449488?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111814863827449488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111814863827449488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111814863827449488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111814863827449488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/06/freefall.html' title='freefall'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111746992753889472</id><published>2005-05-31T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:18:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how you'll come across new people who will ultimately be great friends or even spouses. Different ways to meet these people, when uree working, on the internet, when ure walking on the streets, wrongly sent smses. It all just seems to work in a predestined order, dont u think? Like how one person is connected to so many others and how in the end, you will find the right one for yourself. It's really amazing how life works out for us all. Im waiting to find out where life leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic work week is coming to an end, hopefully i'll get enough days of &lt;b&gt;offs&lt;/b&gt; to enjoy. Money is so hard to come by. The things people do for money just to live a life, i sometimes, in fact, most of the times, think money is the root of all evil. And to imagine, people in africa or third world countries are just barely surviving due to the poverty they face, while here, the friggin govt sees it fit to raise everything, bus, mrt fares GST and what nots. Even movie tickets cost a bomb now. What next? We have to pay for every tile we step on? Vampiric Singapore. All this supposedly to make a 'better' life for us. What about those who are struggling? Arent you making it worse for us? you assholes. Soon, i see Singapore divided into classes. The hardcore rich and the hardcore poor. If all these nonsense keeps up. Dont say i didnt warn u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many awesome bands are going to Australia to perform. How i wish i was there for these 3 months. Ted, ure one lucky arse. Eh Corrinne May - Save Me sedap! weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111746992753889472?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111746992753889472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111746992753889472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111746992753889472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111746992753889472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111661107436916151</id><published>2005-05-21T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:44:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And You And A Dog Named Boo</title><content type='html'>Been working overtime lately to complete lotsa shit at work. All nonsense, but im doing it to get &lt;b&gt;offs(sumthing like leave)&lt;/b&gt; to be kept so i can rock out with ted, nadia and the bacin allstars come december. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at pictures on my computer, brings so many memories back. From when i was a scrawny kid, to the nerdy bacin, to the mat and to whatever i am now, it has been a fuckin awesome ride. I raise a glass to the process of growing up. YAMMSENNG!! Oh i had a scare yesterday when i couldnt log on to MSN at all! Luckily i could today though, miraculously. Im such an addict, somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much political bullshit going on in my camp, its all fuckin ridiculous. It seems the simple trait of helping one another is not evident in there. Rather, its irresponsible and selfish behaviour put on show for everyone to see. Never have i met such horrible people. It's funny at the same time too, coz u know the phrase 'You ripen with age'? or sumthing like that, it's more like 'you behave more like an arse with age', in my camp. bloody idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be staying in camp for Monday-Tuesday and Friday-Saturday possibly to do duty. The work i do better get appreciated by the idiots or i will kill everyone of them there (imagine Carrie). OK maybe not kill but i'll hurt em! bad!! &lt;b&gt;*garang face*&lt;/b&gt; GRGRGRG!! Feel my Wrath! Oh i wanna watch Star Wars:Return Of The Sith! yayayyay can u guys recommend any other movies to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very advanced &lt;b&gt;Happy Vesak Day&lt;/b&gt; to all Buddhists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111661107436916151?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111661107436916151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111661107436916151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111661107436916151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111661107436916151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-you-and-dog-named-boo.html' title='Me And You And A Dog Named Boo'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111633034849748847</id><published>2005-05-17T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:45:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyre Inflating Hose</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine showed a video 'made in singapore' on his handphone. This video contained footage of a girl in a &lt;b&gt;tudung(headscarf)&lt;/b&gt; doing a certain &lt;b&gt;sumthing&lt;/b&gt; on a guy's reproductive organ. It was really disgusting if u ask me, the fact that she actually wore that while doing the act. And there was yet another video between 3 guys and a girl, all malays. This really re-inforced my notion that malays/muslims in singapore are going astray in a major way, religiously. Im not a very religious person but to do those kind of acts with a holy garment worn must surely be damnable. Of course this view(of malays going astray) does not apply to every malay/muslim in singapore but i honestly think it applies to a major number of teens/adolescents. You can see a lot of em by just walking down Orchard Road on weekends, or by going to clubs ard muhamad sultan road or boat quay. The 'Acting all sachok and berg, piercing here and there, tattoos everywhere, dyeing hair a shimmering blonde' type of guys to the 'wearing teeny weeny skirts with cleavage that could hold 192890128 litres of water, slutty obnoxious' female types. It's no wonder malays are often looked down upon by the uber race in this society. It's probably Westernization or liberality, but at what cost? Simple values are easily forgotten and replaced with utter stupidity. Just a piece of my mind, all of this. I cant do much to change them, but dissing them sure is better than joining them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i've officially gotten sick of LAN gaming. After ard $30 wasted on it for the past week, i came to realise that the money i spent can freakin be used to buy the almighty &lt;b&gt;WINNING ELEVEN 8!!!&lt;/b&gt; I was blinded by the little animals in my mind persuading me to splurge on a freakin game. Im gonna go home after work everyday and play with my &lt;b&gt;polly pocket collection!&lt;/b&gt; So Cute! Hen Ker Ai Orr!! who needs transformers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone give me 38 dollars. Please call me at my new number, &lt;b&gt;1800-superberg83&lt;/b&gt; to donate. Thank you many many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111633034849748847?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111633034849748847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111633034849748847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111633034849748847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111633034849748847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/tyre-inflating-hose.html' title='Tyre Inflating Hose'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111603650904241233</id><published>2005-05-14T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:20:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seawalkk ahh dokk</title><content type='html'>A hectic week has finally ended. Have been playing frozen throne in LAN shops over the week. It's surprisingly fun. Anyone wanna join me, do call 1900-fauziman83. Free pizza is always good. umm yummm. There've been so many things goin on this past week. More works of lyrical genius by Kevyn Tan Kai Boon and some works of pure insanity and outrageousness by the mat mat sachoks in my camp. They should rename my camp 'The Home of extreme sachokness and wackyness". do u guys get this cramp on ur calf whilst ure sleeping? i had it this past night it is painful as hell. Im still having it now. bloody hell someone cut away my calf. watching kingdom of heaven today. Hope it doesnt suck. Interesting that its about the legendary battle between the muslims and christians in jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musamia is what my officer in camp calls me for some strange reason. And apparently he even told me 'Why dont you change ur name to musamia after you ORD?'. Holy crap is he on heroin or something? How does fauzi become musamia? weird. I think hes not all there honestly. And since he calls me musamia all the time, even my campmates call me that. Guess this name will stick with me for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a musical flashback the past night while chattin with a friend. The days when rufio and the ataris were a mainstay in the trusty old discman. fun times those were. Baybeats 2005!!! Lets goo peoples! weeeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Camp%20Shit/musamia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Camp%20Shit/musamia.jpg" width="120" height="100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the musamia friendship poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111603650904241233?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111603650904241233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111603650904241233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111603650904241233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111603650904241233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/seawalkk-ahh-dokk.html' title='Seawalkk ahh dokk'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Camp%20Shit/th_musamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111548655959116595</id><published>2005-05-08T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:22:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>A big &lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone. its been a lazy saturday, one in which i did absolutely nothing. Time wasted procrastinating, sleeping, fiddling, bumming. Hope i wont make a habit of this every saturday. Played around with my digital cam, takin pics of whatever, might be posting em up soon. Money..i need money....it seems payday takes forever to come...10th or 11th of each month. hmm shud i buy &lt;strong&gt;Winning Eleven 8&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;XBOX&lt;/strong&gt;? hmmzmzmz.... or should i use the money to order fantastico &lt;strong&gt;buttons&lt;/strong&gt;? here's the link to probably the best place to order reasonably priced buttons. I wanna be 12 again. Relive the teenage years. coz growing up is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttons Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/still_stuckonyou/independent.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/still_stuckonyou/independent.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111548655959116595?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111548655959116595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111548655959116595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111548655959116595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111548655959116595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111539358726796166</id><published>2005-05-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:33:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey</title><content type='html'>You guys should watch this movie, &lt;strong&gt;Kinsey&lt;/strong&gt;, really a whack-in-the-head show. Its disturbing yet sensible at the same time. Please do be noted that extremely graphic stuff are shown in this movie, so if you wanna watch it, be prepared for anything. Anyways, i've just had a pretty unbelievable experience. How do i react to someone who tells me he's a bisexual? I know its pretty common nowadays??, but it came as a total shock.  Its really interesting though, finding out more about the whys and hows. That dont make them less of a person does it? This will take some time to digest. But i appreciate the truth being told. This begs the question of whether &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are in fact attracted to the same sex. Im certain you have in one moment or another. Think about it. Freaky huh? The hormones that drive us on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111539358726796166?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111539358726796166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111539358726796166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111539358726796166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111539358726796166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/kinsey.html' title='Kinsey'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111530970248824863</id><published>2005-05-06T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:15:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all fly</title><content type='html'>So freakin tired today. Constantly doing work for hours on end took its toll on me. However, after work was gaming at a fren's house! it was a passage away from all the stress for the day. Lets do something. Something new, something fun. A few thoughts are in my mind, will be asking people around for more ideas. Open up people, its time to make the ordinary extraordinary. oh check these pieces of work out. Done by kevyn tan kai boon the coolest pt kit boy in my camp. totally vicious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Camp%20Shit/bkevynsblink.jpg" target="blank"&gt;Blink 182?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Camp%20Shit/lyricalgenius.jpg" target="blank"&gt;Baby come home with me tonite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111530970248824863?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111530970248824863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111530970248824863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111530970248824863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111530970248824863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-all-fly.html' title='Let&apos;s all fly'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111520408322075272</id><published>2005-05-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:59:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never walk alone</title><content type='html'>A glorious night as Liverpool finally beat that fuckin team Chelsea. Totally classic. Made me wear a smile on my face in the morning. But it was not to last long. Once in camp, i was bombarded with 81789738912 million things to do. ok maybe not that many, but still too much for a job which only pays a measly 350 dollars. Pathetic, even worse when you can do nothing about it as you have to listen to tyrannical people's orders. The oppression of it all really upsets me. Burn the whole fucking camp i say. The only thing keepin me sane in camp are the fun and wacky frens i have there. kudos to u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111520408322075272?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111520408322075272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111520408322075272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111520408322075272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111520408322075272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll never walk alone'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111514008099909288</id><published>2005-05-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:10:14.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expected Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>liverpool vs chelsea later on, those of u reading this and who has my phone number please wake me up at 2.30am thank you very much. Would you sacrifice your family for the one you love? would you do that cause thats the only way to save yourself from losing your other half? or is it too much of a sacrifice to make? a thought i ponder as i go through a period in my life when to say 'im confused' is an easy way out. I've got to do something about this. Brilliant lights. brilliant dreams. minds ready for the kill. is it really too much to want an easier life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the wheel rotates&lt;br /&gt;into an unenviable position in unwanted cars &lt;br /&gt;ready to be scrapped for what its worth&lt;br /&gt;the wheel cries out for a saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices have to be made&lt;br /&gt;once ure old and rusty&lt;br /&gt;once uve made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;to make things better or worse&lt;br /&gt;to make things sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wheel had gone through a lot&lt;br /&gt;roadkill, burnt rubber, fatal accidents&lt;br /&gt;mangled corpses from under its belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ungodly acts of which it had done&lt;br /&gt;was not because of itself but because of man&lt;br /&gt;"why must i suffer for what i did not do"&lt;br /&gt;oh here comes the owner&lt;br /&gt;getting rid of evidence of the hit and run that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111514008099909288?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111514008099909288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111514008099909288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111514008099909288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111514008099909288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/expected-sacrifices.html' title='Expected Sacrifices'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111504584701639526</id><published>2005-05-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:57:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want long long fridge!</title><content type='html'>fringe turns into fridge. A mistake made. classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111504584701639526?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111504584701639526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111504584701639526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111504584701639526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111504584701639526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-long-long-fridge.html' title='I want long long fridge!'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111504474365713654</id><published>2005-05-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:39:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing into minds</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered, while just sitting in the mrt or in the bus, of what the people around you are like? What they feel, how their lives are, coz really everyday we're surrounded by these strangers. Wouldn't it be cool, yet freaky at the same time, to actually read their minds and just know them? For me, sometimes i look at these random people and come to some perception of them, based on the way they dress, their look, their style and etc... One day perhaps, i could just go up to one of them and say to them 'Hey i think ure a bastard who follows trends just to impress the ladies. What are u doing with those sunglasses in the bus at night? Do you have nightvision in them?' at which id probably be given a flying punch that would make me forget the password of this blog immediately. Weird people. weird minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111504474365713654?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111504474365713654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111504474365713654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111504474365713654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111504474365713654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/gazing-into-minds.html' title='Gazing into minds'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111496658791653783</id><published>2005-05-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:56:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi kozaimaz haligatok haik haik</title><content type='html'>sushi is the new black. funny how raw fish tastes so nice mixed with wasabi..ummm yumm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111496658791653783?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111496658791653783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111496658791653783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111496658791653783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111496658791653783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/sushi-kozaimaz-haligatok-haik-haik.html' title='Sushi kozaimaz haligatok haik haik'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111489009445800973</id><published>2005-05-01T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T03:41:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insistent Attraction</title><content type='html'>the constant need for the other companion turns people to become wolves. Hunting down each and every girl they deem attractive. It's human nature to do so. Physical looks will always play a part. the unholy drink passed through me today. It was an experience i must say, one which i would probably do again. home is empty today, thus a fren stayin over tonite. party on little animals. towards a new day tomorrow. neverending struggle against temptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111489009445800973?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111489009445800973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111489009445800973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111489009445800973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111489009445800973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/05/insistent-attraction.html' title='Insistent Attraction'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111478474582238185</id><published>2005-04-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:38:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason Behind It All</title><content type='html'>below are pictures which actually inspired me to make this blog. the theme was of &lt;strong&gt;a burning unicorn&lt;/strong&gt;. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Unicorns/feezasunicorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Feeza's entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Unicorns/nilusunicorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Nilo's entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Unicorns/ridzalunicorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Ridzal's entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/unicornism/Unicorns/superunicorn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;My Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111478474582238185?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111478474582238185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111478474582238185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111478474582238185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111478474582238185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/reason-behind-it-all.html' title='The Reason Behind It All'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12501294.post-111478173588502054</id><published>2005-04-29T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:39:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUCIFIXION OF THE TANGLED HEART</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of major ups and major major lows. For one, my warrant officer sang in the office to bon jovi's it's my life, absolutely classic. his 'soothing' voice will remain in my mind forever. On a really really low note, i have the feeling of just letting go, love is really hard, when one just makes a mistake or does not anticipate the other's feelings, disastrous consequences happen. The opposite sex are really complex and one can never truly understand each other i feel. On the way home, even worse news came through. Totally shocking, i'm here for you man if u need anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poignant Charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont fall for someone&lt;br /&gt;if you dont want to&lt;br /&gt;dont be caught&lt;br /&gt;in a web of hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once ure in the dumps&lt;br /&gt;its hard to get out&lt;br /&gt;forever living in regret&lt;br /&gt;of the mistake u made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant everyone just get along&lt;br /&gt;a thought i ponder&lt;br /&gt;for doesnt one want happiness?&lt;br /&gt;not sadness, bitterness or hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life winds down a road of uncertainties&lt;br /&gt;the charm on ur face&lt;br /&gt;reveals more than just u&lt;br /&gt;no, in fact, its just a cover up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111478173588502054?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111478173588502054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111478173588502054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111478173588502054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111478173588502054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/crucifixion-of-tangled-heart.html' title='CRUCIFIXION OF THE TANGLED HEART'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111469779146159318</id><published>2005-04-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:16:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ignorant Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;an ode to a fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finds pride in being able to attract girls&lt;br /&gt;when all he stands for is nuthing more than selfishness&lt;br /&gt;looks are not all that matters i know&lt;br /&gt;but one look at him and throw up you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still he thinks he's all that and brags&lt;br /&gt;of his relationships, his ride and his life&lt;br /&gt;his ability to lie, cheat&lt;br /&gt;for the purpose of boosting his ego is unprecedented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder people like this exist.&lt;br /&gt;inconsiderate, ignorant and nonsensical,&lt;br /&gt;hes a beast in a shape of a human&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the next gullible person out there&lt;br /&gt;to be devoured in his humongous belly for deceit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111469779146159318?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111469779146159318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111469779146159318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111469779146159318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111469779146159318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/ignorant-beast.html' title='The Ignorant Beast'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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-12501294.post-111469512865662723</id><published>2005-04-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:54:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Glorious Is About To Happen</title><content type='html'>So here we are, &lt;strong&gt;bloc party&lt;/strong&gt; is amazing. Just cant stop listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day of Anguish&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling of Resentment&lt;br /&gt;Time wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Connecting like jigsaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Days bring new excitement&lt;br /&gt;maybe the hate will go away&lt;br /&gt;maybe the pessimism will disappear&lt;br /&gt;what comes next is uncertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go into a new chapter&lt;br /&gt;hopefully long, hopefully meaningful&lt;br /&gt;where one's life is portrayed&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant lights, brilliant dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12501294-111469512865662723?l=burntunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/111469512865662723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12501294&amp;postID=111469512865662723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111469512865662723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12501294/posts/default/111469512865662723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-glorious-is-about-to-happen.html' title='Something Glorious Is About To Happen'/><author><name>fantuzzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14007822486990515669</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>
