<?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-1351685128603588697</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:23:03.232+08:00</updated><category term='ubang'/><category term='The'/><category term='Some'/><title type='text'>Show me a way to say that and I'll go down on you!</title><subtitle type='html'>rantings, whining, observations, thoughts, feelings... just talking to myself again, i suppose. heh-heh!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4047489947959735161</id><published>2008-10-15T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:11:58.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What so funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:mN(9);" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); cursor: text; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Stewie Griffin is a little diapered baby of the Family Guy, who is quite the show stealer. Nobody can shock you out of your skin as much as Stewie. Family Guy quotes are resplendent with cutting retorts from Stewie. Read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div id="sidebar" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 12px; padding-top: 1em; position: relative; z-index: 10; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="open" id="m9" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; z-index: 5; line-height: 1.5; clear: none; width: 210px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="sub" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; margin-right: 351px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; position: static; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[watching cheerleaders change in a locker room]&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: It appears my wee-wee's been stricken with rigor mortis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: Mother, as first lady of the American stage Helen Hayes once said, "I'm going to kill you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; margin-right: 351px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; position: static; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: I love God. He's so deliciously evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy in Chicken Suit: Enjoy your chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: Enjoy your studio apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lois is washing Stewie's hair in the sink]&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: Careful. It's 'gently rub the scalp', not 'scrub like you're trying to get the vomit out of a Christmas dress', you stupid holiday drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg: Can I be in the play, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: Oh yes, you can be the dumpy teenage girl who cries backstage because no one finds her attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[While trying to potty-train Stewie]&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Maybe you don't have to pee. I'll just give you some beer, it'll run right through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Stewie: Family Guy Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: Beautiful. And while we're at it we can light up a dubey and watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Rea... Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4047489947959735161?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4047489947959735161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4047489947959735161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4047489947959735161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4047489947959735161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-so-funny.html' title='What so funny?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8153285152797049096</id><published>2008-10-09T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:04:38.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clock's ticking!</title><content type='html'>Another three more months and the year 2009 will have come to an end. Been rather depressing time for me. Won't go too much into these sordid details because only my closet friends would know what I am talking about. So, I guess my New Year's resolution would be just to work to save more, think positively and endeavor to control my destiny (however mundane or small!) into something bigger! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8153285152797049096?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8153285152797049096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8153285152797049096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8153285152797049096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8153285152797049096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/clocks-ticking.html' title='clock&apos;s ticking!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2976320289050167685</id><published>2008-08-10T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:46:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story so far</title><content type='html'>Well, has been some kind of month for me. Changed jobs as the idiot I worked for was the epitome of dictionary-book definition of IDIOT. Thankfully, I left before my sanity and dignity got shat out like everything else he did. Managed to find another job and also took a short vacation, one that I am doing again as I've managed to meet a wonderful person while on my trip. I know perhaps nothing much won't come off the meet but it was nice nonetheless to meet someone as wonderful as him. :-d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do love my beau. Just that, I feel I am all about big love and that perhaps, my love is not just enough for one person! :-d Am I wrong to feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, would be 2009 before I plan another visit to see him and his beautiful country or perhaps he could visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2976320289050167685?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2976320289050167685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2976320289050167685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2976320289050167685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2976320289050167685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-so-far.html' title='the story so far'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1643315207349215014</id><published>2008-07-09T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:57:55.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: SODOMY is the word</title><content type='html'>In view of the recent ho-hah of the sodomy scandal with Anwar and his new boy-toy (oops, office assistant!), here's a poem about the whole issue and of Mr. Turkey-Neck (aka Najib's) involvement in the oh-so-famous murder trial! Really, the butler really did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Title:  Sex and the C4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sodomy is a useful word&lt;br /&gt;recently said and heard,&lt;br /&gt;in Malaysian homes and offices&lt;br /&gt;it's all about famous orifices.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on, you wonder&lt;br /&gt;when Bala steals the thunder,&lt;br /&gt;finger pointing the magic word&lt;br /&gt;to the delight of a horny herd&lt;br /&gt;Organs united, names forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;VIPs are really rotten&lt;br /&gt;Saiful he knows and did not know&lt;br /&gt;doubts about Aminah begin to grow&lt;br /&gt;of whose loose lips he was afraid&lt;br /&gt;but liked her other end instead;&lt;br /&gt;of course he knew it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;but it felt so good and tight!&lt;br /&gt;You could not hump like Greeks&lt;br /&gt;the Hindenburg's fat cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;what her hubby found so succulent&lt;br /&gt;was making Rosmah trucculent.&lt;br /&gt;And so she thought, the time was due&lt;br /&gt;for a nice Mongolian barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;Enter the analyst, not so anal,&lt;br /&gt;who found the girl too banal;&lt;br /&gt;fearing supernatural harm&lt;br /&gt;from her juicy feminine charm,&lt;br /&gt;he hired Bala straightaway&lt;br /&gt;to keep the honeytrap at bay&lt;br /&gt;but private dicks were of no match&lt;br /&gt;for Aminah's superlative snatch&lt;br /&gt;and now that Najib had had his fill,&lt;br /&gt;he would not share the till;&lt;br /&gt;right after the submarine deal,&lt;br /&gt;Aminah's fate he would seal.&lt;br /&gt;Now Rosmah had one idea&lt;br /&gt;on how to kenakan dia&lt;br /&gt;"Let's bomb the bombshell,&lt;br /&gt;let's send her to hell."&lt;br /&gt;Thus perished the hapless beauty&lt;br /&gt;after translation and booty duty;&lt;br /&gt;now Rosmah's ass was happy&lt;br /&gt;until one blogger got yappy;&lt;br /&gt;this Hindenburg nearly caught fire&lt;br /&gt;yet to sue she has no desire.&lt;br /&gt;But Najib's part in this murder&lt;br /&gt;will travel much further;&lt;br /&gt;despite his media actions&lt;br /&gt;and one or two retractions,&lt;br /&gt;some questions will remain&lt;br /&gt;a big part of his bane–&lt;br /&gt;how did Altantuya really die?&lt;br /&gt;and why did he have to lie?&lt;br /&gt;Did he pay off Bala savvily,&lt;br /&gt;or threaten to C4 his family?&lt;br /&gt;What acts could be more despised?&lt;br /&gt;With his money, we're not surprised;&lt;br /&gt;after all, he's such a bully beast,&lt;br /&gt;to him and him alone, at least,&lt;br /&gt;magic words that cannot apply–&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are useful for making rivals die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1643315207349215014?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1643315207349215014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1643315207349215014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1643315207349215014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1643315207349215014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-sodomy-is-word.html' title='re: SODOMY is the word'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-377816560197802356</id><published>2008-06-23T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:21:27.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Insults you should know when travelling overseas</title><content type='html'>For the budding traveler, visiting another  country is often wrecked with anticipation of visiting beautiful locales and destinations often only seen in movies, read about in books and drooled over in magazines. Of course, it helps if you pick up some basic knowledge in the country's native language that you will traveling to. This in turn, will help you in getting through the day sans any embarrassing situations. With that said, one should always learn some swear words, just so you can hit the locals where it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, "when in Rome, do as the Romans do!". Here are some lovely and devastating insults that you can learn to insult the locals in their native language:   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/insults/honorable.jpg" class="ImageRight" align="right" /&gt; Danish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suck devilcock in hell you faggotdwarf&lt;/b&gt; (Sut djavlepik i helvede din bossedvarg). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Vietnamese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You eat pubic hair with salt-dip"&lt;/b&gt; (May an long dai cham mui)  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Finnish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Piss into a transformer"&lt;/b&gt; (Kuse muuntajaan) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Afrikaans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Suck on my hemorrhoids and wait for better days"&lt;/b&gt; (Siug aan my aambeie en wag vir beter dae") &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Albanian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"May you get fucked by a blind bear"&lt;/b&gt; (Te qifte arusha qorre)  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Bosnian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I dream about farting on you"&lt;/b&gt; (Sanjam da prdnem na tebe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt; Romanian phrases:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Shampoo my dick-hair with your saliva"&lt;/b&gt; (Shampona-mi-ai flocii cu saliva)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Brush your teeth, my dick will be inspecting soon!"&lt;/b&gt; (Spala-te pe dinti ca vin cu pula in inspectie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Serbian phrases:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;"The Pope fucks you"&lt;/b&gt; (Jebo te Papa)  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;"May your house be live on CNN"&lt;/b&gt; (Da bog da ti kuca bila na CNN-U)--this essentially means I hope NATO will bomb your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armenian phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Eshoon noor oodel chi vayeler"&lt;/b&gt; It's not pretty watching a jackass try to eat a pomegranate (read: clumsy). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Krisnera zhazh tan vred"&lt;/b&gt; Let the rats ejaculate on you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Kak oudelic shoon"&lt;/b&gt; Shit eating dog. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Eshu Koorak"&lt;/b&gt; Son of Donkey.&lt;/p&gt;Icelandic phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Plunger"&lt;/b&gt; (Drullusukkor). That is, the plumbing tool, roughly equivalent to "fucktard."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Girl who drives a truck"&lt;/b&gt; (Trukkalessa). A butch lesbian--that one sort of works in America too, no? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; When they eventually run out of random items to call one another, they will revert to grittier tactics. A grand majority of them revolve around who or what their antagonist is prone to fucking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Corpsefucker"&lt;/b&gt; (naridill) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Sheepfucker"&lt;/b&gt; (rollurioari) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Unclefucker"&lt;/b&gt; (frandseroir)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We're thinking that should cover about every situation. Enjoy your trip! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-377816560197802356?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/377816560197802356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=377816560197802356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/377816560197802356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/377816560197802356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/06/re-insults-you-should-know-when.html' title='re: Insults you should know when travelling overseas'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2787716874315671906</id><published>2008-04-16T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:17:09.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: For those who is looking to the Golden Years or not</title><content type='html'>For those looking forward to their Golden Years, do take heed of this sound advice. I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Read the pic next to this blog! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2787716874315671906?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2787716874315671906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2787716874315671906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2787716874315671906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2787716874315671906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/04/re-for-those-who-is-looking-to-golden.html' title='re: For those who is looking to the Golden Years or not'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2887176423579815928</id><published>2008-04-15T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:17:41.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Times Flies!</title><content type='html'>Seems only yesterday that I was pondering if I actually would live to a hundred, visit the world in 80-days, finally being able to afford living and yes, actually having a job that lasts more than 4 months! (With a decent pay-check to boot!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just celebrated my 33rd birthday, very low-key..went out to Chili's with Gary and Brian, had a magharita, chatted for a bit and then, went to play Frozen Throne. (gawds!) sad, sad... then again, even if I want to celebrate in "style" or a grander fashion, that would cost money! Sigh...next year then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got some ang pows from my family ( yay! pocket money for two weeks or more!) and then, that was it. Don't really want a cake or much presents...even my beau forgot to wish me and never did get me anything ( Yes, he is sooo romantic, he is!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time to get on with life or what remains of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2887176423579815928?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2887176423579815928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2887176423579815928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2887176423579815928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2887176423579815928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-times-flies.html' title='How Times Flies!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4671869191948540301</id><published>2008-03-27T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:07:12.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: The yollk's on us</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I go, whenever I am out dinning with friends, I see people and my friends ordering fried foods with fried egg and then, cutting out the yolk (because it is bad for you!) and leaving the nice yellow bits aside! Why does anyone bother to order eggs if they do not bother to eat the lovely, bad parts? If you are so health conscious, then do not order or eat fried eggs or eggs for that matter! Don't tell me that everything else is healthy, except the egg! Because it is not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more and see if you can't agree with what the writer had wrote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From WebMD Medical News - March 27, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Eggs are good for you ... eggs are bad for you. The back and forth on eggs isn't likely over yet, but the latest study might explain why cholesterol-packed eggs aren't so bad for you after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition researchers at Kansas State University have shown for the first time that an ingredient in eggs actually keeps the artery-clogging cholesterol from getting into your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs do, in fact, contain a lot of cholesterol. Therefore, many experts thought that the little oval foods were bad for your health. But some recent reports have shown that nutrient-rich eggs might not really be so bad for us. And the findings of this new study might give us the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying rats, the researchers found that something called phosphatidylcholine, or PC, in eggs actually stops the cholesterol in eggs from entering your bloodstream. In fact, they have even applied for a patent for this ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study is published in the September issue of Journal of Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC doesn't stop 100% of the cholesterol from getting into your blood, but it does seem to block a significant amount. This could be very good news for egg lovers, especially since eggs are packed with other healthy goodies -- protein, vitamins A and E, and vitamins B-6, B-12, and folate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior researcher Sung I. Koo says that people with normal cholesterol levels and no family history of heart disease or stroke should not worry about eating one or two eggs a day. There's more overall nutritional benefit than harm to be gained from eggs if eaten in moderation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4671869191948540301?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4671869191948540301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4671869191948540301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4671869191948540301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4671869191948540301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-yollks-on-us.html' title='re: The yollk&apos;s on us'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-7256272442438838888</id><published>2008-03-27T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:53:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: for the days when you really need a snappy comeback</title><content type='html'>1 "Try to be the best of whatever you are, Even if what you are is no good..." &lt;br /&gt;  2 "I may not be totally perfect but parts of me are excellent..." &lt;br /&gt;  3 "I'll listen to your unreasonable demands if you will consider my unacceptable offer..." &lt;br /&gt;  4 "COMMUNICATE!!!  It can't make things any worse..." &lt;br /&gt;  5 "I don't mean to be overly inquisitive, but are you still alive..."??? &lt;br /&gt;  6 "Agree with me now:...  It will save so much time later..." &lt;br /&gt;  7 "Yes, but every time I see things your way I get a headache..." &lt;br /&gt;  8 "What good is it if I talk in flowers while you're thinking in pastry...?" &lt;br /&gt;  9 "When all other means of communication fail, Try words..." &lt;br /&gt; 10 "I waited and waited, and when no message came I knew it could only have come from you. &lt;br /&gt; 11  "I want to reach your mind - - Where is it currently located...?" &lt;br /&gt; 12  "When I say nothing, I don't necessarily mean nothing..." &lt;br /&gt; 13  "People respond to people who respond..." &lt;br /&gt; 14  "I don't want to bore yawl... But there is nobody else around to bore..." &lt;br /&gt; 15  "Lets not complicate our relationship by trying to communicate with each other..." &lt;br /&gt; 16  "Words can never express what words can never express..." &lt;br /&gt; 17  "I writing this to tell you all I have nothing to say..." &lt;br /&gt; 18 "Inform all the troops that communications have completely broken down..." &lt;br /&gt; 19 "I'll pretend to trust you... If you pretend to trust me..." &lt;br /&gt; 20 "Please don't put a strain on our relationship by asking me to do something for you..." &lt;br /&gt; 21 "Please accept me for what I truly am... Completely unacceptable..." &lt;br /&gt; 22 "I have discovered the truth and can't understand why everybody isn't eager to hear it..." &lt;br /&gt; 23 "Please remain calm... Its no use in all of us being hysterical at the same time..." &lt;br /&gt; 24 "To any truly impartial person it would be obvious that I am always right..." &lt;br /&gt; 25 "You are definitely on my list... But I've forgotten what it's a list of..." &lt;br /&gt; 26 "All I ask of life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance..." &lt;br /&gt; 27 "The help I most urgently need is help in admitting that I need help..." &lt;br /&gt; 28 "I need some of my problems to help take my mind off some of the others..." &lt;br /&gt; 29 "My best consolation is the hope that the things I fail to get weren't really worth having..." &lt;br /&gt; 30 "If only I could get the wonderful feeling of accomplishment without having to accomplish anything..." &lt;br /&gt; 31 "I can do without the essentials but I MUST have my luxuries..." &lt;br /&gt; 32 "Say something you'll be sorry for - - I love receiving apologies..." &lt;br /&gt; 33 "Thank you for letting me criticize you... It makes me feel so important..." &lt;br /&gt; 34 "My mind is open... By appointment only..." &lt;br /&gt; 35 "The time is past for action!!!  Now is the time for senseless bickering...!" &lt;br /&gt; 36 "Please forgive me if, in the heat of battle, I forget which side I'm on..." &lt;br /&gt; 37 "Some of the things that live the longest in my memory never really happened..." &lt;br /&gt; 38 "I definitely intend to start living sometime very soon..." &lt;br /&gt; 39 "I resent being treated like the sort of person I really am..." &lt;br /&gt; 40 "I desperately need some wise advice which will recommend that I do what I want to do..." &lt;br /&gt; 41 "CHANGE!! Its time for us to make some big changes. Why don't you change first...?" &lt;br /&gt; 42 "I can admit to myself that I was wrong... But I will never admit it to you..." &lt;br /&gt; 43 "Everybody is entitled to my opinion..." &lt;br /&gt; 44 "Been through hell ???  What did you bring back for me...?" &lt;br /&gt; 45 "You are always welcome in my territory...  enter at your own risk..." &lt;br /&gt; 46 "Seeing is believing - - I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't believed it..." &lt;br /&gt; 47 "My opinions may have changed...  But not the fact that I am right..." &lt;br /&gt; 48 "I only opened to tell you I'm closed..." &lt;br /&gt; 49 "Please reconsider - - It's so hard to take 'Go To Hell' for an answer..." &lt;br /&gt; 50 "How much of your influence on me is a result of my influence on you...?" &lt;br /&gt; 51 "I like to think of you on days that begin with a morning..." &lt;br /&gt; 52 "If you noticed that I'm deceiving you, I can't be deceiving you very well..." &lt;br /&gt; 53 "If I didn't understand you so well, I wouldn't disagree with you so much..." &lt;br /&gt; 54 "Be very careful, or I'll include you in my plans..." &lt;br /&gt; 55 "If you don't let me make you happy, I'll make you suffer..." &lt;br /&gt; 56 "If only I knew you loved me, I could face the uncertainty of whether I loved you..." &lt;br /&gt; 57 "Why is it taking so long for you to bring out all the good in me...?" &lt;br /&gt; 58 "You have you on your side but all I have on my side is me..." &lt;br /&gt; 59 "How much do I love you ???  Less than you'll ever know..." &lt;br /&gt; 60 "If only you were here to upset me..." &lt;br /&gt; 61 "Would you care to drift aimlessly in my direction...?" &lt;br /&gt; 62 "We ought to be more careful - - Our love could go on for years and years..." &lt;br /&gt; 63 "Please don't lie to me, unless you're absolutely sure I'll never find out the truth..." &lt;br /&gt; 64 "I can forgive you for being wrong, But it's much harder to forgive you for being right..." &lt;br /&gt; 65 "How kind of you to want to live my life for me..." &lt;br /&gt; 66 "What shall I do until you improve...?" &lt;br /&gt; 67 "Please don't recommend me to your friends - - It's difficult enough to cope with you alone..." &lt;br /&gt; 68 "If things don't improve soon I may have to ask you to stop helping me..." &lt;br /&gt; 69 "Forgive me NOW!!! Tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty..." &lt;br /&gt; 70 "Remember me??? I'm the one who never made any impression on you..." &lt;br /&gt; 71 "You are not the only person in the world who doesn't care enough about me..." &lt;br /&gt; 72 "Why are you so hard to ignore...?" &lt;br /&gt; 73 "It would be nice to see you again, and again, and again, and a, and, a..." &lt;br /&gt; 74 "We could probably be friends... If only you would make the first approach..." &lt;br /&gt; 75 "How would you like to be my ultimate destination...?" &lt;br /&gt; 76 "Isn't it a nice co-incidence that you and I are both alive at the very same time...?" &lt;br /&gt; 77 "I'm very sensitive to pleasure... Please don't come to near me..." &lt;br /&gt; 78 "You can play with my life if I can play with yours..." &lt;br /&gt; 79 "Our love is growing... I don't mind watering it occasionally with a few tears..." &lt;br /&gt; 80 "Don't ever ask me to choose between you and happiness because I'choose you every time..." &lt;br /&gt; 81 "I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common...?" &lt;br /&gt; 82 "Why isn't there a cheap and easy why I can prove how much you mean to me...?" &lt;br /&gt; 83 "If you cared more for my feelings, You wouldn't be so successful..." &lt;br /&gt; 84 "Please don't ask me what the score is - - Iam not even sure what game we're playing..." &lt;br /&gt; 85 "Whatever happened to all the fun we were going to have together...?" &lt;br /&gt; 86 "Lets stay together and drag each other down..." &lt;br /&gt; 87 "Now that you mention it, I do remember loving you..." &lt;br /&gt; 88 "DON'T SHOOT ! ! !  We may both be on the same side...!" &lt;br /&gt; 89 "I wish all the people that truly want to help me could agree with each other..." &lt;br /&gt; 90 "Please don't ask me to keep in step - - It's hard enough just staying in line..." &lt;br /&gt; 91 "I get along very well with everybody... except animals and people..." &lt;br /&gt; 92 "In an orderly world, there is always a place for the disorderly..." &lt;br /&gt; 93 "I've found the secret of happiness - - Total disregard of everybody..." &lt;br /&gt; 94 "I wish I had been born with an unfair advantage, instead of having to acquire one..." &lt;br /&gt; 95 "I had a ticket to the good life, But somehow could never find the entrance..." &lt;br /&gt; 96 "I live in my own little world, but visitors are always welcome..." &lt;br /&gt; 97 "What I want is all the power and none of the responsibility..." &lt;br /&gt; 98 "I want either less corruption, or more chance to participate in it..." &lt;br /&gt; 99 "If we all work together we can totally disrupt the system..." &lt;br /&gt; 100 "Should I abide by the rules until they're changed, or help speed the change by breaking them...?" &lt;br /&gt; 101 "If I didn't have to work so hard, I'd have more time to be depressed..." &lt;br /&gt; 102 "For GOD's sake, tell me what to think..." &lt;br /&gt; 103 "The world needs more people like US! and fewer people like THEM...!" &lt;br /&gt; 104 "Good leaders are hard to find, so Iam following myself..." &lt;br /&gt; 105 "Lets Organize this thing!!!  and take all the fun out of it..." &lt;br /&gt; 106 "It may not be worthwhile, but it still has to be done..." &lt;br /&gt; 107 "The more we disagree, the more chance there is that at least ONE of us is correct..." &lt;br /&gt; 108 "I don't care what the world knows about me. But I hope my mother never finds out..." &lt;br /&gt; 109 "LOOK!!!  Before your very eyes the future is becoming the past..." &lt;br /&gt; 110 "No man is an island... But some of us are long peninsulas..." &lt;br /&gt; 111 "Its interesting to know the many distinguished people have bodies very similar to mine..." &lt;br /&gt; 112 "If I didn't have most of my friends I wouldn't have most of my problems..." &lt;br /&gt; 113 "Thank you for not annoying me anymore than you do..." &lt;br /&gt; 114 "It was all so different before everything changed..." &lt;br /&gt; 115 "everything might be different in the present if only one thing had been different in the past..." &lt;br /&gt; 116 "Today is what happened to yesterday..." &lt;br /&gt; 117 "Normal times may possibly be over forever..." &lt;br /&gt; 118 "Some parts of the past must be preserved, and some of the future prevented at all costs..." &lt;br /&gt; 119 "My great ambition is to build that will last, at least until I've finished building it..." &lt;br /&gt; 120 "Tomorrow, this will be part of the unchangeable past but fortunately, it can be changed today..." &lt;br /&gt; 121 "Look! Before our very eyes, the future is becoming the past..." &lt;br /&gt; 122 "Some changes are so slow you don't notice them. Others are so fast they don't notice you..." &lt;br /&gt; 123 "Before I knew the best part of my had come, it had gone..." &lt;br /&gt; 124 "Time will end all my troubles, but I don't always approve of time's methods..." &lt;br /&gt; 125 "Who will take care of the world after I'm gone...?" &lt;br /&gt; 126 "I find it easier to be the result of the past than a cause of the future..." &lt;br /&gt; 127 "I need more time and I probably always will..." &lt;br /&gt; 128 "Why does trouble always come at the wrong time...?" &lt;br /&gt; 129 "Until recently, I thought i was someone I knew..." &lt;br /&gt; 130 "Nothing is more quiet than the sound of hair going gray..." &lt;br /&gt; 131 "My, how you have changed since I've changed..." &lt;br /&gt; 132 "Please don't disturb me while I'm growing..." &lt;br /&gt; 133 "Wasting time is an important part of living..." &lt;br /&gt; 134 "Where will it all end? Probably somewhere near where it all began..." &lt;br /&gt; 135 "somehow it seems the world is having more effect on me than I'm having the world...' &lt;br /&gt; 136 "I feel disillusioned.  Do you have any good new illusions...?" &lt;br /&gt; 137 "Distance doesn't really make you any smaller but it makes you part of a larger picture..." &lt;br /&gt; 138 "I have abandoned my search for the truth and am now looking for a good fantasy..." &lt;br /&gt; 139 "Either this life I'm in is very dream-like or this dream I'm in is very life-like..." &lt;br /&gt; 140 "Be Realistic, And accept the fact that I live in a dream world.." &lt;br /&gt; 141 "Where do I go, now that I've reached my limits...?" &lt;br /&gt; 142 "It's really quite a simple choice:  Life, Death, or Los Angeles..." &lt;br /&gt; 143 "I like to travel. It makes me feel I'm getting somewhere..." &lt;br /&gt; 144 "Due to circumstances beyond my control, I'm master of my fate and captain of my soul..." &lt;br /&gt; 145 "Living on earth may be expensive, but it includes an annual free trip around the sun..." &lt;br /&gt; 146 "I don't greatly need the outside world, but I do like to know that it's still there..." &lt;br /&gt; 147 "Are you on my side ... Or on the world's side...?" &lt;br /&gt; 148 "Please help keep the world clean: Others may wish to use it..." &lt;br /&gt; 149 "It'll be a nice world if they ever get it finished..." &lt;br /&gt; 150 "Keep Up The Good Work ! But please don't ask me to help..." &lt;br /&gt; 151 "All the evidence concerning the universe has not yet been collected, so there's still hope..." &lt;br /&gt; 152 "According to the latest reports, there was no truth in any of the earlier reports.." &lt;br /&gt; 153 "There's only one everything..." &lt;br /&gt; 154 "Everything is controlled by a small evil group to which, unfortunately, nobody I know belongs..." &lt;br /&gt; 155 "Getting there is only half as far as getting there and back..." &lt;br /&gt; 156 "I'll never see all the places, or read all the books, but fortunately, They're not all recommended..." &lt;br /&gt; 157 "every time I close the door on reality, it comes through the window..." &lt;br /&gt; 158 "If you liked the earth you'll love heaven..." &lt;br /&gt; 159 "Is there life before breakfast...?" &lt;br /&gt; 160 "I'm looking for the perfect pillow. I think it's somewhere near yours..." &lt;br /&gt; 161 "All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy..." &lt;br /&gt; 162 "One of my favorite ways of ending a game is by winning..." &lt;br /&gt; 163 "If you can't learn to do it well, learn to enjoy doing it badly..." &lt;br /&gt; 164 "The kind of danger I most enjoy is the kind I can watch from a safe place..." &lt;br /&gt; 165 "My object is to save the world, while leading a pleasant life..." &lt;br /&gt; 166 "The surest way to remain a winner is to win once, and then not play any more..." &lt;br /&gt; 167 "I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my breaks are defective..." &lt;br /&gt; 168 "When all else fails....  EAT...!" &lt;br /&gt; 169 "Anything is good if its made of chocolate..." &lt;br /&gt; 170 "I don't need a great deal of love  but I do need a steady supply..." &lt;br /&gt; 171 "But after you have gone I will still have my peanut butter..." &lt;br /&gt; 172 "Help me improve my appearance... I'm much better looking when  I've been hugged..." &lt;br /&gt; 173 "What would life be without me..." &lt;br /&gt; 174 "Enjoy yourself... While your still old..." &lt;br /&gt; 175 "There has been an alarming increase in the number of things I know nothing about..." &lt;br /&gt; 176 "My face can say so much.... Especially the mouth part of my face... (fingers in Cyber)..." &lt;br /&gt; 177 "By doing just a little every day, I can gradually let the task overwhelm me..." &lt;br /&gt; 178 "My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating..." &lt;br /&gt; 180 "Strange as it may seem, my life is based on a true story..." &lt;br /&gt; 181 "Sometimes I need what only you can provide, your absence..." &lt;br /&gt; 182 "Some books make me want to go adventuring, others that they have saved me the trouble..." &lt;br /&gt; 183 "Marrying your opponent is sometimes good strategy, but still no guarantee that you'll ever win the game..." &lt;br /&gt; 184 "If you don't want to communicate, for God's sake shut up!..." &lt;br /&gt; 185 "You can never discard too many bad ideas..." &lt;br /&gt;Some Other stuff.  Iam not sure of the authors. &lt;br /&gt;Sayings that should be on buttons or bumper stickers... &lt;br /&gt;  1. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup &lt;br /&gt;  2. Make yourself at home! Clean my kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;  3. Who are these kids and why are they calling me Mom? &lt;br /&gt;  4. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth. &lt;br /&gt;  5. Don't bother me. I'm living happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;  6. Do I look like a freaking' people person? &lt;br /&gt;  7. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting. &lt;br /&gt;  8. I started out with nothing &amp; still have most of it left. &lt;br /&gt;  9. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me. &lt;br /&gt; 10. Drive carefully It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker. &lt;br /&gt; 11. If I throw a stick, will you leave? &lt;br /&gt; 12. You! Off my planet! &lt;br /&gt; 13. Therapy is expensive, popping' bubble wrap is cheap! You choose. &lt;br /&gt; 14. Practice random acts of intelligence &amp; senseless acts of self-control. &lt;br /&gt; 15. Bottomless pit of needs &amp; wants. &lt;br /&gt; 16. I like cats, too. Let's exchange recipes. &lt;br /&gt; 17. Friendly checkout clerk. Thanks for keeping me that way! &lt;br /&gt; 18. If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I'll put. shoes on my cat. &lt;br /&gt; 19. Does your train of thought have a caboose? &lt;br /&gt; 21. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe? &lt;br /&gt; 22. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed. &lt;br /&gt; 24. Let me show you how the guards used to do it. &lt;br /&gt; 25. And just how may I screw you over today? &lt;br /&gt; 26. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...? &lt;br /&gt; 27. I'm not crazy, I've just been in a very bad mood for 30 years. &lt;br /&gt; 28. If only you'd use your powers for good instead of evil... &lt;br /&gt; 29. See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil. &lt;br /&gt; 30. A PBS mind in an MTV world. &lt;br /&gt; 31. Yeah, right! Like I'm going to put that icky thing in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt; 32. Allow me to introduce my selves. &lt;br /&gt; 33. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer. &lt;br /&gt; 34. Whisper my favorite words: "I'll buy it for you." &lt;br /&gt; 35. Better living through denial. &lt;br /&gt; 36. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed. &lt;br /&gt; 37. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees &amp; then name streets after them. &lt;br /&gt; 38. Adult child of alien invaders. &lt;br /&gt; 39. Do they ever shut up on your planet? &lt;br /&gt; 40. I'm just working here till a good fast-food job opens up. &lt;br /&gt; 41. Are those your eyeballs? I found them in my cleavage. &lt;br /&gt; 42. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable. &lt;br /&gt; 43. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality. &lt;br /&gt; 44. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door. &lt;br /&gt; 45. Stress is when you wake up screaming &amp; you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet. &lt;br /&gt; 46. Mall whore: I can suck the numbers right off your credit cards. &lt;br /&gt; 47. After I cook the vegetables, what do I do with the wheelchairs? &lt;br /&gt; 48. Here I am! Now what are your other two wishes? &lt;br /&gt; 49. Back off! You're standing in my aura. &lt;br /&gt; 50. I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. &lt;br /&gt; 51. Don't worry. I forgot your name, too! &lt;br /&gt; 52. Adults are just kids who owe money. &lt;br /&gt; 53. One of us is thinking about sex... OK, it's me. &lt;br /&gt; 54. How many times do I have to flush before you go away? &lt;br /&gt; 55. I have a computer, a vibrator, &amp; pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house? &lt;br /&gt; 56. I just want revenge. Is that so wrong? &lt;br /&gt; 57. It's sick the way you people keep having sex without me. &lt;br /&gt; 58. I work 40 hours a week to be this poor. &lt;br /&gt; 59. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt; 60. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #2? &lt;br /&gt; 61. Okay, okay, I take it back! Unscrew you! &lt;br /&gt; 62. Macho Law prohibits me from admitting I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt; 63. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it? &lt;br /&gt; 64. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead. &lt;br /&gt; 65. Too many freaks, not enough circuses. &lt;br /&gt; 66. Chaos, panic, &amp; disorder - my work here is done. &lt;br /&gt; 67. A woman's favorite position is CEO. &lt;br /&gt; 68. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no. &lt;br /&gt; 69. You look like shit. Is that the style now? &lt;br /&gt; 70. Everyone thinks I'm psychotic, except for my friends deep inside the earth. &lt;br /&gt; 71. Earth is full. Go home. &lt;br /&gt; 72. Is it time for your medication or mine? &lt;br /&gt; 73. Does this condom make me look fat? &lt;br /&gt; 74. Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch me? &lt;br /&gt; 75. I plead contemporary insanity. &lt;br /&gt; 76. And which dwarf are you? &lt;br /&gt; 77. I refuse to star in your psychodrama. &lt;br /&gt; 78. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks. &lt;br /&gt; 79. How do I set a laser printer to stun? &lt;br /&gt; 80. It ain't the size, it's... no, it's the size. &lt;br /&gt; 81. Meandering to a different drummer. &lt;br /&gt; 82. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert. &lt;br /&gt; 83. I majored in liberal arts. Will that be for here or to go? &lt;br /&gt; 84. Quick - Cheap - Good   Pick 2. &lt;br /&gt; 85. Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least. &lt;br /&gt; 86. Never moon a werewolf. &lt;br /&gt; 87. god is dead - Voltaire     Voltaire is dead  - GOD!!! &lt;br /&gt; 89. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, tension mounted... and rode off. &lt;br /&gt; 90. Being paranoid means never having to think that your alone. &lt;br /&gt; 91. The gene pool around here could use a little chlorine. &lt;br /&gt; 92. Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime? &lt;br /&gt; 93. Morning has broken. Call the repairman. &lt;br /&gt; 94. Talk is cheap until you hire a lawyer. &lt;br /&gt; 95. If at first you don't succeed ... well, so much for sky diving. &lt;br /&gt; 96. The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant. &lt;br /&gt; 97. Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate. &lt;br /&gt; 98. God save me from your followers. &lt;br /&gt; 99. Guns don't kill people. Postal workers do. &lt;br /&gt;100. Jesus is coming! Everyone look busy. &lt;br /&gt;101. All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my hand. &lt;br /&gt;102. A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory. &lt;br /&gt;103. Interesting factoid. So, what's the speed of dark? &lt;br /&gt;104. Who is General Failure and why is he reading my hard disk? &lt;br /&gt;105. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film. &lt;br /&gt;106. If Barbie is so popular, why do you need to buy friends for her? &lt;br /&gt;107. I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol. &lt;br /&gt;108. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. &lt;br /&gt;109. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines. &lt;br /&gt;110. Too many cultists, not enough comets. &lt;br /&gt;111. If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat? &lt;br /&gt;112. Where do forest rangers go to 'get away from it all'? &lt;br /&gt;113. Life is just one undocumented feature after another. &lt;br /&gt;114. A good day is when I don't start off a meeting with "you bastards". &lt;br /&gt;115. Character is what you are. Reputation is what people think you are. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Well...  There you have it...  If you read all these in one sitting, it will now be time for you to go to the bathroom and clean your self up.  Get something to eat and call your mother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-7256272442438838888?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7256272442438838888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=7256272442438838888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7256272442438838888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7256272442438838888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-for-days-when-you-really-need-snappy.html' title='re: for the days when you really need a snappy comeback'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6513997801389450649</id><published>2008-03-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:42:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what my name means.... hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Lim Vin Tsen  Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6513997801389450649?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6513997801389450649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6513997801389450649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6513997801389450649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6513997801389450649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-my-name-means-hmmm.html' title='what my name means.... hmmm'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3668281225310536519</id><published>2008-02-29T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:22:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving the future or at least appearing to be</title><content type='html'>Am reading a funny book by Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert (look him and Dilbert up if you still do not know whom I am talking about!). His book, THE DILBERT FUTURE: THRIVING ON STUPIDITY IN THE 21ST CENTURY is a laugh riot! In it, he makes obvious observations of how we will eventually die out from fear of being trumped by stupid people or IN-DUH-VIDUALS as he calls them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future we think can happen is not like Star Trek! any given time of the century, year, month, day or time...  we will be bogged down three immutable aspects of human nature: stupidity, selfishness and horniness. All three which can and will bring down the human race. Nowhere else can you find one race that is so adamant on killing itself! Our greed, our obsessions and our selfishness will be the death of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I fit in in all of this mess? Gosh... somewhere where I can cultivate a sense of purpose, I hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3668281225310536519?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3668281225310536519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3668281225310536519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3668281225310536519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3668281225310536519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/02/surviving-future-or-at-least-appearing.html' title='Surviving the future or at least appearing to be'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4320683640982426268</id><published>2008-02-21T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:30:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: of red ang pows and indigestion</title><content type='html'>Once again, we slanty-eyed, yellow-skinned kiasu clan of nearly one billion people worldwide have decided to spend an agonizing 15 days seeped in some farce of a tradition and pretend to like one another - even for just 15 days! Yes, folks! It is time once again for Chinese New Year! And this year seemed even more laid-back and duller than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days of spending all day at grandmother's home, chatting non-stop with cousins alike! These days, it is..where is the nearest air-conditioning. It was horrid - the weather! Absolutely horrid! Suffice to say, we only lasted less than three hours before dashing home to bask in air-con comfort again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I feel the charmless celebration have finally taken its toll on my oh-so-called self! Handing out ang pows now seemed like a boring ritual to just hand out spare change and be done with it! Then again, how else can one expect to make RM200 in less than two days? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun has stopped and there is nothing else to do but just move on. Like a friend of mine from Hong Kong said..."I will be spending Chinese New Year fast asleep! (And his parents have given their permission! What the?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret, dear reader...There's always birthdays to worry about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4320683640982426268?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4320683640982426268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4320683640982426268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4320683640982426268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4320683640982426268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/02/re-of-red-ang-pows-and-indigestion.html' title='re: of red ang pows and indigestion'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-7072665130584837863</id><published>2008-02-14T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:03:10.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is all around... like a bad stench</title><content type='html'>once more..Valentine day is here.. more commercialism crap shoved down your throat.. with overpriced nonsense! where a rose can cost you a testicle.. hehehehe! I doubt my beau is romantic enough to call me much less wish me ...then again, he is learning...hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... i have much pressing things to worry about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-7072665130584837863?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7072665130584837863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=7072665130584837863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7072665130584837863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7072665130584837863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-all-around-like-bad-stench.html' title='love is all around... like a bad stench'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2753723909547889285</id><published>2008-02-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:21:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: And your star says...</title><content type='html'>As I read the countless predictions based on one's star sign or animal sign, I give a snort of disbelief. Because if I were to blindly follow every prediction I read, I should have been rich or at least moving on to that path eventually...but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year was supposedly predicted to be "good" for me. well, far as I can tell... I just lost my job of less than a month (yay!) I am still fat (hmm) and my bank account does not appear to have grown like a festering boil. oh hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not help that at my former work..I constantly had my ear-drums cranked up with this one female colleague's rantings on astrology, feng shui and worse... "HOW TO SAVE MONEY WISELY" tips. Hun! give it a rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a weird note, my ex=boss, the one whom let me "go" after a month..called me up to apparently checked in on me. how concerned he was! he just wants to see if I had made a life-changing experience...IN LESS THAN FIVE DAYS? gooood luck, chuck! and perhaps to make sure if i had not whacked myself for some reason! ehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here we go again for another whacked-up 2008! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2753723909547889285?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2753723909547889285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2753723909547889285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2753723909547889285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2753723909547889285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/02/re-and-your-star-says.html' title='re: And your star says...'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4015056591462095498</id><published>2008-01-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:57:09.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re:...Then again</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, knowing too much is a terrible thing for one's mental faculties. Case in point, is my colleague, whom by all means, claims to be an experienced graphic designer. Perhaps it is her way of thinking or her own idea of creativity but damn, she can't explain herself properly! For the past week, we have been disagreeing on the creative flow of this one set of buntings she is designing for a housing developer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it is a case of she said this, I think this and the anonying thing is, she thinks she is right because she knows so. And today, was another example of it! It boiled down to the point where I just had to exit the office for fear of raising my voice and throwing a hissy fit that would make the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland green (haha!) with envy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am just contended to do what I can and see what other migraines she can give herself on my account. Oh to work in a creative atmosphere like so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need drug...something..chocolates..lots of it! wish I can gulp an entire big packet of M&amp;M's now! sheer bliss!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4015056591462095498?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4015056591462095498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4015056591462095498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4015056591462095498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4015056591462095498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/rethen-again.html' title='re:...Then again'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-127289111153174310</id><published>2008-01-18T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:49:38.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Laughter, the best medicine</title><content type='html'>Dialogue from the movie, "SOAPDISH". hehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to her male costar]&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: Next time, could you wear a swimsuit underneath the towel? It's a little early in the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;[walks off]&lt;br /&gt;Blair Brennan: I can't act in a swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;Tawny Miller: I know... &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Montana Moorehead: YOU - promised me you would get rid of Celeste. WE WERE BOTH NAKED AND YOU PROMISED! NAKED!&lt;br /&gt;David Barnes: Hey! We were never naked.&lt;br /&gt;Montana Moorehead: Well, we could have been! &lt;br /&gt;======================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: You have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ariel Maloney: Ooh, they're nothing compared to my tits.&lt;br /&gt;[Reading unrehearsed lines off the TelePrompTer]&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Dr. Randall, what a surprise! Are you having lunch here?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] I will if it's that sample. Huh... I wish it was that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund Edwards: [offstage] This guy never heard of contact lenses?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] The test results have come back.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] And?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] And I'm afraid the results are very disturbing. It seems that Angelique has a rare case of brake fluid...&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: Bran... fluid. Bran flavor.&lt;br /&gt;Burton White: What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;David Barnes: [offstage] Brain fever!&lt;br /&gt;Edmund Edwards: [offstage, loudly] Say it!&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Brain fever!&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] Yes. Brain fever. Or what we call in Austria...&lt;br /&gt;[they both goggle at the word]&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: Kopfgeschlagen. At the current rate of inflation, her brain will laterally explore the...&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Literally explode?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] Exactly, within the next three houses.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Hours?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] Yes, will literally explode within next three hours. I would suggest leaving the restraint.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] Restaurant, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: [as Maggie] Her brain will actually explode?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: [as Dr. Randall] Yes, yes, I've, um, seen it happen. It's a dreadful, dreadful thug. Thing. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montana Moorehead: [to David] What kind of moron are you?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: Oh, I'll tell you why I'm here! I'm here because... I... I...&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: Come on, say it! "I want you, Jeffery. I'm consumed with jealousy for my neice, because I want you."&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: Oh, please!&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Anderson: Admit it, you have feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Talbert: My feelings are ABOUT you, not FOR you. There's a big difference! &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-127289111153174310?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/127289111153174310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=127289111153174310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/127289111153174310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/127289111153174310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-laughter-best-medicine_18.html' title='re: Laughter, the best medicine'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8905841056872113479</id><published>2008-01-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:16:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: when bad is just baaaad!</title><content type='html'>If you know whom Uwe Boll is, then you would know that he is argubably one of Hollywood's (well, there has been others but by far, he sucks!) worse directors! His movies have been the subject of migrianes, guffaws and insults when his first movie got shat out his rear end! The word GOOD does not come close to what one thinks when seeing his movie...it is baaaad! To get an idea, here is a review of his latest pile of dung... titled IN THE NAME OF THE KING: A DUNGEON SIEGE TALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, DUNGEON SIEGE is a mindless hodge-podge crap PC game created by microsoft (now shudder!) and have been vomitted into a movie by above-mentioned director! Mind you, movies based on  computers rarely fare well. anyone remember SUPER MARIO BROS.? Anyone?? So, read on and watch at your own peril. Might be good for two long hours of laughter (How else can one waste rm10?) heheheh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Review of IN THE NAME OF THE KING: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that reviewing an Uwe Boll film is a lot like having a fancy restaurant critic do a write-up on McDonald's new McGristle sandwich -- but I'm not "fancy" by any definition of the word, and I've grown madly in love with Uwe Boll's enthusiastically slipshod filmmaking techniques. So to those who thought miracles were actually possible, I have some disappointing news: Boll's latest, In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale, is every bit as consistently awful as the director's earlier offerings -- only it's 126 minutes long. And that's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also unfair is the stunningly blatant way in which Mr. Boll tries to rip off the Lord of the Rings trilogy in this chintzy little epic. Every other sequence has a musical cue, a costume, a bit of dialog, or a background character that just fell off the Hobbit truck. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Uwe Boll just spent 126 minutes telling Peter Jackson how thin, talented and gorgeous he is. To be completely fair, I did notice a few components (mainly the action scene editing and a few moments of strangely effective cinematography) that manage to improve upon films like Alone in the Dark, House of the Dead and BloodRayne -- but really, you could probably improve upon those three movies using only a cell phone camera and a powerful flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a flick that runs two hours, the plot is distressingly skimpy: Villains are ransacking the countryside, so a farmer called Farmer takes up arms, grabs a few sidekicks, and heads out to destroy the evil and perpetually cackling Boss Villain. That's it, really. But we're not going to see an Uwe Boll video game adaptation for the plot, are we? No. We're usually watching his flicks for the sheer unintentional hilarity of it all, but King is even better because it's an ensemble piece! We've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroic farmer called Farmer, as played by the very bored-looking Jason Statham. (More bored than usual, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An oddly plastic-looking Burt Reynolds as the heroic King Konreid. (The powder-white wig really brings out the goofiness of his jet-black, massive eyebrows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrifically frantic Matthew Lillard as a devious Duke called Fallow. (Prize: Best awful acting in a movie filled with awful acting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aimless (yet still beautiful) Claire Forlani as Solana, Farmer's damsel in humorous distress. (Someone please rescue this actress from the B-list already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goofy-wigged Ron Perlman as wise-crackin' sidekick Norrick. (Not even Ron Perlman can make this movie fun for more than three seconds in a row!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typically bombastic John Rhys-Davies as King Konreid's wisdom-spouting chief magic-man Merick. (John, c'mon. You must still have a big chunk of Rings money somewhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The completely vacant Leelee Sobieski as Muriella, Merick's fight-hungry daughter, who mistakenly gives some tail to the Boss Villain. (Yes, she still looks like a smaller version of Helen Hunt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely-yet-also-hilarious Kristanna Loken as some sort of lesbian tree-woman called Elora. (Hey, she hangs out with three other forest chicks and throws vines at men!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (saving the best for last) a completely unhinged Ray Liotta as a very confused evil wizard known as Gallian. (I'd never in my life say a bad word about Ray Liotta, but ... hoo boy. I hope he got a nice check for his six days of work on this thing, because he vamps it up like nobody's business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to know much more about In the Name of the King than what I just described to you, my simple advice is this: Never see this movie. Ever. But if you found yourself chuckling quietly as I described the flimsy plot, the obvious inspirations, and the awesomely amusing cast, then I bet you're going to have a (slightly) good time with the flick. (In the comfort of your own home, that is, where you can keep on drinking beer.) And what the hell are ninjas doing in this movie, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all of Boll's films, the thing is a film critic's worst nightmare: Between the goofy FX assaulting your eyeballs, the powerfully ripe stench of the clumsy dialog, and the aggressively dreary sound design, you won't know which of your five senses to extinguish first. Even the intended audience for a action/adventure cheese-fest like this (I'm guessing it'd be "aimless 14-year-old boys") will find themselves earning a quick education on the fine art of bad filmmaking. And then after those 14 minutes are over, they'll just get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the flat CG work to the seamed matte paintings to the mud-covered "krugs" who are forever attacking our heroes, the flick feels like something slapped together by a bunch of Tolkien-addicted high school kids whose dads happen to know some pretty famous actors. If the thing sped by and delivered its dorky payload in about 88 minutes, I could probably recommend it to fans of bad cinema -- or the very, very stoned. But at 126 minutes, the thing becomes a chore of epic proportions -- which kinda makes it even more amusing. And get this: The DVD version will be a whole lot longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Uwe. January would be so boring without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END REVIEW...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8905841056872113479?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8905841056872113479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8905841056872113479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8905841056872113479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8905841056872113479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-when-is-just-baaaad.html' title='re: when bad is just baaaad!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-248473379764851480</id><published>2008-01-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:34:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/R4R40cc38zI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZYm_hMpi2r8/s1600-h/cp.e5fc0817b9548be80156837a184114d1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/R4R40cc38zI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZYm_hMpi2r8/s400/cp.e5fc0817b9548be80156837a184114d1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153376716004520754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to remember this year! Have a wonderful 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-248473379764851480?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/248473379764851480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=248473379764851480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/248473379764851480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/248473379764851480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-to-remember-this-year-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/R4R40cc38zI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZYm_hMpi2r8/s72-c/cp.e5fc0817b9548be80156837a184114d1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8203540225036117287</id><published>2008-01-02T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:02:44.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re; hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are an Adventurous Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofdatingdivaareyouquiz/adventurous-date.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;"If it sounds good, go for it"&lt;br /&gt;What haven't you done on a date? You're into creating an extreme, memorable experience.&lt;br /&gt;You're spontaneous enough to be up for almost anything - even jumping out of a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys to look for:&lt;br /&gt;Men who share your love of thrills and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's backpacking through Thailand,&lt;br /&gt;Or whitewater rafting in the scariest rapids!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdatingdivaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Dating Diva Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8203540225036117287?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8203540225036117287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8203540225036117287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8203540225036117287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8203540225036117287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-hmm_02.html' title='re; hmm...'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-514751457024532544</id><published>2008-01-02T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:59:26.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Experienced 36% of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/life-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the life experience of someone in their early 20s.&lt;br /&gt;You've seen some of what life has to offer - but you have a long ways to go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Life Experience Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-514751457024532544?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/514751457024532544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=514751457024532544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/514751457024532544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/514751457024532544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-hmm.html' title='re: hmm...'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6783906147881254983</id><published>2008-01-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:23:44.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year!!</title><content type='html'>Eeks! How have the year come and gone..in a flash! Coupled with drama, headaches, fun and what-nots, it has been a roller-coaster of near hits and misses! So now, I shall endeavor to move forward and proudly hold my head up as high as I can possibly muster to do things to the best of my abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness...barely even into the year and we are plauged by yet another sex-scandal! This one involving our Ministr of Health - of all persons! Seems he got caught doing the horizontal mambo with a personal lady friend of his! eh? who? his aunt? his secratary? and thanks to the intrusion of close circut cameras in his hotel room (what the fuck?! which budget hotel did he go to?) his liason has now been circuted as the latest local porn vcd! :-p how terrible! someone out to discredit him? professional jealousy? ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, his wife has forgiven him for porking the wrong pussy...gasp...then again, have you seen her? wow! so much for infidelity, eh? what the hell is going on?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even hetero people can't seem to keep their secrets hidden, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...here's looking for towards another year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;points to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is sitting at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?"&lt;br /&gt;The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, there's three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round &amp; firm. In her thirties &amp; forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."&lt;br /&gt;"Onions?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you see them, and they make you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of willies are there?"&lt;br /&gt;The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties &amp; forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree." &lt;br /&gt;"A Christmas tree??"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6783906147881254983?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6783906147881254983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6783906147881254983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6783906147881254983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6783906147881254983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year.html' title='Another year!!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2730428144643086403</id><published>2007-11-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:24:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ttttttttttttphtttthht!</title><content type='html'>Days that make you feel you just want to throw yourself onto your bed, pull the covers over your head, turn on the air-con and wish it was raining and then, you can dream blissfully away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have discovered that unless I upgrade my computer - AGAIN! I will sorely not be able to play any of the high-end, graphic-intensive RPG games being spewed out of the wonderful world of the computer gaming industry. so this means, coughing up another...oh...what? rm3,000 or better for a computer that can really blow yer mind away and your budget, mind you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to play the classic games from five years back but sadly, the replay value is virtually...dying away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess I can try and abuse the computer in another oh-so-special way... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2730428144643086403?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2730428144643086403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2730428144643086403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2730428144643086403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2730428144643086403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/11/ttttttttttttphtttthht.html' title='Ttttttttttttphtttthht!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-9113726343038120241</id><published>2007-11-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:07:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: oh how the year has come and gone!</title><content type='html'>Time to deck out your halls or room with plastic gag-gifts, fake holly and enough blinking, trashy lights to cause temporary insanity! Yes, folks! It is Christmas time and Happy New Year again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, how has the year come and nearly gone! so fast... so fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to try and close another wasted chapter in my life? Ok, maybe not TOO wasted...after all, I am NOW A PUBLISHED AUTHOR ( YAY YAY YAY YAY!) and intend to carry on writing till I am either six feet under or made to stop! heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, no harm in wanting...wishing and hoping for better things...job that pays comfortably well, the ability to travel and to meet my net friends.. :-d and to be able to afford certain needed luxuries in life - ie: foot massages, etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we gotta head in 2008 with a bang, a smile and a whole lotta believes! 'coz this year has been wrecked with terrible tragedies - child murders (which WILL REMAIN UNSOLVED till the cows come home!), elections, protests, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's looking at you, 2007! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's an orgy when you want one? sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-9113726343038120241?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/9113726343038120241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=9113726343038120241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9113726343038120241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9113726343038120241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-oh-how-year-has-come-and-gone.html' title='re: oh how the year has come and gone!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-7549064185771612446</id><published>2007-11-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:13:34.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: just for fun!</title><content type='html'>Make this your mantra, fellow readers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheers are supposed to be simple, make people feel good. Cheers make girls do stupid cartwheels. Orgasms make people feel good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-7549064185771612446?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7549064185771612446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=7549064185771612446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7549064185771612446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7549064185771612446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-just-for-fun.html' title='re: just for fun!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-5599594592848167937</id><published>2007-10-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:31:53.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: OMG</title><content type='html'>Recently, was introduced to the evils and madness of a cartoon called DRAWN TOGETHER. Supposedly a reality-based cartoon..it is evil beyond a reasonable doubt. which is why i love it! here is a sample: http://youtube.com/watch?v=VO1aiEPXDaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-5599594592848167937?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5599594592848167937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=5599594592848167937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5599594592848167937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5599594592848167937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/10/re-omg.html' title='re: OMG'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6553738590294067069</id><published>2007-10-19T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:22:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: The things people say..AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>oh ha ha ha! :-d &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This incident happened last week on the air: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Yusof, a DJ on Radio 4 asked listeners on her radio program to call to answer trivia questions. The first caller to give the correct answer would get a prize from the sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked: 'Can anyone out there tell me the household name of Sodium Chloride'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caller who is a housewife called up eager to answer the question. Not knowing the answer to the question, she asked Yasmin for a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Something you put on your husbands eggs in the morning.' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lady confidently said: 'Talcum powder'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Yusof did not return to the air until after a few songs!&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/1351685128603588697-6553738590294067069?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6553738590294067069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6553738590294067069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6553738590294067069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6553738590294067069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/10/re-things-people-sayagain.html' title='re: The things people say..AGAIN!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1271102437367652784</id><published>2007-10-18T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:29:35.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: the proof is in the jeans!</title><content type='html'>Read a  recent article in The Star in which the writer is discussing about how siblings whom are gay all posses an extra gene in their DNA that really makes them gay. Finally! &lt;br /&gt;Though this open up questions and debates on whether or not, being gay NOW can be cured with just a simple injection! oh heaven forbid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, we have proof that what really matters are in our genes (not Levis) mind you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1271102437367652784?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1271102437367652784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1271102437367652784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1271102437367652784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1271102437367652784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/10/re-proof-is-in-jeans.html' title='re: the proof is in the jeans!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6727167629467546154</id><published>2007-10-03T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:33:09.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...they r just so cuuuuute!</title><content type='html'>http://www.alvinandthechipmunksmovie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo adorable...so huggable..so eatbale! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6727167629467546154?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6727167629467546154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6727167629467546154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6727167629467546154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6727167629467546154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/10/re-awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwthey-r.html' title='re: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...they r just so cuuuuute!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6988249933212149573</id><published>2007-09-27T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:29:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touche</title><content type='html'>A classic case of bullying. ahahaha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TR1RrGTV4cA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6988249933212149573?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6988249933212149573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6988249933212149573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6988249933212149573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6988249933212149573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/touche.html' title='Touche'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2077334685038629960</id><published>2007-09-24T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:44:43.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Sucks To Be Me</title><content type='html'>I know the way my life has turned out is entirely my doing..or rather, my wrong-doing! If I hadn't fucked up my University education, I would have been able to secure a better paying job than I am in right now! As it is, I had to take a pay-cut, just to continue being employed. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with having to pay some bills and then, using what is left for daily expenses and other minor luxuries...it really, really sucks just to attempt to save some money to even consider doing something year-end or next! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, even being a pauper sucks because you still have to make ends meet and get by till next payday. aaaargh!! I so do hope my book sells well to at least get me some profit... not much, I know but it helps! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell..so much for attempting to go into investments to save for my bloody retirement, which by the way, one needs at least..a bare minimum of over a million ringgit in order to live comfortably till dead! wtf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2077334685038629960?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2077334685038629960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2077334685038629960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2077334685038629960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2077334685038629960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-sucks-to-be-me.html' title='IT Sucks To Be Me'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3288275016451686928</id><published>2007-09-19T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:30:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: for days when you just have to laugh it ott!</title><content type='html'>I'll never forget it you know, my girlfriend Clementine likes to keep me abreast of all the dirtiest jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she calls me up, "Soph, What do you get when you cross a donkey with an onion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I don't know what do you get when you cross a donkey with an onion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well normally you get an onion with very long ears...but sometimes, when the stars are right. You get a piece of ass so good it makes you want to cry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3288275016451686928?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3288275016451686928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3288275016451686928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3288275016451686928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3288275016451686928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-for-days-when-you-just-have-to-laugh.html' title='re: for days when you just have to laugh it ott!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-5557129271021634126</id><published>2007-09-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:50:38.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: EPF what?</title><content type='html'>what is the idiot who suggested EPF and SOSCO? i mean, i rather have my full pay to use for my personal pleasure and goals! hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we have the irregularities sprouting out of every "corrupt" pockets of the ministries! ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sheer madness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-5557129271021634126?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5557129271021634126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=5557129271021634126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5557129271021634126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5557129271021634126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-epf-what.html' title='re: EPF what?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-900225953252500465</id><published>2007-09-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:20:04.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: a nice rump for me please!</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, while walking to the LRT station to catch a cab, I saw a sexy, leaned and toned man walk towards the waiting area too. Didn't really pay much attention to him - because they don't pay attention to me - ahem! until I saw his sexy, bubble butt. damn! his bubble butt was so fine even his underwear was threatening to burst out! sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to me, what turns me on in a guy is his sexy bubble butt, he's gotta have one that is well-shaped and succulent enough for me to sink my teeth and tongue and other naughty bits into. tee-hee! Call me a perv' but heck, that's what turns me on firstly! Secondly of course..is personality (blah, blah, blah!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea.. nice butt.. me like... am I being shallow then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttman signing out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-900225953252500465?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/900225953252500465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=900225953252500465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/900225953252500465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/900225953252500465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-nice-rump-for-me-please.html' title='re: a nice rump for me please!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1542238820887781332</id><published>2007-09-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:19:03.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: breaking the bank</title><content type='html'>oh woe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got my first pay direct deposited into my Maybank account and have now come to realization that the pay-cut I took in order to take my new job will indeed set me back steeply! In a nutshell, it is fair (not!) considering that it is a junior position and the agency could only budgeted a low salary. Still, the boss did promise me an increment, given my time spent there and performance! uh-huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the bloody EPF and SOSCO deductions, it still is a lot plus I got bills to settle.. though not much, it still is a killer for me! and here, I wanted to save some money for a vacation at the end of the year or middle of next. Groan! One thing's for sure, I better see an increment in two years time with this current agency...if boss refuses.. sorry, I gotta find some place that can pay me decent enough to make a living, survive and save! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1542238820887781332?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1542238820887781332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1542238820887781332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1542238820887781332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1542238820887781332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-breaking-bank.html' title='re: breaking the bank'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-12347337088783771</id><published>2007-08-27T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:36:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: A reminder on how we so need to spend time for ourselves</title><content type='html'>http://youtube.com/watch?v=zF5gcEQVxL4&amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very important reminder now that we are all so smacked with work and relationships and just rushing here and there doing things. Stop a while, dear friends, and remember to take some time to do the things that you want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-12347337088783771?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/12347337088783771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=12347337088783771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/12347337088783771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/12347337088783771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-reminder-on-how-we-so-need-to-spend.html' title='re: A reminder on how we so need to spend time for ourselves'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-7167174636183212490</id><published>2007-08-27T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:39:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: We are just toooo precious!</title><content type='html'>further proof how precious gay men and women are to good old America! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/video/gays_too_precious_to_risk_in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-7167174636183212490?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7167174636183212490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=7167174636183212490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7167174636183212490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7167174636183212490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-we-are-just-toooo-precious.html' title='re: We are just toooo precious!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-9119274708283833658</id><published>2007-08-24T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:54:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Things to celebrate about</title><content type='html'>As many sheep...ehrm... citizens of Malaysia giddily and perhaps blindly prepare for our beloved country's 50th independence day, let moi count the things we can be grateful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Holier than thou fanatics that moan and groan everytime they think something is insulting to Islam/seditious to Islam or might actually turn them on more so! Think Gwen Steffani, think the Negaraku-rap song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Corrupt politicians who take tax-payers money and squander it on hideous and trashy street decorations and expect the general public to buy into it! Worse when, they take their families on so-called "education" tours. baloney! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TV Series that come three years behind. Some with poorly censored editing! Blah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Over-consumerism - the rich and greedy flooding everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Religious madness - over the top madness whereby people who truly believe that what they are preaching is the right one and nothing else matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. fatty rich foods that you know are horrible for your heart, blood, cholestrol &amp; waist-line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting paid peanuts when you bursting your back and what's left of your brain-cells trying to deal with both your boss's and clients drivel and insane, stupid ideas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Being able to afford a lifestyle that does not leave you penniless or near that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding clothes that fit me. And shoes too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Living a contended life minus people's protests and blind judgements! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else care to add on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-9119274708283833658?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/9119274708283833658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=9119274708283833658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9119274708283833658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9119274708283833658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-things-to-celebrate-about.html' title='re: Things to celebrate about'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6183488276407784069</id><published>2007-08-23T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:59:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: how me horny, cheeky self feels sometimes!</title><content type='html'>http://youtube.com/watch?v=X_U2yG3uZp0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh... 'nuff said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6183488276407784069?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6183488276407784069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6183488276407784069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6183488276407784069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6183488276407784069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-how-me-horny-cheeky-self-feels.html' title='re: how me horny, cheeky self feels sometimes!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4837991517675235335</id><published>2007-08-18T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:54:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the drama!</title><content type='html'>So much drama these days..even for a little-underdeveloped country like Malaysia. why, the big boys sitting prettily in their glided potties must be having numerous fits right about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we have a gay pastor, from Malaysia, by way of Boston, whom wishes to start a gay church in Malaysia in 2010. Goodness me! Imagine the horror that sensible "Christian" people had to go through - I had one colleague call him the "false prophet"...really? and what does that mean then? I suspect that if they, these so called "Christians" even bothered to read the Holy Bible properly, they would truly see that Jesus does not discriminate, no? and for heaven's sake! who the hell cares about this idiot place called Sodom and Garmorrah anyways? wow! if every single biblical disaster is blamed on gays...imagine how "powerful" we'd become then, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, read a retort in the Editor's column regarding the gay priest's efforts. Apparently, the writer went as far as saying that this man's warped sense of freedom  should be stifled and throughly not allowed in this Non-Western country since we are good Asian people are should not ape the West, so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Ten Commandments again, people! Where does it say..Thou shalt past judgement on gays and lesbian people? where? do pray tell? There is no compassion in these people who think it is their holy right to pass blind judgement on others just because of the color of their skin or sexual orientation! so, who then has a warped sense of freedom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, the poor chap and the whole-ho-ha regarding the Negaraku song! what the hell? what happened to freedom of speech? So, sad that he is not muslim (I suppose he would have been off the hook then, IF HE WERE OF ROYALTY OR A SON OF SOME MINISTER OR POLICE MAN?) so much for promoting an intelligent society where people have a right to think for themselves and not be governed or "taught" by an even ignorant and backwards big-wigs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I recently went to the EPF Office as I had needed to fill in my SOSCO number and IRD File number. Turns out, my IRD File number is actually...duh... my tax-return file number which i should have gotten sometime ago..as is my SOSCO number. Apparently, you get both numbers IF you file your taxes! which, i have not since i hardly make enough to justify being taxed and why should I want to give my money to a greedy, egotistical government whom would probably waste it on some stupid project and then abandon it halfway through! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got the number to call the SOSCO office in KL... called in the morning.. no answer...called in the afternoon, still no answer.. call third..and fourth time... and came to sad conclusion that the lazy twits there are either  too busy having their MID-BREAKFAST TEA, MID-AFTERNOON TEA, LUNCH, TEA, SNACK, DINNER...AND Supper to care enough to pick up a phone! Perhaps they should apply their imagination a bit and imagined that the phone is in fact...a curry puff and then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, started me new job.. very laid-back agency, which apparently is odd, considering that it has very few MAJOR accounts, yet is thankfully able to keep afloat. uh-huh! No eye candy here worth mentioning...least I see so far! overall, relaxed environment and no dramas unlike my previous agency, where I had to deal with PMSing women. They looked like they needed more than tampons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the weekend is here and I need to forget that I live in a stupid, fucked up country! Am dissapointed by the "silent" and negative reaction of some of the gay community here. Read a retort in a local gay website and one chap - very much Ah Beng (low-class Chinese guy) was making hysterical remarks about the gay pastor and he sounded like such a moron...This is why I am so not caring or feeling much for my gay fellowman in this country. Wish I could have gone for his sermon...would have love to at least shake his hand of hug him... pity, there is no way to get a huge PRIDE Flag and just wave it proudly around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4837991517675235335?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4837991517675235335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4837991517675235335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4837991517675235335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4837991517675235335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-drama.html' title='Oh the drama!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2699008832113446896</id><published>2007-08-06T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:10:35.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Placement in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Congratulations! on your new job - wheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;gary&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2699008832113446896?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2699008832113446896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2699008832113446896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2699008832113446896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2699008832113446896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/08/job-placement-in-world.html' title='Job Placement in the World'/><author><name>Aikuchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03398179799248506176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v163/Aikuchi/self_bora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4461926992362079608</id><published>2007-07-30T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:03:19.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: A "goblok" way of saying things</title><content type='html'>In today's The STAR, the Information Minister, whatsisname, has come out to call bloggers "golok"  - an Indonesian word to mean "stupid". He says that it is because most bloggers perpetuate a westernized way of thinking and envisioned democratic freedom. uh..DUH! Hello, why should any of us sane people subscribe to a hallow, backwards, narrow-minded mentality where solid criticism can not even be accepted? And where, the mere pursue of justice and freedom, not only equaling to that, but acceptance, is almost always ignored? Or a lame excuse of..."IT IS NOT OUR CULTURE, IT IS A WESTERNER'S WAY, WE DO NOT PRACTICE IT HERE." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, do you not practice freedom and democracy then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because the whole hoopla did not involve in him pocketing several million ringgits of spare pocket change to sponsor a Independence Day Celebration like most state minsters are getting. money well "spent", don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4461926992362079608?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4461926992362079608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4461926992362079608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4461926992362079608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4461926992362079608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-golok-way-of-saying-things.html' title='re: A &quot;goblok&quot; way of saying things'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2501965007257694695</id><published>2007-07-20T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:10:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it Friday the 13th?</title><content type='html'>So, I came back from lunch with my colleagues, only to discover that my laptop has been requisitioned by the boss. Now, any normal person would take that as a terrible sign - either  they r "checking" on the laptop seeing if you really had downloaded anything illegal or naughty or just want to check if the laptop's internet server has a proper firewall. alas.. this was not meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got called in and essentially boss explained that the standard of my work is not up to the company's standard (Re: just follow what I say or else/must be written in hard sell style!). oh what the fuck do they want or expect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.. am once again jobless... have to look again and bear the brunt of my parental untis disgust! ahahaha! I bet ya, me dad will probably blame the clothes I wear as the deprimental reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend's here... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2501965007257694695?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2501965007257694695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2501965007257694695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2501965007257694695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2501965007257694695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-friday-13th.html' title='is it Friday the 13th?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6466020674840247425</id><published>2007-07-19T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:03:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Is My Favourite Color</title><content type='html'>Hah! In an akward attempt to make up for some... lost father-son bonding thingy..me dad generously offered to take me clothes shopping, which is ironic considering... he hardly does or for some reason feels some kind of self-imposed guilt. That and he more than likely thought that my casual style of dressing to work is deprimental to me NOT BEING able to keep a steady job for the past one year now! Eh... ok..if you think so! So, he thinks I have to wear what? Giorgo Aramani tees to work? Polo shirts to work? Ralph Lauren? And who would be kind enough to give me the budget for it? And so we trotted about ONE U after a nice dim-sum (my first in sooo long) lunch and I took him to WH Beautiful. For those who do not know, WH BEAUTIFUL, is a casual clothing store that is inspired by the laidback lifestyles of ...Hawaii? Heh... the bygone days of summer loving and surfing is very much alive here at WH Beautiful - where everyone is truly beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dad bought ME a short-t shirt and i forced him to buy me a nice, slinky "muscle" t-shirt..very cooling and silky smooth material that was a loving, loud Pink. ahahahahah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, which brings me back to the case in point! Today, I wore the shirt, it is called a "muscle" tee for some reason. and his first comment was .."it's too gaudy!" Second comment was.."no wonder you can't hold a job, you don't care how you dress, so it reflects in your work!" eh...ooookay...whatever!   considering he hardly, seriousl know what kind of work I do...seeing how he still has no inkling of what I truly do. Then mom had to add in her own two cents, but i COUDLN'T hear her as she was drown out by my nephew's warbbling and my dad's chastising. Ahem! Probably something in regards to how I wear pink because it is gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do love it when he calls it gaudy! Oh joy!! if it is, when then is THIS color being made into a tee then? eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just told them.."hello, you ARE NOT wearing it! I am!" Get Over it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, weekend is here.. goodness, so many plans..so many things I want to squeeze it.. the weekends truly are not a day of rest, is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6466020674840247425?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6466020674840247425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6466020674840247425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6466020674840247425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6466020674840247425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/pink-is-my-favourite-color.html' title='Pink Is My Favourite Color'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3883083374665758729</id><published>2007-07-17T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:58:40.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the silly things</title><content type='html'>so, this week, the remaining bosses in my  company has decided to install two security cameras, in order to spot the supposed thieves that may have been stealing art work either at night or during the weekends. Seems we have clients complaining that they have seen smiliar art work from my agency being used for OTHER  materials. oh dear! a spy... nay..a saboteur in our midst! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I suspect that the cams are also used to spy on us to see if we are actually doing real work (re:At this moment, I am typing this with regards to the one cam far back near the pantry and aiming for my desk and one on my faaaar right as well.) I deduced that if  I drag the laptop closer to the edge of the desk  and stick myself and my belly as close to the laptop as possible, it is possible to block out what is on this screen. I thank my nice tall swivel chair! \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how sad that our national football team lost on home turft! tragic that the coaches blamed the players when he should have also accepted responsibilities for not motivating and training his team well enough. so the drama lor when grown men can not run around properly kicing their own balls! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, got a lull in work.. it comes and goes, but this is a sow period, which I am thankful! Hmm, new colleague coming in apparently as the Art Director.. hmm... awfully young to be one but then again, I myself, started slow in the biz. ah well.. plus, i suspect she is a dyke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thus is all for now. till then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3883083374665758729?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3883083374665758729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3883083374665758729' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3883083374665758729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3883083374665758729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-silly-things.html' title='all the silly things'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3903071081902951186</id><published>2007-07-12T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:55:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Wonder</title><content type='html'>A minority of lawyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are &lt;br /&gt;things people actually said in court, word for word  , taken down and &lt;br /&gt;now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm &lt;br /&gt;while these exchanges were actually taking place.&lt;br /&gt;Funny and true!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, I just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: July 18th.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What year?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.  &lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: I forget.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you &lt;br /&gt;forgot? _____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that &lt;br /&gt;morning?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in &lt;br /&gt;voodoo?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We both do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You do?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;  ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his &lt;br /&gt;sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty -year -old, how old is he?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How many were boys?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: None.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: By death.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;notice which I sent to your attorney?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;people?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.   &lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go &lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an &lt;br /&gt;autopsy on him!   ____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best for last:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pulse?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?  &lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you &lt;br /&gt;began the autopsy?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.  &lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and &lt;br /&gt;practicing law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3903071081902951186?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3903071081902951186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3903071081902951186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3903071081902951186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3903071081902951186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-that-make-you-wonder.html' title='Things That Make You Wonder'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6194010663342765479</id><published>2007-07-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:58:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's all, folks!</title><content type='html'>Here I am, trying to lose weight but so far, still look like I am nine months pregnant! does not help that every dinner at my parents home is overloaded with too much food...they seriously cook too much for seven people when we clearly are only 4 people or less even! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight, scoffed durian and longan  for desert...feel bloated on account of the durians. and for lunch, had two sugary dough-nuts when i shouldn't have. Was bit depressed over issue with beau. *fyi: He apologized when I called him to explain what I was feeling that time (read previous post for more info!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...have to do more exercise now..sigh.. twice a week, may not be enough plus I am not burning as much calories as I should! hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6194010663342765479?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6194010663342765479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6194010663342765479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6194010663342765479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6194010663342765479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats-all-folks.html' title='Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat&apos;s all, folks!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-629611999241328877</id><published>2007-07-11T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:56:53.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Love Can Kill You</title><content type='html'>Sigh, miscommunication with the beau last night. Apparently, I sent him an sms or a couple that were contradictory to what I had planned the night itself. But, the slap was when I tried explaining the whole "mess" to him and he just answered with a cold&lt;br /&gt;"whatever". I am agape! WT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he say something considerably hurtful? Just to end the conversation? After nearly 5 years together - give or take, two near-break-ups and some discussions...I would have expected him to to know my position and how best not to say things like that! Regardless! One simply does not say "whatever" when talking to one partner's because that is akin to saying: "I don't care what YOU say, it is not important to me. Shut up!" Am I corrrect to assume as such or am I just being overtly sensitive and just imagining things? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, he STILL has to learn how to respond to a significant other. I don't know anymore! It is like he is deliberately finding excuses to get me to end the relationship! I know him well enough to know that he won't call it off unless he really, really wants to. If he does, then who suffers? Sure, I'll cry for a week, a month..and then, move on. I am tired of this...I deal with bullshit at work and sometimes at home and being with my beau and friends is my considerably safe island of peace and contendment and now... do I have to worry or contemplate the inevitable, if any? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously too old for this childish bullshit! At this point in time, I'd rather wish I could leave this bloody country and him for a while and just go some place and just... relax.. not worry...and just move... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-629611999241328877?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/629611999241328877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=629611999241328877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/629611999241328877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/629611999241328877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-much-love-can-kill-you.html' title='Too Much Love Can Kill You'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1989677674129188406</id><published>2007-07-06T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:16:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah-humbug!</title><content type='html'>Pay- day came... don't make enough it feels, what with stupid SOSCO and EPF sucking nearly almost a nice chunk of what I EARN. There should be a bloody law where we are ASKED if we want to contribute to EPF and SOSCO, because considering that EPF is run by monkeys and morons, I wouldn't want my hard-earned money go to waste for something like.. oh, say, buy a useless, near-bankrupt bank after its CEO is charged with corruption, CBT  and what-nots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... still, got to budget around for my little luxuries in life. If anything, they keep me sane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another busy weekend! We need more weekends though... longer ones, in fact! like 11inches or more! HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1989677674129188406?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1989677674129188406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1989677674129188406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1989677674129188406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1989677674129188406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah-humbug!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-5984129078578414351</id><published>2007-07-03T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:31:48.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of working in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>1. Never give me work in the morning. Always wait until 4:00 and then bring it to me. The challenge of a deadline is refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If it's really a rush job, run in and interrupt me every 10 minutes to inquire about how it's going. That helps. Even better, hover behind me and advise me at every keystroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Always leave without telling anyone where you're going. It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks where you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you give me more than one job to do, don't tell me which is priority. I'm psychic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your best to keep me late. I adore this office and really have nowhere to go or anything to do. I have no life beyond work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret. If that gets out, it could mean a promotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you don't like my work, tell everyone. I like my name to be popular in conversations. I was born to be whipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have special instructions for a job, don't write them down. In fact, save them until the job is almost done. No use confusing me with useful information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never introduce me to the people you're with. I have no right to know anything. In the corporate food chain, I am plankton. When you refer to them later, my shrewd deductions will identify them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be nice to me only when the job I'm doing for you could really change your life and send you straight to manager's hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tell me all your little problems. No one else has any and it's nice to know someone is less fortunate. I especially like the story about having to pay so many taxes on the bonus check you received for being such a good manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Wait until my yearly review and then tell me what my goals should have been. Give me a mediocre performance rating with a cost of living increase. I'm not here for the money anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-5984129078578414351?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5984129078578414351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=5984129078578414351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5984129078578414351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5984129078578414351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/joys-of-working-in-malaysia.html' title='The joys of working in Malaysia'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-7113618215084615684</id><published>2007-07-03T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:20:35.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The'/><title type='text'>Oink, Oink, Oink</title><content type='html'>These days, I find that my digestive powess isn't as strong as it once were. Although this can come as a blessing, it took can come as a curse! Some days, I can pig out and some days, I find myself just trying to digest what I still had a day or two back.  (Note: Bananas, yoghurt and other fiber-rich foods helps!). It's very well age is creeping up to me. Still, this can slowly helping me lost some weight which has been stable with not much lost yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I go to the gym once to twice a week (Could be more but I am still not motivated enough to do so!), the stomach is still a bouncing baby of 9 months or more! (Fat people and pregnant people should know what I mean!). So, here's hoping that I will eventually work at weight reduction as it is healthier for me. Plus, I at least can get to wear some nice clothes that do not cost a bomb! Hell, even if the pants fit, my broad shouulders don't allow room to mover around it! Clothes here are so sizeist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy yet again to receive my first book... hope it does well, knowing how "supportive" the local english literature scene is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-7113618215084615684?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7113618215084615684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=7113618215084615684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7113618215084615684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/7113618215084615684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/07/oink-oink-oink.html' title='Oink, Oink, Oink'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6155925016247000176</id><published>2007-06-29T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:10:47.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!</title><content type='html'>For heaven's sakes! ( And I rarely say this since I am an aethist!)...this is sheer frustration. One light thing erupted into  sheer madness... can I commit justifiable homicide? Little madness at work and all I am thankful is that is it the start of the weekend! I so need a bloody magharita or something mixed!! damn! where is the nearest bloody bar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Bloody freaking me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6155925016247000176?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6155925016247000176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6155925016247000176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6155925016247000176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6155925016247000176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6426764999582939389</id><published>2007-06-28T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:27:37.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Gay Detective!</title><content type='html'>Heh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a one-hour movie called Donald Strachey Mystery, a series about gay detective, Donald Strachey! Interesting movie, kind of starts and plods on a slow, unassuming pace.. but sweet and positive in a sense this episode deals with the whole issues of reparative therapy. FYI: Reparative therapy is counselling whereby "confused" gay men and women go through so that they can "transformed" into straight men and women. Why? Do they feel like thay have been rejected so many times that they believe the love from an opposite side can help them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scene had one of the counselors (reformed homo, now married with two children), suddenly making a very, very desperate pass at Donald. hmmm, you can lie about yourself but you sure can not hide your feelings! tee hee hee! Near the end, Donald posed the question to his husband: "Have you ever wondered what your life would have been if you weren't...gay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it have been? I have no idea myself. Honestly, I have tried to romanced a girl back in high-school, but.. soon, feelings started to get stronger towards the male gender. go figure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never assume! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, sure wished i could find the dvds for it. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6426764999582939389?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6426764999582939389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6426764999582939389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6426764999582939389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6426764999582939389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-detective.html' title='the Gay Detective!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3255355680114411728</id><published>2007-06-28T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:21:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Joy, oh joy!</title><content type='html'>Heh, my Book has finally arrived! I am now an author...abeit, not a popular one, but the satisfaction and feeling of having a book published is a thrilling experience. Granted, I may not MAKE money out of it due to the stale local english literature market - books are so bloody expensive ..the foreign ones, yet people buy them because they think it is so much worth it. Heck, even I do not blame them! I mean, how often can I say I really liked local english literature? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last local english book I read was and still is Peculiar Chris: from Singapore about a gay asian man trying to live his life as best as he possibly can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, this is a wonderful start, nonetheless...i am an Author! tee-hee-hee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3255355680114411728?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3255355680114411728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3255355680114411728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3255355680114411728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3255355680114411728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-joy-oh-joy.html' title='Oh Joy, oh joy!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1664472431715265914</id><published>2007-06-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:23:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped!</title><content type='html'>The other day, like any other day, I took a cab home from work. Now, I like to point out that it had just stopped raining and thus, traffic would not doubt be heavy and wet all over PJ. So, I hailed a cab - he had the gall to ask for RM25.I slammed the door in his face..the second cab asked for rm20..and since I was in a rush, decided why not. And when I got in, the asshole had the gall to turn on the meter. I pointed it out to him, saying why turn on meter when you are overcharing me? He claimed it is because he does not want to get caught by MPPJ should they be patrolling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! You think our loyal civil servants would even be bothered to come out on a rainy night like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get home and paid the fare (Note: actual fare: RM10.50) I nearly gagged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi: most times, if the taxi is kind enough to go by meter, it is rm10 no more.. no less. Some assholes had the balls to over-charge and say that it is because they have to make rent. well, make it honestly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1664472431715265914?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1664472431715265914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1664472431715265914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1664472431715265914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1664472431715265914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/ripped.html' title='Ripped!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6025143940239912887</id><published>2007-06-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:04:40.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gay Pride</title><content type='html'>This month is Gay Pride Month across the world - heck, even Russia and Jerrusalam is celebrating it, though the celebrants have been made with hostility from the skin-heads and the ultra-religious Orthodox groups - seriously! don't these people have anything better to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, that REAL men do not have to proof anything and by acting out your own homophobia, you are only acting your own internal desires on men! so, who is hiding now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings me to case in point, with so much Pride in the world, what then we are doing in this country? Half of us chose to hide in the closet, pretending to be straight or out of love with the vaginas out there! we lie to ourselves and to our parents and busybody relatives about marriage; we get pressured into a loveless and sexless marriage, or we just pretend to be horribly straight that we can not be SEEN in public... only behind close doors! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where is the Pride then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6025143940239912887?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6025143940239912887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6025143940239912887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6025143940239912887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6025143940239912887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-gay-pride.html' title='Happy Gay Pride'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-1101570806365857187</id><published>2007-06-26T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:57:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: it's so GAY!</title><content type='html'>Just watched a delightful TV movie comedy called WEDDING WARS starring John Stamos - he of Full House fame, play a gay wedding planner for his brother, played by Eric Dane of X-MEN 3 fame (He was Jamie Madroxx: Multiple Man!) and a very cute Sean Maher-he of dreamy eyes and luscious body and of FIREFLY and Serenity fame! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie deals with the on-going saga about how gays and lesbians have been constantly being denied the right to get married even when they are not really destroying the fabric of marriage - OH please, we leave the messy divorces to the heteros anyways! John Stamos's character, Shel, decides to help his brother, Ben (Eric Dane) to plan his wedding to the Maggie, the governor's daughter. When Shel discovers that the governor has voted in favor against gay marriages, Shel decides to go on strike. and the fun begins. Gays and lesbians all over America go on strike... gaasp... no more wedding planners, no more florists, no more fancy French restaurants! ahahahaha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie pokes fun on what is a delicate subject and is still a debate among people around the world, espicially in America, where you get the holier-than-thou idiots thumping the Bible and saying that gays and lesbians are immoral and destroy the sanctity of marriage. uh-huh! I was touched by it since, the whole issue is somewhat sensitive and yet entertained by it, as the movie make it out to be nothing more than a big ho-ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, nobody won...Shel did not get the governor to change his mind, but he found acceptance in his own way - from his brother, from his parents and from his phobic-boyfriend, Ted (Sean Maher). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also gave me hope that no matter what our sexual orientation is or whom we choose to be with, love is equal and no one should tell us otherwise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, why are there so many straight actors playing gay? I know, I know.. it is better to support them since they need a job and plus, it shows that they are supportive of their gay fans, etc. But, makes me wonder...how much homophobia Hollywood is spewing and yet, have such openess in some areas of television. Hmmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-1101570806365857187?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1101570806365857187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=1101570806365857187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1101570806365857187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/1101570806365857187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-its-so-gay.html' title='re: it&apos;s so GAY!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4814559901417731456</id><published>2007-06-22T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:51:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Zzzzzz's</title><content type='html'>Waiting for day to end...boredom can also make one lethargic..lazy..brain-dead! Attempt to practise the nont so subtle art of sleeping without getting caught. Not working! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching..Zzzzzzzz's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to La-la Land. Heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4814559901417731456?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4814559901417731456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4814559901417731456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4814559901417731456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4814559901417731456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-zzzzzzs.html' title='re: Zzzzzz&apos;s'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6177311414114113744</id><published>2007-06-22T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:28:27.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ubang'/><title type='text'>re: Too much of a good thing is bad</title><content type='html'>There's really way to many cars chugging along the road today!  I tried to cross the road to get to the othere side but cars were qhizzing wildy by - NONSTOP! It was madness... and then, once I hopped into a cab, the trip through Kelana Jaya up towards Subang were choked full of cars. It was a literal snails pace just to get past a silly bottle-neck way pass the Kelana Jaya Secondary School. Ick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about Friday that brings out more cars? Is it the mad rush to 'balik kampung'? Or just people suddenly deciding to come to office late? Ick!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear me, though I don't drive nor owe my own car...i wish drivers would care more of one another. Leave the kiasuism out the roads, please! If you are pressed for time, then make sure you leave early the next time. What these drivers needs is a car with a loud, obnoxious horn to blare them awake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...TGIF... TGIF...TGIF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6177311414114113744?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6177311414114113744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6177311414114113744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6177311414114113744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6177311414114113744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-too-much-of-good-thing-is-bad.html' title='re: Too much of a good thing is bad'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2447322144053466642</id><published>2007-06-21T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:11:43.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: one blind bugger</title><content type='html'>oh damn, this is shitty...how can we be expected to check copy for words that are smaller than a dot? no wonder anyone can go blind just by staring at it and then...rush to finish things can be a mess. Also pissed than the copy that I checked the night before was not corrected by the designer nor briefed by the Accounts Executive in charge. Her reason: Well, they also wanted to go back lah..So double the work today..and worse, had two other people checking it again...making the whole process a bloody mess because things are flying left, right and center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..thank god, the weekend is near! MTF! Need a stiff drink...alcoholic beverage...someone give me a magharita! oh lord... (mind you, I am an aethist by nature..and the only time I am "religious" is when I have orgasm!) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2447322144053466642?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2447322144053466642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2447322144053466642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2447322144053466642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2447322144053466642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-one-blind-bugger.html' title='re: one blind bugger'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8031765385509977922</id><published>2007-06-20T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:43:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: floundering</title><content type='html'>Day's almost coming to an end...floundering around..doing next to nothing. Well, at least I get paid to do nothing but damn, i do wish I earned my money the "honest" way. Oh well, their dime, not mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rest of the week goes well enough. Sigh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... FF 2 this weekend, perhaps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8031765385509977922?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8031765385509977922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8031765385509977922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8031765385509977922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8031765385509977922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-floundering.html' title='re: floundering'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6626289296812935838</id><published>2007-06-20T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:01:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Are handphones more of an accesory these days or more of a headache?</title><content type='html'>10 Commandments of Cell Phone Etiquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt not set thy ringer to play La Cucaracha every time thy phone rings." Some of the default ringtones, especially the polyphonic ones, are actually even worse.&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt not wear more than two wireless devices on thy belt." You know if you're guilty right now.&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt not speak louder on thy cell phone than thou would on any other phone." Man, this is an aggravating one. Why do people hold the phone in front of them and yell into it instead of talking normally? To avoid the tumors?&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt not slam thy cell phone down on a restaurant table just in case it rings." Ok, I'm guilty here. I just can't stand having a phone in my pocket for any longer than necessary. Try it with a brick like the Sprint PPC-6700 and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might expect, there are six more commandments, but I won't spoil the fun. Enjoy your weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would attempt to have a conversation with the rude person chatting so loudly in the cinema! Worse are those who speak louder than they should. It's a handphone, people! Not a loudspeaker! aiyayaya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, you just want to grab the handphones of these morons and simply beat the shit out of them, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6626289296812935838?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6626289296812935838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6626289296812935838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6626289296812935838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6626289296812935838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-are-handphones-more-of-accesory.html' title='re: Are handphones more of an accesory these days or more of a headache?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8570123148560419155</id><published>2007-06-19T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:42:48.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some'/><title type='text'>re: brain farting days are here again!</title><content type='html'>Days like this, you just sit in front of your  comp, stare blankly at your colleagues and then at the comp and hope that the time does filter quickly by. Sometimes, that works.. but don't hold your breathe! Plus it was one of those she-said, he-said days where we had a mini crisis with a client for the agency I work for treathening to take their business somewhere because they claimed the work was slow in coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehrm, hello! Do they not know that the agency does have OTHER jobs and that the designers are in the end, just plain humans and not some 24-hour churning robots that can spit out nonsensical crap every hour to the hour. And then, it became an internal issue with the accounts exec getting his ass butt-whiped to the designers and moi not checking the work properly. Bottom line - it all boils to us not communication enough and assuming that the other has the other's butt covered. Sigh... and they did say advertising people do develop a thick skin eventually. Still, it is frustrating nonetheless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what else can be done but to continue working and hoping for less brain farts then.. heh... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8570123148560419155?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8570123148560419155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8570123148560419155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8570123148560419155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8570123148560419155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-brain-farting-days-and-here-again.html' title='re: brain farting days are here again!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3242323680149843928</id><published>2007-06-18T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:49:07.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: oh yawn ...</title><content type='html'>Rather slow day today.. have had nothing to do. Then again, is part of being a copywriter.. somedays, you can swamped, some days, you can shake legs and try hard not to fall blissfully asleep. damn... had to chug chocolate milk and ate a huge, yummy, curry puff... haven't had curry puffs in ages... then again, I try not to eat too much greasy and fatterning stuff.. just chocolates - though isn't tsn't that bad for you still? :-d &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two more weeks till pay-day, Heh...hope would be able to save enough this time..hehehehehe,... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3242323680149843928?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3242323680149843928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3242323680149843928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3242323680149843928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3242323680149843928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-oh-yawn.html' title='re: oh yawn ...'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-6151036617255042627</id><published>2007-06-12T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:48:22.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: And it all boils down to this</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's Gay Pride Month  - time to celebrate diversity, being free and being open about oneself! At least in any other countries except Malaysia! sad.. that many gay men and women chose to hide in the closet due to social and family pressures and fear of being stigmatized from work and other opportunities. Tragic when someone pretends to be someone or something he or she is not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we live in an age of hypocrites and liars - how else can mankind survive the changes of the time without so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article online, from fridae.com and the writer talked about how many of us gays and lesbians may not have a "legacy" of sorts to leave behind for those who do honestly cherish us and would want to remember us by. Now, some of us can go ahead and marry - out of pressure or biologically, then become surrogate parrents of God-parents to some kids. But most of us view child-rearing as akin to being forced to watch 8 hours of stupid programming from TV1 and TV2!! And well, few gay men have an instant liking to children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, children are nice to see, nice to hold, but once they cry, it's not mine to behold. And idiotic and ignorant people with too much free time on their hands can get into your face and ask why you are not married or why you don't want to have children. Hello! It's a personal choice! Not YOUR sperm or ovaries to use! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want children so badly, don't bother someone about it, go MAKE YOUR OWN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things? Parents making noise... saying i don't give money to them... about rm1000. WOOOOH! guess my more financially-able brother and sister are setting the bar and my parents are getting greeeeeedy! So, i can buy their love and respect with money. Hmmm...SO DOES this means, that my parents are hustling themselves to the highest biders? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy favours or love from anyone. Not unless it is for sex and that doesn't last that long a headache! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... need to move out...need peace of mind.. need more romance time with Brian. sigh... heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end, I found a rather irritating mini boil between my butt cheeks. Egads! how did it get there? Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Happy Gay Pride To All your lovely faeries, dykes, trans and horrible drag queens! May LOVE carry us through the sea of adversities to go beyond better dreams and hopes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-6151036617255042627?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6151036617255042627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=6151036617255042627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6151036617255042627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/6151036617255042627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-and-it-all-boils-down-to-this.html' title='re: And it all boils down to this'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2775619226882439298</id><published>2007-06-07T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:05:09.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the drama!!</title><content type='html'>Bit of drama at work... politics is still bubbling regardless of whether or not people deny it or not! Manage to try and not sound offended since it involved me (And of my SECOND day at work too. mind you!) For a small agency, drama can still brew, espicially if it it is causes by one person - who is gila with power and influences boss's mind. i weathered that..let her try something else then and see how much i can breathe down her back if she tries again. tee hee hee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's coming to the end of the week.. sigh..the weekends are by far..too few to even call for.. holidays are always welcomed! We need another major, former politician or one of them useless Kings in this country to kick the bucket. Then, we can have a "day of mourning". Yes, let me "mourn' for your death while catching 20 Z's ...thanks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to see what my designers need. tehehehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2775619226882439298?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2775619226882439298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2775619226882439298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2775619226882439298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2775619226882439298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-drama.html' title='Oh the drama!!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-5684449179477686343</id><published>2007-06-02T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:26:12.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/magic/images/whatcolor_banner.jpg" alt="Magic the Gathering: What Color Are You?" /&gt;                  &lt;table id="tblQuiz" style="padding: 0px; height: 320px; display: none;"&gt;             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                     &lt;table&gt;                         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;span id="spnNumber"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="spnTotal"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td colspan="2" id="tdQuestion" style="padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A reality show wants to fund the building of your dream house.� Do you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;input value="U" name="answer" id="Radio1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td id="tdField1"&gt;Provide the engineering blueprints for the hovering mastermind�s tower you�ve worked on for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;input value="W" name="answer" id="Radio2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td id="tdField2"&gt;Honor your community by offering to help the show build an orphanage instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;input value="R" name="answer" id="Radio3" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td id="tdField3"&gt;Build a mountaintop coliseum and rename yourself Warlord of the Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;input value="G" name="answer" id="Radio4" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td id="tdField4"&gt;Demand that your house be grown organically from the native plants of your neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;input value="B" name="answer" id="Radio5" type="radio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td id="tdField5"&gt;Create a subterranean stronghold from which to build your power base, then confiscate all the footage of its construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td colspan="2" style="height: 20px;"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;button onclick="submitForm(); return false;"&gt;Next &gt;&gt;&lt;/button&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;table id="tblResult" style="" border="0" width="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                 &lt;td rowspan="2" style="padding-top: 15px;" align="left" valign="top" width="80"&gt;                                                    &lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/magic/images/whatcolor_red.jpg" id="imgIcon" align="left" border="1" /&gt;                 &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td id="tdName" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td id="tdDescription"&gt;You value freedom, impulse, emotion and fire.� You love instant gratification and acting on your gut feeling.� At your best, you are passionate and decisive.� At your worst, you are shortsighted and destructive.� Your symbol is a fireball.� Your enemies are white and blue.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-5684449179477686343?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5684449179477686343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=5684449179477686343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5684449179477686343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5684449179477686343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-of-10-reality-show-wants-to-fund.html' title=''/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-999438256295395680</id><published>2007-06-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:12:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: ack these achings bones!!</title><content type='html'>Ended a day  on my new post.. had a slightly crummy desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chair I used was broken in places imaginable so now back is a bit sore..may hit physical therapy later..got a nice IMAC laptop to use...colleagues are nice...think that they r slowly warming up to me but have to see lor. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the weekend... hmm... yessss...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-999438256295395680?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/999438256295395680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=999438256295395680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/999438256295395680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/999438256295395680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-ack-these-achings-bones.html' title='RE: ack these achings bones!!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-3796760706782455141</id><published>2007-05-28T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:28:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Position</title><content type='html'>How would life have been easier if we had a magic potion that would grant the magic position for us to be in the right place at the right time doing  what is right? no fuss...no worries, no drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, starting a new job this friday...wheeeee!..hopes this works out till at least the end of the year or more! hahah! I know, not that I do not want it to last but sometimes, things hardly work out the way you expect it to be.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-3796760706782455141?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3796760706782455141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=3796760706782455141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3796760706782455141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/3796760706782455141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/05/magic-position.html' title='The Magic Position'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4404209656039815448</id><published>2007-05-07T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:52:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Yakkity-Yak</title><content type='html'>Oh tragedies that define darkest and most horrid times! I have once again managed to skillfully lose another job! This time, it was on account of me not being pro-active enough - eh? Seems that just because I did not appreciate idiots keeping me back so late at night, does not make me less of being pro-active. And plus, I can't go around asking people if they need this and that, which now, looking at it,  they did but they did not bother to tell me. So, they were saving their own skin and letting me fall of the edge, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, poppycock! Wonder what exciting things can happen my way... NOTHING! Sigh.. well, have more motivation to finish manuscript and help my editor friend end her suffering.. tee-hee hee! Watched a movie today - THE MESSENGERS ... started off quite spooky, then go cheesy.. lame ending.. very cliche... and it had so many promises to begin with. Plus, was directed by one of hong kong's top horror film directors. Proof once again, that things do get lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta go... reality's calling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4404209656039815448?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4404209656039815448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4404209656039815448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4404209656039815448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4404209656039815448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/05/re-yakkity-yak.html' title='re: Yakkity-Yak'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2923285226991851241</id><published>2007-04-26T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:08:54.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: The Pecking Order</title><content type='html'>Seeing how I have just lost my job - AGAIN! Damn, my track record is horrendous this year. I seem to have the worse of luck holding one down - is it because I am losing interest in my job scope? feel unchallenged or could it just be the inability to fit in with the crowd? Been told I was not pro-active enough, so the boss had to let me go. Oh, the drama! So back to the drawing board again in another attempt to secure a job - have bills to pay lor..tee hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do away with my stress, I decided to head down to my favorite spa and masseur center. Was not happy with the massage - somehow the masseur was not into it and he did a rotten job! The spa later was ok... nothing much to shout about - well, what do you expect at 3pm on a weekday? Later, I decided to check out another spa called SENSES. new.. lovely place, well designed. Sadly, did not have much fun. Seems that even in a spa, gay men tend to have a pecking order, clucking around like cocks with cocks and choosing. If you think going online in a gay chat room is a pain, try it in real life ...worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got steamed like a char siew pau and made my way back to Subang to be with my man!  :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think I will take it easy this week..rest a bit before scouring the pages of the Recruitment for another moment when I truly believed I am employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2923285226991851241?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2923285226991851241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2923285226991851241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2923285226991851241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2923285226991851241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-pecking-order.html' title='re: The Pecking Order'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4172936024956173979</id><published>2007-04-19T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:25:16.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: snakes and ladders</title><content type='html'>days like this, you wonder if you life is just a silly little board game of snakes and ladders. some days, you feel up and some days you just move the checker along quietly and then, there are days when you feel down. Blame on boredom or inactivity? Haven't a clue how to pinpoint it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovering brilliantly from a sore throat. nearly lose my voice but thanks to good, solid antibiotics, it cleared up within two days. wow! heheheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out and proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4172936024956173979?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4172936024956173979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4172936024956173979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4172936024956173979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4172936024956173979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-snakes-and-ladders.html' title='re: snakes and ladders'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-729208400548430938</id><published>2007-04-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:16:16.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Surviving Angst</title><content type='html'>My brother asked me how does it feel to turn 32? And whether or not,   I had done anything worthy of my 31 years since being born, fed, clothed, educated, screwed, slept and paid live! I simply told him, "I have learned the ability to survive 31 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is it! After 31 years now...I can happily say that I am still alive and kicking and making something out of my so-called life. It isn't the best and I do intend to make it better.. at least, enriching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? I can chalk it down as experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-729208400548430938?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/729208400548430938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=729208400548430938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/729208400548430938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/729208400548430938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-surviving-angst.html' title='re: Surviving Angst'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-5355694546657487499</id><published>2007-03-29T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:53:34.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: A VERY HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>Goodness Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have the years come and gone so fast? I mean, it felt like yesterday I was just turning 20... or something. Then again, most of my birthday celebrations were lackluster to say the least, except for a few exceptional ones, mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This April 11 2007, I, Lim Vin Tsen, will be on the sordid path towards middle age and quite possible senility and what-have-you-nots! If that is the case, I pray I am able to take down as many people along the way as I dare can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I turn..gasp...32 years old!! And now..I shall look back on my so-called life to see..that I have yet to do most of what I had intended to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that sad,sad time when as a kid in high school, we were called up to our teacher's desk and ask the quintessential question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I said something ambitious like Doctor and Lawyer.  Muahahahahahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am neither of theses two so called professions - I posses neither the inclinations for all things scientific, much less anything to do with numbers (Mind you, I can still count to a hundred!) and lack the ambitions to be able to study smart. I suspect it stems from my parents putting labels on me so early in life ( words like: useless, stupid, you must have been abandoned by your real parents) put me into a sad, social stigma that I sometimes feel when around them. Any wonder, why my relationship with my parents are just cordial and never close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a former boss asked me:" Which of my parents am I closer to?" and I looked him in the face and honestly told him: "Neither one." That is the extend of my relationship with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I abandoned my lofty and hoity-toity ambitions in becoming a doctor or a lawyer - though now, i do loooooove the male anatomy and the human male body - ALIVE, OF COURSE and the only Doctor i like is Doctor Who..hehehehehe...and as for Lawyers?  I can argue when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then college came... not much choices there, considering my average scores in SPM - yay! I am an average scorer and not like these bloody overachievers we read about in the newspaper today! Don't theses students have a life besides worrying on how many A's are they getting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided maybe, I could do either Sociology or Journalism - was shattered once again by my materialistic parents whom assumed that both majors do not bring in money! Now looking back, I felt like telling them that... who is earning the money? Me or you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into college...did some twining program...lost my direction for a while, tried and managed to make my way to an American-degree program and finally made my way to American, much to my parents chagrin! (They initially wanted me to study in Australia, where it would have been cheaper for them, and also I would be "watched" by my younger brother, whom at that point in time, I was close to committing justifiable homicide on him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bundled myself to American...spent five years there... had some prominent moments like finally COMING OUT.. admitting that hey, i LIKE GUYS and went for my first gay pride festival...falling in love...falling out of love.. met some wonderful gay friends..whose friendship I would always cherish. But, i did not complete my studies as I ONCE again lost track of where I wanted my life to go. Soon, my parents felt I was fooling about and pulled back most of my funding leaving me nearly peniless. I worked for a while.. until my visa ran out and had to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have been slimmer and sexier ..coulda been a porn star or something ,eh? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, came back.. got into trouble with parents, duh! over college.. life...and for a part, with me being gay (mind you, the gay issue comes up now and then but I will defend myself now!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got into another college..did a diploma and started diving into advertising 'coz if I do not.. i would be still broke and penniless and still have no direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, looking back at my so-called life, I have had my ups and downs, my u-turns, my left and rights... some bitter and some funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am penniless.. but will this new job (knock on wood!),  I can finally be able to save some decent amount of money for ...a place to call my own, a vacation, savings!! Least I can shove that back to my parents face and say... look, I am not a "retard", please stop treating me like I am one half the times! (Or could I be, I am imagining all that, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a very merry Happy Unbirthday To Me! May I live to the best of my abilities and capabilities and may i have the comfort of my friends and sanity to carry on every waking hour! My life ain't fun or glamorous but hey, It's my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-5355694546657487499?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5355694546657487499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=5355694546657487499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5355694546657487499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/5355694546657487499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/re-very-happy-unbrithday-to-me.html' title='re: A VERY HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2537223335449353147</id><published>2007-03-27T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:49:32.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: 0f fat virgins and satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Yea, somehow the title of this post don't quite make sense but then again, does EVERYTHING or ANYTHING in life truly makes sense anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we have a silly war going on in the middle east where people are fighting "blindly" for a cause perpetuated by one aging, idiot of a white man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we still have homophobia being perpetuated by people claiming to be "good" Christians. Hello, did these people ever bother to read  the Bible properly? Hate is not a Christian value and nowhere in the Bible does it says: " Love Thy Neighbor but Hate him or her be they a sodomite and a lesbian"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note, saw a remarkable play: 3 FAT VIRGINS with one of my dearest friend, Gary. Though the diction and pacing needs lots of improvements, the play stresses about acceptance of people  - in general big-fat virgins and how people see u in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also said that first impressions count and while it does, how hard or low do we go in trying to make a good impression? do we stay true to ourselves or paint ourselves black and blue to pretend to be somebody we are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really me writing this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2537223335449353147?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2537223335449353147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2537223335449353147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2537223335449353147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2537223335449353147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/re-0f-fat-virgins-and-satisfaction.html' title='re: 0f fat virgins and satisfaction'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-950725351854550986</id><published>2007-03-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:33:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you look fat in this?</title><content type='html'>Couple of days back, the Djs from one local English radio channel were having a daily discussion on  the topic of weight and whether being overweight or thin or whatever does effect people's views and opinions on you? I feel it does as most people see overweight people or even slightly, as being lazy, greedy people who just like to eat all day and not move a muscle. Of course, being overweight myself, I could protest my indignation at this discrimination, but people's perceptions do not change overnight. Not, when we have the media glorifying the fact that slim and sexy people are the only ONES who get laid, have better jobs, wear better clothes and just about have everything going for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatties like me? Have to bear sarcastic remarks about my weight, insensitive comments (thanks mom and dad!) and let's go with dating attempts and such. Still, there are a group of people out there whom seem to love large people..heh! too much, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, who loses out? We can claim to be open-minded, not act prejudiced against anyone and yet, we practice our own internalized phobia. I admit I am guilty of such myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that makes us humans? Or just...another bunch of scared cells flopping around the earth like bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-950725351854550986?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/950725351854550986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=950725351854550986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/950725351854550986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/950725351854550986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-look-fat-in-this.html' title='Do you look fat in this?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-274759663593169145</id><published>2007-03-20T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:30:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Heart</title><content type='html'>Pretty much a normal, "do this -do that" day for me, although, something has gotten me wondering. Just last night,  I spoken with a friend from online - he lives in Johor. And apparently, his lover of 3 years recently died in hospital. Details were sketchy at best but from what he told me, his boyfriend had trouble breathing and was taken to the hospital by his father (the boyfriend's own father). The sickening thing was, the doctor on duty ignored the boyfriend's request to be checked, thinking that just because the guy is a rather large man, it could be just a case of acid indigestion, heartburn, etc and will clear itself in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, the guy died two hours later - WITHOUT ANY DOCTOR EVER ATTENDING TO HIS NEEDS. Sad to think just how pathetic and lazy some doctors here are that they can just ignore a man's plea for medical check-up, thus causing him to lose his life. There have been cases where doctors, whether they were overworked or just plain cold-hearted, have misdiagnosed someone or just plain ignored the person because they THOUGHT that the person's condition was NOT enough to warrant a check-up! so, where is their hypocritical oath then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, my friend is devastated considering that they both have a long-distance relationship - he in Johor and his bf in Batu Pahat. He was devastated as he wished he were there to at least say good-bye or just have been there to watch over him. And now, he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, now my friend says that he has sworn off relationships because of what happened. He thinks it is his fault his boyfriend died "alone" and has vowed to be a more pious Buddhist to pray for his boyfriend's soul. Hmm... I marveled at his "ultimate" sacrifice, more so, considering he has been badly affected by this long-distance relationship. But, to give up on love because of a warped sense of guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i have friends who are currently moaning about being single. No names, you know who you are. Either they have the worse luck in meeting a potential partner or they just can't seem to connect with someone long enough to maintain a relationship. Either it is just incompatibility or just a lack of self-esteem, I do not know. For now, I can just offer my friends my emotional support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be looks matter? Or material wealth? to qualify to having a relationship? If that is the case, then what does that say about my relationship then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question goes back to the title of today's blog - 'Hungry Heart', which is an old Bruce Springsteen song. How long can one's heart hunger for love before giving up? Or can one's hearty be partially fulfilled and yet silently demand for more in a rush of pure greed or lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hungry do we all get before one of us says, " Enough!" No more!" Or do we greedily hold out for scrapes of a hope or just plain go cold and not feel love anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is LOVE then just another real foul, four-lettered word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have the correct answer for this, for the answer is base on one's experiences and emotional strengths. But for whatever the reasons, I believe that if we have hope, that perhaps our heart will no longer go hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-274759663593169145?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/274759663593169145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=274759663593169145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/274759663593169145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/274759663593169145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/hungry-heart.html' title='Hungry Heart'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2979394132289299106</id><published>2007-03-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:40:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too fat, too sad, too glad?</title><content type='html'>So this is what's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the government is going on bonkers over how fast food is slowly turning half the nation into slobs or blobs of walking fat! is this a mad clamp down on just "western" food or a healthy wake-up call to those of us whom think that fast food do maketh the basic food groups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the case, then why hasn't the government looked into OUR local foods then? i mean, hello! I am sure if the government bothered to look into the whole mess that makes our local food so "enriching", satisfying and fattening, would they feel the same way and start to clamp down on local foods then. i mean, god forbid, we would feel soooo "healthy" eating a plate of nasi lemak with curry rendang or curry chicken with friend sotong and sambal sloughed in between, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's no go there with our local drinks! how many times have we ordered tea ais can ended up drinking at least half a can of condensed milk in just one small glass of the soothing beverage? let's face it, our local foods have just as much calories, salt, sugar and fat content than these fast foods! so, why the mad crush? is this xenophobia working in the underlying cracks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... curiouser and curiouser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiill then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2979394132289299106?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2979394132289299106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2979394132289299106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2979394132289299106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2979394132289299106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-fat-too-sad-too-glad.html' title='too fat, too sad, too glad?'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-8297857692881838536</id><published>2007-03-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:39:37.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money...it's so funny, in a rich's man's home!</title><content type='html'>Can we honestly look each other in the eye and say that each and everyone of us have lead an enriching lives? Not just in terms of financial gains, but also, in terms of having a rewarding education (actually studying something you enjoy or at least tried to enjoy!), had meaningful and/or sexually stimulating relationships and just felt you have had a life so far that you can penned memoirs to boast about in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that for most of us, we just went along and did what was "right" or expected of us. I mean, we honestly could not do the things we truly wanted to due to the what?  - parental pressure, sneers from your peers and relatives or just did not have the courage to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, working is decent..at least am making some decent sum of money but i am not entirely happy with my life. I guess I wished i had made better choices (even tried to stay in the States sans 9-11) and tried to make some semblance of life for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a straight woman whom was gay-friendly offered to marry me for the sake of me helping her lead a gay-asian support group for the university we were studying in one time. should have taken up on that offer, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, after all that has been said and done, after all the 'what-if's' and 'why-not's';  have we actually made any real solutions to rectify our problems or woes? Or are we just contend to wallow in what remains the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, we can get over it and move along. I know I am trying. And though I feel blesses to be in a 5 year relationship now (we have had our ups and downs), it is not really fully satisfying to be honest. Though I do love him in my own way and know he does too! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that brings back to the topic of this blog- MONEY! Yes sir, no matter how you see it.. money does make the world go round. In our materialistic-obsessed country, it is the boon and bane of our existence. The rich want more money and spend what they have like breathing air or peeing (depends on how you see it!), the middle class and lower middle work their ass of and envisioned to be like their rich relatives or friends. Success is not deemed by the success of your copy-work or whether you ad appears in the papers, it is deemed by the size of your car (penis-envy anyone?) and how big your house is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the local newspapers here were talking about how Malaysians today do not save enough for their retirement. EPF is a laugh! And well, with daily expenses rising up like the temperature it is any wonder if we hit poverty before the end of the world does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the report said that we need a minimum of RM 3 million to be able to retire comfortably at 60 years old. WHAT IN GAY HELL?! Do they think every tom, dick and laverne have that kind of money stashed somewhere? It just shows their ignorance of the current economical and income quota of NORMAL wage earners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they did mention that these savings is equivalent to the person earning rm4,000 a month.. yea.. uhmm.. hello! So, to all these experts and fat datuks sitting in their comfortable seats and looking all high and mighty - how's about a donation? I mean, i would personally love to be PAID rm,1000 for every hour a sleep.. ya know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all that's said and done, i guess i just have to go and live my life to be best of my abilities and try not to let my insanity and what else pull me down. Split milk ain't so nice to lap up unless u have a slave hunk dressed in nothing but a leather thong willing to lick it up for u...hehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rantings aside, time to go back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-8297857692881838536?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8297857692881838536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=8297857692881838536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8297857692881838536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/8297857692881838536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/money-money-moneyits-so-funny-in-richs.html' title='Money, Money, Money...it&apos;s so funny, in a rich&apos;s man&apos;s home!'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-4038024195034639584</id><published>2007-03-10T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:09:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: and another week comes and goes</title><content type='html'>made it through another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boss said we needed passion in order to work.. so, no going back ON TIME, OR ONE HOUR LATER. yes, passion means wanting to stay back till the cockcroaches comes out to dance the tango with you! i say... scrreeeew you!! since, i am not getting overtime.. i shall try to go back at a reasonable hour.. much to my other colleagues... "jealousy"? i wouldn't know... they just got used to it and found nothing to complain.... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus have a nagging mini flu-like symptoms - the usual dry irritated throat, some phlegm ... no fever yet..swwwooon.. may see a doctor if want to cure myself quicker. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-4038024195034639584?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4038024195034639584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=4038024195034639584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4038024195034639584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/4038024195034639584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/re-and-another-week-comes-and-goes.html' title='re: and another week comes and goes'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-9048131417599709620</id><published>2007-03-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:33:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: Civil Madness</title><content type='html'>ahahahah! seems a fan...wrote his own version of The Civil WARs.. i hope this is his version and NOT that actual series (that would have been too much!). Good art, no? Anyways, enjoy, have a laugh! I did!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil War #1 - http://mightygoodlooking.livejournal.com/292662.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War #2 - http://mightgoodlooking.livejournal.com/294079.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War #3 - http://mightygoodlooking.livejournal.com/295709.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War # 4 - http://mightygoodlooking.livejournal.com/297610.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War # 5 - http://mightgoodlooking.livejournal.com/281748.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War #6 - http://mightgoodlooking.livejournal.com/291556.html&lt;br /&gt;Civil War # 7 - http://mightgoodlooking.livejournal.com/298916.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-9048131417599709620?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/9048131417599709620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=9048131417599709620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9048131417599709620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/9048131417599709620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/re-civil-madness.html' title='re: Civil Madness'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-984473298010768003</id><published>2007-03-05T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:59:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: ho-hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hello, voguers alike! well, what else is new? had a relaxing weekend..as much relaxing as it can get! i feel that weekends are too short..damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a most relaxing foot message..gotta do that once a month, very good for health and relaxing.. some people can do it twice a week and well, it is cheap but still pricey. then again, good things ain't cheap these days, anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into a brief arguement with my dad.. minor thing which he of course blew out of porportions as usual! ended up leaving the house and not coming home till late. sometimes, something's gotta give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i think is best i prepare to move out - for my sanity's sake! Now, just have to wish up and prepare to save money... can be done, provided i don't go ga-ga over something. which is good sseeing how i have nothing to spend it on anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it so far! wish the weekends were longer though. don't we all? :-d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-984473298010768003?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/984473298010768003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=984473298010768003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/984473298010768003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/984473298010768003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/re-ho-hum.html' title='re: ho-hum'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351685128603588697.post-2009778283944291250</id><published>2007-03-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:09:04.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum</title><content type='html'>another day, another weekend has come ... hope the routine doesn't cause my brain to rot! then again, at least i am alive! are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1351685128603588697-2009778283944291250?l=inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2009778283944291250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1351685128603588697&amp;postID=2009778283944291250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2009778283944291250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1351685128603588697/posts/default/2009778283944291250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebloodybowelsofhell.blogspot.com/2007/03/ho-hum.html' title='ho hum'/><author><name>Friggindildo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636597258508910554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QGM3gJ2JKk/SK2Eh1BCTZI/AAAAAAAAADA/8lKG1bpZjH4/S220/CRW_7424.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
