Days of A9 and 7-11...

This was meant to be posted yesterday but the damn net connection went dead...

Ack! Just realized it's almost 5pm... gotta make this quick....

In my previous post, I blogged about women being bitches and about a female acquaintance of mine. Now I'm gonna tell a story of another bitch...

7-11... that's what me and my boyfriend "named" her... cause she can't keep her legs closed. Always open... just like the cuntvenience store. She was my apartment mate back in the states. She's Malay, and a very ugly mongoloid Malay at that! Mwuahahhahaaa.....

Apart from the usual apartment-mate problems she had like borrowing my stuff without my knowledge and destroying them, charges me like fuck for things she got for squat, she's your typical gatal just-came-out-of-the-village-to-the-States-I-wanna-screw-every-guy-and-tell-all-my-girl-pals-about-it kinda slut. The funny thing is, while she's proud of the fact that she screwed this guy and fucked that guy, when word got out to the Malaysian community there that she's the one-who-can't-keep-her-legs-crossed, she got pretty upset. Like hello!!!! You went around telling people about your sex life and you're wondering how come so many people found out about it??? How dumb and daft could she be???

There was once a conversation we had....

7-11: Oh my god! Yesterday I fucked this white guy...

RebelDevilette: Uhhh... I don't wanna hear about your personal sex stories. It's bad enough that I don't have my boyfriend here and you wanna tell me who you fuck, where you fuck, how you fuck? Please! Can't you be discreet?

7-11: Oh... (keeps quiet).

After 30 seconds...

7-11: Eh you know what? Have you ever tried doing it in that position where you blah blah blah... I did it with...

RebelDevilette: AAARRGGGHH!!!! What did I just say? I thought I told you I don't wanna hear any more stories from you!

And then I left... bitch couldn't get it through her think mongoloid skull!!!!

There was another incident, we had a little party in our apartment, just 5 of us... me, 7-11, another girl and 2 white guys. After the party and the lights were out I was nicely sleeping in my room when suddenly 7-11 burst through the door clad in her towel and pulling one of the white guys in just his boxers....

7-11: Rebel! Oh my god! Guess what? Guess what? BJ (the other girl) is giving a blowjob to Brian (the other white dude) out on the sofa!

RebelDevilette: Aaaaaaaaa!!!! What the fuck?!?!?! I'm sleeping and you just burst in my room like that? Get the fuck out!!!

7-11 and white guy: giggle....giggle...giggle...

Long story short... I distanced myself from her and her band of equally annoying girl friends. Them bitches are annoying as hell! I was thankful when she and her friends left the apartment. I never attempted to keep in touch with her. She can very well rot in hell for all I care.... bah! Hate them bitches... !!!

** A9 was our apartment number, was also synonymous with wild fun house parties!!! WOO HOO!!!! We threw the best one in the block!

Nothing but Bitches, Heffas & Skanks!

OK... so I'm sitting here at my desk sipping some Coke... and I thought to myself, "Damn! Wish I had some Jack Daniels to go with this!"... mwuahahahaha... is it that wrong to be a little intoxicated while at work? Hhhmmm,.,,???

So back to the topic... WOMEN! Yes women. As some of you might know, I don't have that many female friends. Hhmm.... come to think of it, uummm.... hhmm... I don't have any female friends. Just female acquaintances. The reason is this: to me, women in general are very petty, bitchy, narcissistic, boastful and mainly just can't shut the fuck up!

Why do women talk a whole damn lot? Why can't they just shut up??? Why, oh Lord, why???

And women can cause a whole lotta hell...

There's this female acquaintance of mine who's very "gatal" (is horny the best word to translate this?) Some time ago she was flirting with this guy (me, her, this guy and a few others have a dance group thing going on). One night the guy spent the night at her place, on the couch. Nothing happened between them, or so she said. The next morning her boyfriend came over her place and caught the guy taking a shower. There wasn't a real big fight... her boyfriend acted real gentlemanly... he didn't even raised his voice to the guy, and the guy was really ashamed for what he did (although he really didn't do anything)....

After that incident, the guy started to avoid her. And she got upset because of this. And the dynamic of the group changed. All because of one stupid bitch! I know all this because, yeah you guessed it, she told me... over and over and over again.... till my ears were about to bleed. Frankly speaking, in my opinion it's all her fault. I was siding with that guy, he's really a cool dude.

Then she destroyed the group. While we were having our group meeting, she told a couple of guys that the gym management, consultants, trainers & some members complained to her that those 2 guys are annoying and show-offy and plain noisy... she told them this right in front of all of us. I sensed some foul play. Later she confessed to me that she lied to everyone. It wasn't the management, consultants, trainers nor members that complained. It was actually her own opinion. But she used them as scapegoats... and she was laughing as she boasted how cleverly she disguised her opinion as other people's. I can't believe this bitch!

She too was very bossy... she wanted to control the group. Because of her, the group fell apart. Everyone hated her... myself included.

Then recently she caused some trouble with a guy friend of mine with her gatal-ness. It's a simple case of he-said-she-said but I, without a doubt, believe my guy friend more and am on his side. I know how this heffa is by now. She's been trying to call me... I know she's gonna want to talk to me about this. I'm just not interested to hear her bitch and whine about this. So I ignored her... until yesterday...

She caught up with me after class. Fuck! I can't escape! And there she was... yak yak yak... bitch bitch bitch... whine whine whine.... She was actually trying to justify her actions to me! She was telling me her side of the story! Like WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? Bitch I'm not interested in hearing it! That's between you and him. I threw her all sorts of signals... I kept looking at my cell, I raised my eyebrows, I stared blankly passed her, my mouth was gaping wide open, my head was tilted as if I can no longer support it, I hung my head down with my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head.... THE SKANK WAS INCREDIBLY THAT DAFT! She kept going on and on... and on and on and on.... AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!

When I couldn't take it no more, I just got up... told her I gotta go... and just left her there. Yeearrrggghhh!!! Fucking annoying bitch!!! Can't stand her! This is like A9 all over again... (I'll write about A9 in my next post). I don't need these kinda heffas... they all can just go fuck and die... BITCHES!!!!

I Miss...

... the long weekends of partying, drinking, partying, drinking, drinking, dancing, getting pissed drunk.

... my gal, the Portuguese beauty... she just left the country and won't be back anytime soon. I miss her terribly.

... the good ol days in Kalamazoo, Michigan... all the freedom, drinks and party I could get!

... how things were between us friends before one bitch screwed up everything!

... swimming. Haven't done it in years and I'm afraid of it now... sheesh!

... bumming around the house doing nothing for 2 years. I hate work!

... my cat in Kalamazoo, she ran away one day when I accidently left the sliding door opened. Waaaaaaaa!!!!

... getting it on with a girl or girls. It's been a while. If you think I'm picky with guys, it's worse with girls.

... the clean and dry bathrooms in the states. I don't know why M'sian women just love flooding the damn bathroom like they boo-booed on the floor! NASTY!!!

... the 24-hour hypermarts. I love doing my shopping in the wee hours of the night, less hassle and the produce is fresh!

... taking real dance lessons from nazi dance teachers... hehehe... I miss the torture and the hardwork and the dedication (you're the best Prof. Cobb, even though you're tough as hell).

... being pampered.

... going on holidays with friends.

... clean, dry bathrooms again. Oooo... I gotta go pee....

Yawn! I Hate Work!

It's gloomy... it's nippy... I'm sleepy... and I hate my work.... sighhh. They got me fixing bugs in a programming language that I'm not familiar with. I hate this! I've been trying to simulate the problem for days now... unsuccessful so far cause of shit like this code doesn't match that code... that side of the server is down... this side of the programming is not running... blah blah blah. I so hate this! So now I'm told to study the codes and understand why the error occured since we can't simulate the problem.... I so fucking hate this!!!!

Yes people... I am, unfortunately for me, a fucking computer programmer. When I tell people what I do, most of them were surprised... they say I don't look like a computer person. The minority would assume that I make big bucks... being in the ka-ching! ka-ching! computer industry... BULL CRAP!!!! I earn a meager salary... not even enough to qualify to pay taxes. Hhhmm... guess there's an upside to it... hehehe.

I don't enjoy programming. My company hasn't been paying my EPF for the last year. God knows if they pay my SOCSO. My appraisal was supposed to be done in April, but it doesn't matter now cause I heard we're not getting any pay increment this year! We don't get any yearly bonus. I hate my bosses... bunch of pretencious bitches & fucktards! Why the fuck am I still here???.....

I'm surrounded by people with cool jobs. Lighting engineer, own advertising company, personal trainers, aerobics/dance instructors, models, radio DJs, bar tender.... If not cool jobs, they make a shit load of money. Speaking of which, why are there so many people driving big expensive cars, live in ostentatious mansions, wear ridiculously expensive branded clothes? Where in hell do they get all that money? Bah! Them fucktards probably embezzle their companies' & clients' money. Them heffas have fucking filthy rich 1-foot-in-the-grave sugar daddies that they gotta screw. Them arseholes use other people to make money for themselves. ARGH!!! Just go fuck and die la those people!!! Hope their balls grow to the size of melons! Hope their dicks shrivel up and fall off! Hope their pussies rot! Fucking assholes!

Yes... I hate a lotta people... I have nothing but ill thoughts & ill wishes for them.

Coming back to my original post.... yea... why am I stuck in this line? I should be doing something cool! I should be doing something that I love. I'm destined for greater things... I just know it. But for now, guess I'll just have to bear with this for a little longer...

*Note to self: Sit down & seriously think of ways to get out of the computer/IT industry and get a cool job that I love doing!

Can You Feel The Burn??? (Gym Blogging Time!)

After completing 4 weeks of my newly modified weight training (lowered to pussy weights *argh!*, more reps - apparently I hurt myself carrying heavy weights.. *ugghhh*), my boyfriend-cum-trainer has put me on 4 sets of even higher reps for each routine of my weight training. Instead of doing 15-12-10-10 or 12-10-10-10 or even just 12-10-10 (3 sets), now he's got me doing 15-15-12-12 for everything. On top of that, I had to hold & squeeze the weights for bout 1/2 a second for each rep!

So yesterday was my 1st day of training with the higher reps - Back & Triceps day. 1st exercise -- front lat pulldown, weights: 14.5kg (yeah, yeah I know it's nothing compared to the 50-60-70-80kg the guys are pushing)... ooooooo!!!! OUCH!!! I felt the burn & it felt good!!! Got me all sweating & out of breath! Heh! Now I know it's working.... mwuahahahahaaaa!!!! Ouuuwww....

Then it was on to the cable rows at 14.5kg.... and now the burn is beginning to hurt. By the time I did the one arm row, it hurt really bad... I could feel all that lactic acid being excreted into my muscles... it burns... really, really burns... for the last few reps I had to grunt & scream to push & finish the set, collapsing to the floor after each set. And all I was carrying was 3kg... ffffuuuucccckkkkk!!!! Fucking pussy weights!!!! And I use to do the one arm rows with 17.5lbs! Damn you pussy weights!!!! Damn you muscle strain!!! Damn you joints!!! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

Anyway, next I did hyperextensions... and damn! I can't believe my lower back is so weak! Only managed to do 12-12-10-10 and it fucking hurt! Got to rest a few minutes while my gym buddy did his lying French curls & tricep dips (I'm not allowed to do them... yeah you guessed it... weak joints... argh!),before moving on to do my triceps....

Cable tricep pulldowns... one with metal V-bar at 7.5kg... and the other with the rope at 5kg... both I managed to complete the 15-15-12-12 reps. But towards the last 2 sets... it nearly killed me! Grrrr!!! I can feel the burn now! Yeesssss!!!! Burn you stubborn fat! Burn, burn, burn!!! Build you muscles, build!!!! HELL YEAHHH!!!! I can't wait to see me muscles!

Gym Freak

Good God y'all... six months ago before I started gym I was literally a beached whale. I was more huge than I am now, even though some people say I'm still a fat ass right now... aarrrhhh.... they can all go fuck & die!!! I'm happy the way I am and that's all that matters... I ain't gonna be like those skinny, scrawny, twiggy aeneroxics... oooo... they make me so pissed off sometimes... makes me wanna throw some fat at them!

Speaking of which... have you ever wondered why models on the catwalk always look so angry? They got their faces looking like they got "attitude". You know why? I'ma tell you why... that's cause them scrawny lil asses are HUNGRY, that's why! Trying to maintain their stick-like size ones.... Wanna play a cruel trick on em? Next time you're at a fashion show, try to get close to the catwalk. When them aeneroxics come a-walking down the catwalk, throw a cookie crumb on the catwalk! They'll pick it up and eat it for sure.... cause them asses are HUNGRY!!! MWUAHAHHAHAHA!!!!

Shoot... I digress.... coming back.... Yeah. Six months ago I was all spending my time watching TV, lying down, getting up only to eat or ease myself. When I whine to my boyfriend bout how fat I am he suggested I try exercising. To which I replied, "What? I hate exercising! I'm not gonna join a gym! I hate that!".... well... look at me now... I'm a gym freak!!!

I do free weights, I take classes, I do cardio & abs when I can.... I hit the gym 5-6 times a week. Spend about a couple of hours each visit, and sometimes I spend like 4 hours there!!! Jesus Christ!!! What a transformation! I can fit into my clothes that I got tucked away for 3 years! Oooooo-wweeeee!!!!

I'm proud of myself... and I owe thanks to my hunk-of-burning-love boyfriend who taught me free weights and plans my free weights training schedule; and to my gym buddy Monkey Rock who drags my sorry ass to the gym even though I didn't feel like going at times; and to all those people who said that I was a fat ass.... I'ma pound your puny lil heads with a 20-pounder!!!!! AAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

The Arseholeic Adventures of PunyMan!

Last week in Planet Gym Maroon 7, we spotted our arseholeic fuckhead of a moron, PunyMan, for the first time, attempting to master the art of Asshole Weightlifting.

PunyMan: Ah! I am here! Hhhmm... I think I'll go hog the Smith Machine and the decline bench BOTH AT THE SAME TIME to do my Asshole Workout routine. Muwhahahah! All these big muscle guys around. I'll show them! I can lift weights too even though I'm little and puny. Coz I got sumthing to prove!

Just when PunyMan begins to hog the Smith Machine and decline bench, our heroes GymMonkey & GymDevilette, arrive at the scene....

GymMonkey: Hhhmmm... both the Smith Machines seems to be used by other inhabitants of Planet Gym Maroon 7. Come GymDevilette! Let us do our other leg routines and come back to use the Smith Machine later. Do not waste precious workout time waiting and idling.

GymDevilette: Aye, Monkey!

So our heroes proceed to do 4 sets each of their Super Argh Leg Extension & Super Argh Leg Curl exercises, which took them about 15 minutes to complete. Tired but feeling super great after doing the exercises, our heroes return to the Smith Machines in hopes that at least one of them will be freed from the clutches of other Planet Gym Maroon 7ers. But....

GymMonkey: Hhhmmm... looks like one of the Smith Machines is being used by a different duo, and they just started. And the other one...(speaking to himself...) I can't believe that puny guy is still on that machine.
GymDevilette: What's that GymMonkey?

GymMonkey: That puny guy. He was there when we 1st came in and he's still on that Smith Machine. I can't believe he's hogging it.

GymDevilette: But he's not there. He's not using it.

GymMonkey: But he, in true arseholeic fashion, has put his water bottle & towel on the bench of the machine, signifying that he indeed intends on hogging it.

GymDevilette: Hhhmm... it appears that he is on the decline bench doin what appears to be a lame attempt at doing sit ups. Since he's not using the Smith Machine now, why don't you ask him if you could share the machine with him?

And so, our heroes walk up to PunyMan, who is busy doing his puny sit ups on the decline bench. PunyMan was huffing and puffing while doing his situps, so GymMonkey decides to wait until he's done before asking him the question....

PunyMan: Yaaahhhrrr.... 9.... hhhmmpppfff..... 10...... hehhh hehhhh hehhhhhhhh.....

GymMonkey: Hi there. I notice that you're not using the Smith Machine right now. Mind if I share it with you? I can work on it while you're resting and vice versa.

PunyMan: (rolling his eyes) Hhhmmpphh.... oklah oklah!

GymMonkey: Thanx man.

And so, GymMonkey proceeds to the Smith Machine and rolls the flat bench away so that he could do his Super-Oh-My-God-My-Butt-Hurts Squats. GymDevilette helps GymMonkey change the weights and spots him...

GymDevilette: (while spotting GymMonkey doing his Squats) 9....C'mon GymMonkey! Just one more to go! Put your back into it!

GymMonkey: Heeeaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!

GymDevilette: 10! Good job GymMonkey!

GymMonkey: Hehhh... thanx GymDevilette.

GymMonkey then rolls back the flat bench into place so that PunyMan can use it for his workout. GymMonkey and GymDevilette were even nice enough to put back PunyMan's weights for him. Just when GymDevilette was adjusting the weights, she notices PunyMan getting up from the decline bench and mouthing something...
PunyMan: (hands on waist, rolling his eyes, vertical lines between eyebrows visible) Mumble, mumble, mumble....

GymDevilette: (looks sharply at PunyMan, thinking to herself) What da fuck?!?!? Did that boy just cussed at GymMonkey and me?!?!?!? Oh no he didnt!!!!

GymMonkey: (to PunyMan) Alright man, thanx. Your turn now...

PunyMan: (throwing a bitchfit) Argh! You messed up my bench. You do your whole routine 1st. Finish it. I don't want to share anymore.

GymMonkey: Huh? What? Are you sure? What's wrong man?

PunyMan: (still angry and annoyed) Just hurry up and finish your sets!

GymMonkey: Oh ok. If you insist.

And so, our heroes return to the Smith Machine so that GymMonkey can finish his remaing 3 sets of the Super-Oh-My-God-My-Butt-Hurts Squats. In between the sets, as GymDevilette was prepping the Smith Machine for GymMonkey....

GymDevilette: (whispering to GymMonkey) Dude, just now I think that puny guy just cussed at you.

GymMonkey: He did? Well, nevermind. Let him be. I'll just concentrate on finishing my sets.

After a few minutes, GymMonkey finished his sets. Our heroes then put back the flat bench and adjusted the bar to PunyMan's original position. Just when they were putting back PunyMan's original weights, PunyMan walks up stomping his feet to our heroes....

PunyMan: (throwing another bitch fit, one arm on waist, the other in the air pointing, voice high pitched) Don't change the weights! I'll do it myself! You changed my bench and my settings!

GymDevilette: (slamming the weights showing contempt) C'mon GymMonkey. Let's just go.

GymMonkey: (to PunyMan) Cool man. What's the problem? I thought you were ok with me sharing the Smith Machine.

PunyMan: (still in bitchfit mode) When I said share, I thought you meant you're doing the same routine as me. That's the meaning of sharing. Not doing something different.

GymMonkey: But I'm using the same machine as you... that's sharing...

PunyMan: (higher mode of bitchfit) When you share, you're suppose to do the same routine as me!!! Now all my settings are gone!!!

GymMonkey: (showing 1st signs of pissed-offness while still being super diplomatic) What are you talking bout? What settings? I put everything back as it was. I used the same machine as u. It's still considered sharing, I'm still using the same machine you're using.

PunyMan: (not budging) I know I'm being rude but I'm only using the machines for 20 minutes.

GymMonkey: (to himself) Oh so you know you're being rude. What da fuck is he on about? 20 fucking minutes??? You're hoggin the damn machine! And I & GymDevilette even finished 2 whole routines & you're still on this damn thing!!!!

PunyMan: bitchfit... mumble...bitchfit....yak yak yak.... scream scream scream... bitchfit....

GymDevilette: (thinking to herself) Fuck! This puny guy's getting on my nerves. (Squints her eyes looking at PunyMan) Hhhmm... tiny bugger. I think I can take him. I'll pound this puny muthafucka to bits!

GymMonkey: (blood pressure rising, veins beginning to pop) K-k-k... C-c-c... L-l-look. I-i-i... p-p-put the... b-b-bench ba fo you. Wh-wh-what's blthe beeg sdill? Vvvee... arrrr... using the ssssame... ma-ma-macheeeen.

PunyMan: What?!

GymDevilette: (thinking to herself) C'mon GymMonkey. What are you waiting for? Pound that puny fucka.
GymMonkey: (thinking to himself) FUUUCCCKKK!!!!! I'm stuttering coz I'm so fucking pissed off! ARGH! My blood pressure's rising! I feel like smashing your puny lil head into the mirror!!! No GymMonkey! Control yourself... you don't wanna cause a scene. I still need to come here almost everyday. Take long deep breaths.... long... deep... breaths....

GymMonkey: (extending one hand to PunyMan while patting PunyMan's back with the other) Hey man, you're alright. You're alright man. Hey... I'm sorry for pissing you off. We cool. What's your name? I'm GymMonkey.

PunyMan: (confused) I.. I'm... I'm PunyMan.

GymDevilette: (thinking to herself) Argh!!! I can't believe GymMonkey is being overly diplomatic with this puny lil insect! Hey insect! You want a piece of this?!?!?!?!?

GymMonkey: (to GymDevilette) Come, GymDevilette. There're more leg workouts to be done.

GymDevilette: Huh? What???

Our heroes then resume their super charged up leg exercises, leaving PunyMan to continue fondling & humping "his" beloved Smith Machine.

After GymMonkey and GymDevilette finished their leg workout, they sat down at the Cafe of Maroon Delites and pondered at the earlier event that took place with PunyMan....

GymDevilette: The nerve of that guy!

GymMonkey: Yeah! Fuck man! I hope he stays puny for life!

GymDevilette: (chanting her curses to PunyMan) Mumble mumble... PunyMan... mumble mumble... puny....for....mumble mumble... life...... mumble....fuck you.... mumble mumble.... amen! P-tui!!! (spitting at PunyMan's direction)

GymMonkey: Huh?

GymDevilette: Thy will be done! He shall forever be puny!!!! MWUAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!

GymMonkey: MWUAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!

GymDevilette: Wait here.....

GymDevilette then disappears away. She then searches for her trusted PlayaTrainerMan and founds him surrounded by many of the beautiful female Planet Gym Maroon 7ers....

GymDevilette: Ladies... hi! Excuse me while I steal PlayaTrainerMan for a few seconds...

Planet Gym Maroon 7 ladies surrounding PlayaTrainerMan: awww.... hurry back please....

So GymDevilette pulls PlayaTrainerMan to a side....

GymDevilette: Heya PlayaTrainerMan. I need to ask a favor of you. There's this asshole at the weights area. Pissed me & GymMonkey off just now. Fucka was hogging the Smith Machine like he owns it. FUCK! I want you to just keep an eye on him. You can't miss him. He's the puniest there... wearing a coordinated army-printed gear. Thanx man.

PlayaTrainerMan: Ohhh... where's that bastard? Hogging the machines huh? We'll see. (punching his fist on his hand).

And off PlayaTrainerMan goes to see who this fucktard PunyMan is while GymDevilette rejoins her buddy GymMonkey....

GymDevilette: (to GymMonkey) I told PlayaTrainerMan to keep an eye on that fucktard PunyMan.

Meanwhile, at the weights area, PunyMan was hogging a different machine....

PlayaTrainerMan: (approaching PunyMan, voice full of authoritarianism) Hey you! You got a problem with the weights???

PunyMan: (scared outta his wits) N-n-no. No... no problem here.

PlayaTrainerMan: (voice still strong) You sure?

PunyMan: Y-y-yess.... yes.

PlayaTrainerMan: Good!

After taunting PunyMan a lil, PlayaTrainerMan reports back to GymDevilette and GymMonkey...

PlayaTrainerMan: Hmph! That guy huh? That tiny guy??? I fixed him. Don't worry about him no more.

GymDevilette: Thanx man!

GymMonkey: GymDevilette? PlayaTrainerMan? What did you guys do?

GymDevilette: Oh don't worry so much. I just asked PlayaTrainerMan to keep an eye on our lil puny friend.

And so our heroes, GymMonkey and GymDevilette, together with PlayaTrainerMan, laughed themselves silly at the fate of PunyMan. What will become of PunyMan? Will he dare show his face at Planet Gym Maroon 7 again? Will he still keep to his arseholeic ways of hogging machines like nobody's business??? Will he stay puny for life??? And what bout our heroes? Will they upkeep the true nobility of proper gym etiquette for other Planet Gym Maroon 7ers? Will PlayaTrainerMan get more ladies??? Ooooooo....! Tune in next time for more of .....The Arseholeic Adventures of PunyMan!

Gah! It's been that long???

April 22, 2005??? That was the last time I updated my blog??? Whoahh... that's... umm... 1...2... (counting with fingers)... over 2 weeks??!!?!? Daammnnn.....

Well... I've been a lil tied up with work, and they made me use someone else's PC. And yeah yeah... I admit... I was a lil too lazy to write. But I'm here now... so I'ma go blogging....