<?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-9966057</id><updated>2011-06-16T21:04:54.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Hoogster</title><subtitle type='html'>Its just me ranting my opinions and whats happening in my life.  You don't like it?  Then don't read it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-8860203098948587698</id><published>2007-08-10T11:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:06:49.301+09:30</updated><title type='text'>This could be said for a lot of things</title><content type='html'>I found this article the other day and had to re-post it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BLAMING MYSPACE!!! Body: Anybody happen to catch Nightline the other night on ABC? In case you didn't, one of the hot topics discussed was MySpace. It is no secret to anyone who reads the newspaper or watches the 6 o'clock news that MySpace has been in the limelight because of "sexual predators" trying to "abduct and corrupt" the youth of the world. ! I see dozens of profiles a day showing 14 year old girls dressed like sluts, wearing four inches of make up and 32 layers of eyeliner, displaying their age as 18 years old and profile lines stating "Oh, I'm So Sexy" or "Hey There, Wanna Check Up On It?" Come on! The youth of today's world are already corrupt enough due to the undying need to be "older" than they really are. I seriously doubt there are tons of people on MySpace stalking "innocent young girls" who just happen to have tramped up profiles and ages 4 years greater than their own.On Nightline, there was a story of a 12 year old girl who was a drug-addict and attributed it all to MySpace. She claims that Myspace allowed her to easily find drug dealers in her area, as well as older men to have sex with her. Now, at the age of 14, she has been checked into a drug-rehabilitation clinic and has been away from her family for 5 months. Her parents would rather place the blame squarely on the shoulders of MySpace instead of their daughter, who even admitted that at the age of 12, had already tried weed, crack, X, and had slept with numerous guys older than herself...but of course, it wasn't her fault, it was all because of MySpace.Once again, COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are parents and children going to stop passing the blame and grow up enough to take responsibility for their actions and the actions of their children.. Parents: monitor your children online, take some responsibility for YOUR children! Children: if a profile name sounds like something that comes out of a cheap horror movie, like "DARK ANGEL OF DEATH WHO EATS THE BRAINS OF GIRLS"...chances are you DO NOT WANT TO ADD THEM AS A FRIEND. Apparently there is new legislation in Congress now to block MySpace in all public schools and public libraries across the United States. All because little girls want to act like sluts and don't want to accept the consequences of their actions, and parents don't want to accept the fact that their "innocent little girls" are posing as 18 year old crack whores trying to buy drugs.A 14 year old girl and her mother have filed a law suit against Myspace.com because she was sexually assaulted by another user. She said he lied by saying he was on the high School football team, and THAT gained her trust. Obvisiously if thats all it took to gain her trust, chances are she'll pretty much trust anybody and anyone (not really MySpace's fault). She's suing Myspace.com for $30 million because she believes MySpace has poor security. WHAT A CROCK! Myspace is not a babysitting service, take responsiblity for your own actions!!! What happened to her is a terrible thing and should never happen to anyone, period. Where were her parents? Why are they not held responsible for what their daughter does in their own home? Myspace has many many ways of blocking out/screening people, some are: you have to ACCEPT the person you may or may not know as a friend, as well as DENY people you do or do not know, you can have certain sercurity measures added like making your profile private, or asking for last name and email address, you can block a person, you can only associate with people you ALREADY know or simply you can NOT be on MySpace if you lack common sense.Eventually, if this continues, MySpace could be totally outlawed from the Internet. Restrictions will be put in place in order to make MySpace "safer". I don't know about you, but I use MySpace to keep in touch with my family and friends, use it for messages, and just to have a space that is my own. Just because some children want to act grown up, does that mean I may have to eventually give up my MySpace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-8860203098948587698?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/8860203098948587698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=8860203098948587698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/8860203098948587698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/8860203098948587698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-could-be-said-for-lot-of-things.html' title='This could be said for a lot of things'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-3400844989733145573</id><published>2007-04-02T15:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:43:23.272+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Approve</title><content type='html'>Lately I am an angry man.  Why?  Well, I cant really say why, but because of this anger I have become somewhat intolerant of people / things.  Below is a small list of what and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through other peoples phones, with out asking:  Now this is just not right.  It is and invasion of peoples privacy and an abuse of their trust.  I mean FUCK why do this?  If your holding onto their phone and it rings, answer it, simple, don’t then go through it.  It does not give you permission to go through the fucking thing.  I mean do you have a trust issue or something, you scared that your friend is talking behind your back or your partner is cheating on you?  Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being high maintenance (sorry this applies to mainly girls):  three words, get over it.  People are not put on this earth to serve your every need.  Start looking after yourself and giving a shit about others.  FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racists:  People don’t choose what race they are.  SO WHAT, they are black or Asian or Caucasian or from the middle east.  WHO GIVES A ROYAL FUCK!!!!  If we all didn’t give a damn about this shit I reckon we wouldn’t have half the problems in the world we do today.  So get over your complex and become more accepting you fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belittling people in public:  Plain rude.  If it’s a joke and both parties see it as that, fine.  If your just out too make someone feel about three inches tall you are a FUCK HEAD.  There is no reason or excuse to make someone feel small.  GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-3400844989733145573?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/3400844989733145573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=3400844989733145573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/3400844989733145573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/3400844989733145573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-approve.html' title='I Don&apos;t Approve'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-9121582694117555524</id><published>2007-02-27T12:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:46:00.102+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is it not amazing how people view thing s so differently? I mean its the same thing but one person thinks one thing and the other thinks the complete opposite. look at this photo for instance, does he look sick or is he just deep in though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036029445441579314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jZjvytbgmg/ReOSGT3z6TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rID2NQCpnJc/s320/DSCF0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITs the same with sms you can type one thing but when you read it it could come across completly sifferent and someone could be offended etc.  Ladies and gentelmen communication is the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are people lazy.  Today i saw a lady grab a loaf of bread look at it, then place it back where it did not belong.  It would have taken her an extra second to put it back properly but instaed she just chucked it anywhere.  This annoys me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about manners?  where have they gone today?  You ask me that is the sole reason for the trouble in society.  Parents not teaching their childeren the manners that used to be in society.  Next time your on public transport how many people do you see get up for an elderly person.  further more how many of those that do get up are young poeple, 18 and below.  You bring manners back into society and i reckon crime will drop too.  WHilst im on crime, i reckon the whip should be bought back in.  That would teach those goof balls who keep breaking the law not to do it again.  I mean it shouldn't be first punishment but if they keep breaking the law then hell string em up in the middle of a court yard and give em 10 lashes, or put em in that wooden thing where your arms and neck are locked between 2 planks, then let the general public throw rotting fruit at em.  That would drop crime i reckon.  i mean there would need to be regulations on it but hell it would work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats all i got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-9121582694117555524?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/9121582694117555524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=9121582694117555524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/9121582694117555524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/9121582694117555524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2007/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jZjvytbgmg/ReOSGT3z6TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rID2NQCpnJc/s72-c/DSCF0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-280060705771592264</id><published>2007-02-20T15:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:43:27.994+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Clothing ethics</title><content type='html'>Fellow Bloggers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick to death of it.  Now I may not be the most fashionable bloke on the block, but I do have some sense of the word style.  What I saw in town today made me want to cry.  The following is a list of what not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I like short shorts I think they are the bees knees, but please don't wear them with high heels.  Unless your up on the cat walk (even then that’s pushing it) just wear sneakers or thongs.  I saw several women doing this today and they just didn’t look right.  walking round in cocktail dress style shoes with short shorts.  It also brings out cellulite.  I happened to be walking behind this one lady today, she obviously thought she was hot and all that more.  I can tell you she was not, wearing short shorts, high heels and a low cut top.  now from a distance she may have looked quite ok, but as I slowly caught up to her I realise that her entire legs were covered in cellulite.  now I am convinced that if she were to wear thongs instead of high heels this cellulite would not have been so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Big Sunglasses.  Now on some people they look good.  Others you guys just look like a giant bug I should be spraying in the face with fly spray.  Yet again another woman walking through town.  She was a slim build and thought a lot of her self, had a coffee in one hand and a mobile in the other.  ITS FUCKING 4o DEGREES YOU DONT NEED COFFEE.  Any how this woman had the giant white glasses on.  if it wasn’t for my pure distaste of the look of her I would have wet my self as to how hideous she looked.  Now some of my friends have big glasses but they suit, I know others who have them and I should hit them with a fly swat, they think they look hot but in reality they do most certainly not.  So a tip when next buying sunglasses, buy them and ask the sales person for an honest reply, fuck even lie and tell them that your going to buy a pair there but they have to be honest.  I have never bought a pair and why?  Because I know that id look like a royal dick with them on.  You might as well buy a ski mask guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next port of call is to those ladies with pancakes for breasts.  Now I know this sound offensive but hear me out.  I’m not talking about women with small breasts, I have no problems with you.  my problem is with the women out there with large breasts who have let them go over time because they have not worn a bra.  even if you have and nature is taking its course please please have some consideration for others.  I don't want to have to be forced to look at a woman’s chest that is sagging along the ground.  please if you are going to wear a tank top or tope that reveals cleavage wear a bra.  it will give support and help keep them under control.  I cant stand it when I walk down the mall and an ugly woman walks past whose boobs have decided to go AWOL on her and ended up down at her KNEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next and final attack is at those who wear baggy pants.  guys nobody has a set of nuts so big that the seam of their pants needs to be down at their knees.  If you do go see your doctor about it, you may have elephantitis.  And seeing as most people who walk around like this are morons THAT IS NOT A GOOD THING.  You just look stupid.  This also does not warrant you to take your top off.  Considering that in general you don’t even have anything to show off.  Some people can pull this look off but in general it can not be done.  I tell you if I ever have children I am prohibiting my sons from wearing this and never letting my daughters going out with people who wear these baggy pants.... Actually no I will, however before he sees my daughter I will say to him:  ' (insert name)  I am not a big fan of those baggy style pants.  In fact I am rather biased against them.  You see my biggest concern is that because they hang around your waist so loosely, they may come off easily.  Now I have been a teenager and I know how strong the desire to have ... how do I put this ... relations with a woman can be.  You see I love and hold my daughter dear to my heart, I don't want anything to happen to her.  Now these baggy pants of yours, cause me concern.  You have one of two choices, either turn up in more suitable attire.  Preferably pants with the zipper welded shut, or I use this trusty nail gun I have here (raising a bright orange fully loaded nail gun) and nail those pants to your waist to make sure they don’t come off at all. ... your choice.'&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee he will change his clothes or not go out with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-280060705771592264?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/280060705771592264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=280060705771592264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/280060705771592264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/280060705771592264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2007/02/clothing-ethics.html' title='Clothing ethics'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-116686449550323557</id><published>2006-12-23T19:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:31:35.526+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cheer</title><content type='html'>Fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Christmas is upon us.  A time for joy and spending time with family.  I am not a big fan of this time of the year personally.  I only enjoy spending time with loved ones; the whole commercialization of this time of year has detracted from the real meaning of what Christmas really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am asking you, my readers just to think about those who are less fortunate than us.  Working in a supermarket I have seen many people who are just buying for one.  Not exactly the best time of year to be on your own.  The fact that I made someone’s day / Christmas by finding a product really shows how lonely this time of year can really be.  So as you open you’re your presents and give them out, just pause and think about what the real meaning of Christmas is, I know I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-116686449550323557?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/116686449550323557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=116686449550323557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116686449550323557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116686449550323557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas cheer'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-116486697320242947</id><published>2006-11-30T16:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:39:33.223+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>It is with fond memories that we say goodbye to the glass house.  They made a point of sticking it to the man in a funny sort of way.  And to the Howard government and all those affilitated to it.  Thanks.  Thanks for putting pressure on the ABC to cut the program.  Ass holes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-116486697320242947?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/116486697320242947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=116486697320242947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116486697320242947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116486697320242947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/11/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-116116893753645987</id><published>2006-10-18T20:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:25:37.556+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It is but it isnt sad</title><content type='html'>fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is no more.  At close of trade this week (sunday 5pm) my store changes hands from one company to another.  Whilst part of the same corporation it is still a big change.  For 3 days the place will be renovated, stripped, cleaned and restocked.  And in a way i am sad to say goodbye to a place which has given me some happy memories.  But in other ways i am glad to see the change.  It means more money for me and others.  And all the trouble the place caused me should now no longer be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-116116893753645987?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/116116893753645987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=116116893753645987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116116893753645987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/116116893753645987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-but-it-isnt-sad.html' title='It is but it isnt sad'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-115956919251986909</id><published>2006-09-30T08:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:03:12.533+09:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG SOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-115956919251986909?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/115956919251986909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=115956919251986909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/115956919251986909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/115956919251986909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blog-soon.html' title='NEW BLOG SOON'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-115316255261140337</id><published>2006-07-18T03:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:25:52.713+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The EU post</title><content type='html'>Hello all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that i am in europe and have been for the past 2 and a bit weeks, i figured that i should update my blog.  Sam and I arrived in frankfurt on saturday july 2.  We exited the plane and headed for the exit point where the german official behind the desk just stamped out passports as a robot would do.  collecting our bags and going through customs was the same, walked up they said 'where are you from'  my reply 'Australia'  his response 'right through you go'.  In fact the hardest part was trying to work out the train ticket machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt was a great place warm all the time.  THe people were helpful too.  Sight seeing was usual, saw the big towers etc.  i really fell in love with a mall type thing, with a big open square in the middle, i just cant describe it sitting behind a pc.  We watched two of the soccer games at the fanfest along the river there too.  The Germany v Italy game was going off three hours before the game started, crazy.  There would have been 50,000 people over both sides of the river.   Found an Aussie pub too, it was fantastic except that the only two aussie beers they stacked was fosters and crownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Nurenburg.  We spent 2 dayz in this place, so didnt get too see much.  HOwever we did go to the hindenburg stadium.  this was where hitler made a few speechs and appears in some footage of the war, it created an odd feeling knowing that i was standing exaclty where hitler stood some 60 to 70 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved onto berlin this place was huge.  I  went down to the fanfest area for the world cup final, this place held 1,000,000 people and had 6 massive screens.  Insane.  Afterwards just walking around town people were letting off car horns, air horns anything that made a loud noise too.  It was an experience i will never forget.  unfortunaltey sam was sick this day as he ate or drank something the day prior so couldn't come.  i tasted some of the best food in my life there.  especially this little italian resteraunt their lasange was fantastic.  I also visited checkpoint charlie which was a point used to cross between the iron curtain.  I visited the wall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some 4 days at BErlin we moved onto Copenhagen.  For a city of 1,000,000 people it sure moved fast visited all the sights like the royal palace and a few towers.  Unfortuantley our stay was short and had too move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Oslo was more like a trip in india or some place.  There was a soccer tournament at one of the cities along the way.  (jsut so happened that was where we had t oget off and change trains too).  So people and luggage were every where.  HOWever we finally got to Oslo and today have done our washing.  We are moving on tomorrow to a place around lilliehammer.  so more when i get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-115316255261140337?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/115316255261140337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=115316255261140337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/115316255261140337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/115316255261140337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-post.html' title='The EU post'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114890801086297091</id><published>2006-05-29T22:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:36:50.876+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114890801086297091?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114890801086297091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114890801086297091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114890801086297091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114890801086297091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114846254945099043</id><published>2006-05-24T18:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:52:29.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>5.5 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>Fellow bloggers and such…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short blog this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In five and a half weeks I shall be boarding a plane for Fortress Europa. Where for 12 weeks I shall be living it up with my good friend samadoochi and phatty T. Now Samadoochi claims he is going to see boobs in every country …… I am willing to bet otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aiming to write a blog about once a week or there abouts (hopefully) with samadoochi, so you guys can keep up to date with what we are doing. Prob won’t put too many pictures up maybe one or two of shauns arse but that’s about it.  If any of you have any tips on how to get over the jet lag please do tell i want to try and hit the ground running as they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samadoochi and I are flying china airways to Frankfurt and th first thing i intend to do is find a hot dog stand and by a frankfurt.  i wonder if they will have them on the tarmac?  If not they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways gots to go&lt;br /&gt;cyas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114846254945099043?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114846254945099043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114846254945099043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114846254945099043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114846254945099043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/05/55-weeks-to-go.html' title='5.5 weeks to go'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114683756999947624</id><published>2006-05-05T23:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:29:30.020+09:30</updated><title type='text'>For Crying Out Loud Have A Shower!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you think it is at all possible to obtain a restraining order against customers? I must delve into the thought and ask those who have knowledge on the subject. Why? In a continuation on customer ethics, I feel I must use an entire blog on this subject alone. Ladies and Gentlemen I speak to you of style or fashion and most importantly personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion, whilst important is not overly concerning to those who work in the retail industry (ie what YOU are wearing). You will become the laughing stock of the store for about three minuets or so but that’s about it. To avoid this just think about what you are going to wear. I mean if you are just popping down to the shops fair enough ugh boots a set of jeans and a t shirt (so long as it is clean is fine). However, your dressing gown is not an option, nor are your pyjamas unless your three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally Hygiene is of most importance. In fact, if you are filthy or have a some what pungent odour emanating from your persons we wont want to help you. To be exact we run for cover and we feel sorry for the poor soul who got stuck helping you. Simple ways to avoid this are to shower regularly and to change your clothes often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I bring this all up is that I was the unfortunate soul who had to help one of these people. This person comes in once every six weeks or so (shall be called X) and we all try to avoid X like the plague, X will hold you up for hours if given the chance. To imagine X think of a person (if you could them that) who stands roughly 170cms has brown frazzled hair which is beginning to grey. A bony face, teeth which are into the mid stages of rotting so they have become a deep brown colour. X has a very nasal voice and wears a set of glasses that are missing an arm and have a liberal coating of dirt on them (a scrubbing brush and caustic soda would have trouble restoring these). The rest of X’s body is covered in frazzled clothes. Now imagine X has jumped into a puddle of mud every day for a month and not washed. I’m serious I highly doubt a HAZMAT team with high pressure equipment could get X clean. I feel like dis-infecting myself everytime I get within 10 feet of the person. Luckily for us X doesn’t smell, mind you I’m to scared for my nostrils to breathe properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that smell can be worse, because they are harder to track. Ladies now I know you do have ‘monthly issues’ but there are ways to stop the smell in fact we sell them. Have you seen Bruce all mighty? There is a scene that is cracker in it related to this. Look I apologise for being harsh there and its not always ladies that smell well unusual. However, if you are aware of it people shower or change your deodorant get help if you need to. Don’t become like one person who used to come in, we had to follow them through the aisles and use a can of air freshener to reduce the pungent odour being emitted. Look a slight BO smell if fine, when I can smell it after you have gone that’s when you need to re apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114683756999947624?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114683756999947624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114683756999947624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114683756999947624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114683756999947624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-crying-out-loud-have-shower.html' title='For Crying Out Loud Have A Shower!!!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114429949225226463</id><published>2006-04-06T14:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:28:12.306+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Shopping etiquette</title><content type='html'>Fellow Bloggers….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time you were all taken to school. The subject of the day, Shopping and Manners 101. Over the past few weeks the toll of rude people has shocked me to the core. So here in, is a lesson on how to shop well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to communicate effectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may find this offensive, here is a tip DEAL WITH IT! Many customers who migrate over here cannot ‘sprecken de English’ (speak English). Some because they do not have the monetary funds to learn, others because they are aging and it is hard for them to learn new languages and those that are just ignorant. Now here I am about to stereo type, those who are too poor to afford tuition or books I have found do learn the language from what I see they seem to make an effort, those who are old well they are old but never the less there is no harm in giving it a go. Those who are ignorant though IT is YOUR FAULT that we cant understand you and you do NOT have a right to get angry or frustrated especially if you have been living in the country since the 1950s. So tip number one learn to speak the national tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have trouble speaking for various reasons. Well then my friends the onus is on you to be able to communicate in some other way quickly and effectively. One example is there is a man who comes into work who I assume has no tongue so all we hear is a bunch of murmurs when he tries to talk. So to the people we cant understand bring a pen and paper so you can write down what you want. It is not our fault that you lost your tongue or can only speak in murmurs so DON’T get frustrated with us! MORONS! It is your responsibility not ours carry pen and paper or take someone along with you.&lt;br /&gt;Revision:- learn the national language to an acceptable level where other can understand you&lt;br /&gt;If you have trouble speaking bring someone along who can understand you or bring a pen and paper so that we can at least read what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the biggest one that causes problems. Keep your cool people. Yes that line for the checkouts is long, yes we are saying no to your request for a refund and yes we are saying that we don’t have that product for you. KEEP YOUR COOL! Why, because we as staff have to deal with all of you all the time. If you come in for a refund and you don’t have the receipt or expect us to exchange or refund expensive items or smokes don’t get angry at us. As staff we are bound by rules that if bent can cost us our jobs, we don’t want to be abused or shouted at, if you want a refund keep your receipt or come in during the day when the store manager can help you out. Some things the duty manager can’t even authorise it has to come from the store manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the checkout lines being too long be patient it is after all a virtue, we cant help that the company has decided to cut budgets we are doing as best we can. And as for the stock not being on shelf cut us some slack we have to order 10,000 lines plus three times a week we are bound to miss one or two of them. If it’s a customer order don’t expect it to come in every week for you if you have only asked for it once. If it’s a special item that your after we are not going to keep one aside for you so don’t expect there to be one left for you at five to five on a Sunday. Oh and getting angry at us doesn’t help, in fact other customers have actually come up to me and called you guys pricks etc. you come off worse for wear not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: stay calm and keep your cool, we will be far more helpful to you and other customers will like you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use Your Brain&lt;br /&gt;Think people, use common sense and so forth. If you grab an item off the shelf that doesn’t have a label on it, it most likely doesn’t have a bar code meaning we cant scan it for you we don’t know what that yellow gooop inside that glass jar is. Do you? So don’t be surprised when we ask what it is then call for a price check. If you drop something and it spills all over the floor don’t just walk away and leave it for some poor sod to trip on, find a staff member and tell them about it so we can clean it. Id rather know about it than have some dick just walk off and not tell anyone about it. Remember we have to clean up after you, so that item you just decided you don’t want any more put it back where it belongs and don’t let your kid take a dump in the car park (this has actually happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: think before you act, how would you like to clean up a steaming hot turd left behind in the car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Questions&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask us stuff you already know. For instance the bread with that "reduced to $1.00" sticker on it. THAT’S RIGHT IT ONLY COST ONE BUCK. So don’t come up to us and ask ‘excuse me how much does this cost?’ One day we may just snap and respond with ‘that…that’s $15,000’ and guaranteed you will respond ‘but it says one dollar’ and we will respond ‘THAT’S RIGHT SO WHY ASK ME?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make smart arse remarks or think you know more that us when asking for our help. In the retail world we do know more. So when you ask us ‘excuse me where is the mustard?’ and we respond ‘Its aisle 1 on the right hand side’ don’t say it isn’t you have looked we work in the fuckin store we have had to fill the mustard hundreds of times and show other morons like you where it is. If I were given $1 every time this has happened to me I wouldn’t have to be working any more. Don’t say ‘it used to be there’ or ‘you used to have it’ either, supermarkets constantly change their product lines. Some products are put on the shelves and then gotten rid of two months later, we cant help this it is state and notional office that decide this so don’t get angry at us (see anger management).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: only ask the question don’t say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Joking&lt;br /&gt;Don’t come up with stupid jokes we have heard them at least twice already that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: Don’t try to be funny chances are your not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Common Courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Use manners like thank you and please. If you need our help don’t yell at us from half an aisle away when our back is turned. I actually make a point of not responding if this happens. If you need us for something walk up to us tap us on the shoulder and say excuse me. Have patience too if we are trying to help you we are doing what we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: Don’t be and Arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be Prepared&lt;br /&gt;When you go through the checkouts don’t wait till the very end before you pull out your credit card or money, have the stuff ready. You complain about the time you have to wait in line, well then speed up the process by having you stuff ready. I am not going to ask if you have fly bys, if it doesn’t get scanned don’t get upset, its your fault you should have remembered to give me the card. Don’t pre-pack your stuff into the green bags we just have to unpack it again and don’t leave you stuff in the baskets either this all slows us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision; have all your stuff ready to go through the check outs you will get out faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don’t be an Arse Hole&lt;br /&gt;If you are getting impatient about the amount of time spent in the line don’t talk out loudly saying that ‘Maybe they will get more staff to open checkouts like they should’ your just being a smug prick if you do that and I actually go out of my way to be rude to you. You think your being smart but actually you are just giving us a reason to treat you poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision: Just be well mannered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions on shopping etiquette ask me and I will help you with the correct way to deal with a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114429949225226463?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114429949225226463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114429949225226463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114429949225226463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114429949225226463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/04/shopping-etiquette.html' title='Shopping etiquette'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114354614898957261</id><published>2006-03-28T22:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:12:29.020+10:30</updated><title type='text'>HUH!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i heard the most stupid question at work.  Aside from "excuse me do you work here"?  Despite the fact i am wearing a stupid uniform.  "No lady i don't work here, I wear these clothes for fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a customer comes up and asks "excuse me where is the peanut butter?"&lt;br /&gt;                                                         me   "right this way"&lt;br /&gt;                                               customer  "Oh, no...no not this one. ... It cant have nuts in it."&lt;br /&gt;                                                        me    "you mean the smooth penut butter?"&lt;br /&gt;                                                customer "no it cant have nuts in it i am allergic to nuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!  hello the whole idea of penut butter is that it contains nuts MORON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114354614898957261?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114354614898957261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114354614898957261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114354614898957261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114354614898957261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/03/huh.html' title='HUH!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114335595986429724</id><published>2006-03-26T17:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:22:39.906+10:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>What is life all about? We live for roughly 80 years that’s about 29,200 days. What do we achieve in that time? We grow up, date people, bring up kids worry about financial asituations, get sick and eventually die. I happen to be really thinking about this because my boss’s grandfather died the other day and I saw the pain he is in. I found out today one of my aunties has cancer of the baldder, that means she most likely will have to walk around with a bag for the rest of her days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here on out, I am going to enjoy life. I am going to try and repeat try to go out more often. I am going to start taking up my hobbies more. And most importantly try to not worry.&lt;br /&gt;So guys, life is tremendously short enjoy the time you have, live for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114335595986429724?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114335595986429724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114335595986429724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114335595986429724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114335595986429724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114249098200917939</id><published>2006-03-16T17:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:06:22.073+10:30</updated><title type='text'>IM ANGRY</title><content type='html'>You people should be ashamed of yourselves. Well not all of you, but those who think shops should be open over public holidays. Why cant people last a day or two without a supermarket? I mean do you shopping a day before hand. It is a public holiday isn’t it? Does that not mean that it is a holiday for the public ie everyone. So why should those who work in retail have to work another day so that you may not be inconvenienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work bloody hard in my job and if someone complains to me about us not being open, my response is that we have to have our breaks too. They can never respond to that either. How would you like it if you had to work on Christmas day, Easter or any other public holiday? Joan Hall sent out a calendar with all the public holidays highlighted on it. Then she goes tries to pass a bill so that shops would remain open. ….. Let me get this right Joan …. You give us a calendar showing us when we should have a day off ….. you want us to work them while you laze about on your fat arse applying make up to those already very black eyes (do you use shoe polish on them or something?)? That means the whole point of the calendar was really to show us when we wont be able to have a long earned rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how can people no survive. Here is a tip PLAN YOUR TIME!!!! If I know there is a holiday coming up I load up on the farmers union so I wont run out. HOW HARD IS IT???&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE PEOPLE. On a public holiday have a BBQ, garden, make a model plane, eat a space cake. I don’t care just get over the fact that the shops will be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO STICK YOUR HEAD UP YOUR COIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114249098200917939?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114249098200917939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114249098200917939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114249098200917939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114249098200917939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-angry.html' title='IM ANGRY'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114242488308177391</id><published>2006-03-15T22:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:44:43.193+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>a big rant about public holidays and why those working in retail shouldn't have to work them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114242488308177391?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114242488308177391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114242488308177391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114242488308177391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114242488308177391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-114196579224793272</id><published>2006-03-10T14:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:13:12.270+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a Rant</title><content type='html'>My fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching certain things happen to people is not always fun. I mean watching emil run into a fence or gate is. But watching some poor person have a seizure is not. Thursday whilst at my bar course, one of the students had one. Now whilst being obliged to help I wanted to run a way at the same time. Once everything was out of the way all we could do was watch and hope to dear god he didn’t swallow his own tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for most of you out there thinking oh a seizure isn’t a big thing, let me tell you it is. It is scary for all involved, especially when you are subject to them yourself. If I had to chose between having one and watching one I would have one any day. Mainly because you cant remember it and believe me I know. This may seem a somewhat short and dark blog but I feel I must warn those around me. My usual joking attitude about my condition has changed recently. Whilst sometimes I may joke about it, lately I have found it more depressing or serious than usual. After seeing what I go through and what I make those around me go through I feel somewhat apologetic. Now I know I cant help it and I know you guys don’t need or want me to apologise but for some reason I feel I have too. Just like when I give you money for driving me around. Guys take it, please. I cant repay the favour of giving you a lift so take it as a token of my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps this may seem all over the place so forgive me for my style of writing on this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-114196579224793272?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/114196579224793272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=114196579224793272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114196579224793272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/114196579224793272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-rant.html' title='Just a Rant'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113930642964253191</id><published>2006-02-07T20:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:30:29.666+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the lack of input into my own blog. It is rather sad that I, the bullshit master himself can not think of subjects to write about. However, today I will endeavour to sit down and write a log for you devoted readers numbering a total of two (myself included).&lt;br /&gt;Recently as some of you may be aware I have taken up a very slack form of gardening. I’m not sure if I am any good at it though. I don’t happen to be killing the things so I must be doing something right. I have planted watermelon capsicums (black ones) and somehow magically some pumpkins have turned up. Frankly the caps are bastards as they are resisting all my efforts to make them bear produce. In fact after ten weeks this is all that has happened. (see pic 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/cap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkins are growing well except they seem to have a great ability to rot very quickly. However, with the amount that are growing compared with the amount that are rotting, I should come out with at least one pumpkin. (see pic 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/pum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My watermelons are going well except for some bastard possum taking a liking to them. Luckily, the bastard possum is only sticking to one melon at a time, instead of eating a small chunk out of all of them. (see pic 3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/eaten%20melon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the dumb cunt pissing blood Keith! - Chopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe is drawing closer. Sam and myself are set to travel within four months. That is once we have organised our airfare etc. We are lazy. However, the two of us will be having one hell of a send off. You will laugh, you will cry maybe even get lucky. Anyway, what I would like to know is where should we have this fantastic little send off. Should one of the two trouble makers host it, should a hall be hired or should we do it at a pub? Give me your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113930642964253191?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113930642964253191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113930642964253191' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113930642964253191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113930642964253191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-fellow-bloggers-i-apologise-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113791164910310253</id><published>2006-01-22T17:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:04:09.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Mellons...They Are At Least A Size C</title><content type='html'>Fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a beautiful pair of melons out in my back yard. They are big luscious and green. That’s right they are watermelons. I have recently discovered I have a bit of a green thumb. Except I keep forgetting to water the things and in temperatures they soon die. Anyway, I am digressing, I have always wanted to grow watermelons for some reason. I would assume that its because I can use them to smuggle alcohol to places, eat them or throw them off a roof or out the back of a moving car. It is actually quite a sight watching a watermelon being thrown from the back of a hatch back (makes one hell of a mess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lleyton is annoying me lately …. Correction he is always annoying me. I mean blaming the courts surface for his loss is pretty pathetic, cricketers, golfers and pretty much every other sports player have to put up with different surfaces. Face it Lleyton your losing your touch. And as for Graham Cornes, you’re a tool mate. If you had your head any further up Lleytons arse, your nose would be his Adams apple. You criticised all those who dislike Hewitt (fair enough it’s a free country) but you almost made it sound as though it was our fault he lost. Tell me how many people in the grand stands boo Hewitt? That’s right not many, so it can’t be us. Why do you like Hewitt anyway? In my eyes I see him as a spoilt little rich kid. Although to his credit he is mellowing out a bit, but I still see him as an arse. People who say Lleyton is our greatest export get stuffed. How much money has he brought into the state? Compare this to Penfolds Wines for example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way that’s my whinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113791164910310253?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113791164910310253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113791164910310253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113791164910310253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113791164910310253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/01/mellonsthey-are-at-least-size-c.html' title='Mellons...They Are At Least A Size C'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113712528120270364</id><published>2006-01-13T14:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:38:01.233+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Humanity</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a disturbing movie last night, it made me think how horrible life can be. It was about a bunch of US soldiers in Vietnam. To skip to the gory bit this group of 5 or 6 soldiers raided this village, kidnapped a young girl and eventually gang rapped her and then killed her. WHY? I mean I know it’s a movie and all but the sad thing is that this sort of stuff happens all the time. Look at Iraq, recently there was abu grabe (if that’s how you spell it) prison where a bunch of US soldiers tortured the inmates. Now I don’t mean to pick on the yanks here there are stories of every race and religion doing this. WHY? I mean seriously how can one fellow human being do this sort of stuff to another. No body wants this done to them (except maybe those who are masochistic) so why would you do it to someone else. I’m not really sure why I’m ranting on about this but the movie made me think so I figured I would write about it.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113712528120270364?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113712528120270364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113712528120270364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113712528120270364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113712528120270364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-humanity.html' title='Oh The Humanity'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113620945711338369</id><published>2006-01-02T23:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:14:17.136+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>Bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must make a correction to all my fellow friends who are saying 'GIGGIDA GIGGIDA'. This is not how it is spelt or pronounced. This saying comes from quagmire a sex obsessed pilot from family guy. HE says 'Giggidy Giggidy'. That is a Y people not an A. So please take this on board when saying this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/quagmire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113620945711338369?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113620945711338369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113620945711338369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113620945711338369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113620945711338369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2006/01/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113566521518173551</id><published>2005-12-27T17:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:03:35.206+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go, Here We Go, Here We Go</title><content type='html'>Lads and Lasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months to go. That’s right in 5 months I am to be headed off to Europe with my friend samadoochi. For 15 weeks the two of us are going to be causing havoc throughout the European mainland (and England as well). Passports have been ordered and we tickets for Australia v Japan in Kaiserslaughtern applied for. All that is really left to organise is a couple of plane tickets and maybe a bit of accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the late Big Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’M EXCITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113566521518173551?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113566521518173551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113566521518173551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113566521518173551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113566521518173551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-we-go-here-we-go-here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go, Here We Go, Here We Go'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113447376716134898</id><published>2005-12-13T22:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:06:07.183+10:30</updated><title type='text'>So Very Sad</title><content type='html'>Bloggers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was the first time in my life that I was ashamed to call myself an Aussie. The blatant Racism and ‘Gang Land’ style attacks and attitudes that were displayed there were absolutely appalling. I mean what has happened to our once tolerant society? Sure the gang that attacked those life savers deserve to be punished, but by taking it out on innocent people of the same race is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people living in Sydney and attacking each other. Just Stop. I mean stabbing a man in the back, shooting people, smashing cars and property, what does it achieve? You just anger the other side even more they retaliate then you retaliate. It becomes one viscous cycle. What am I going to say to the people over in Europe next year when they call us a racist country? I mean fuck man if we keep going the way we are why don’t we re-introduce the white Australia policy. (I don’t mean that, I’m trying to make a point, for those morons out there who think I am serious). Australia is based on a multicultural society where we once all lived in harmony (and in 98% of the places still do). Just look at my group of friends people from pretty much every continent in the world. So people follow our example and make peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also interested to hear your opinion so leave a post. Am I the minority or the majority of the Australian public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113447376716134898?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113447376716134898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113447376716134898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113447376716134898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113447376716134898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-very-sad.html' title='So Very Sad'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113246461333421391</id><published>2005-11-20T15:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:00:13.356+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Half way there!</title><content type='html'>Bloggers….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me, are fully aware that I tend to say things and never get round to doing it. Well, yesterday that changed I have said to many people that I disliked working at my store and was going to step down and quit. I am now half way there. Yesterday I walked up to my manager and said that I no longer wished to be the nightfill / duty manager of the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a short informal interview with the manager of a different company and with any luck I will soon be in a place on new employment. After five long years it looks like will be leaving the 4 walls of the supermarket I know so well. I don’t dislike the people I work with. Its just the morons at the top of the chain. They decide to cut wages meaning that more and more pressure gets put on fewer and fewer people. Five years ago to do a certain job you were given 30 man hours to do it, now we are given anywhere between 12 to 19 hours. Tell me how does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future from here is going to be a little shaky for a bit, but it will all be worth it because I will no longer have the stress of that place placed solely on my shoulders at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113246461333421391?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113246461333421391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113246461333421391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113246461333421391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113246461333421391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/11/half-way-there.html' title='Half way there!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-113058934411423845</id><published>2005-10-29T22:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:05:44.136+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-113058934411423845?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/113058934411423845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=113058934411423845' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113058934411423845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/113058934411423845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112956176226625217</id><published>2005-10-18T00:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:39:22.276+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.  I just got home from work, and figured that i had better update my blog.  I dont really have much to talk about.  Roll cages came in today so that was interesting.  Im just talking to one of my mates about my work values.  so i figured id talk about how i hate it when people don't work at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a belief that if you get a job you try at the job 100%.  You don't turn up and figure bugger it someone else will do the job for me.  It just puts pressure on everyone else, then those people left behind have to finish off your work. You can see it in some people too, you just wnat to kick em up the arse.  im not entierly talking about work here either, anywhere in life.  Work as i mentioned is probably the biggest, then there are things like when you go away on a holiday with your mates.  You gotta help out in one way or another other wise all your mates will get pissed off at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost reached the 4 Gb mark on my ipod mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just sat there ant thought what your life holds for you in the future.  It sometimes can be scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and Mates are amongst the most important things in life.  Dont take these people for granted.  In my life they are the ones that look out for me and i look out for them.  Have fun with these people don't get into an argument with them over some menial issue and dont let somebody try to take them away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have run out of material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112956176226625217?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112956176226625217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112956176226625217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112956176226625217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112956176226625217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112896202052033916</id><published>2005-10-11T02:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-11T02:03:40.536+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Its a Fair and Equitable System</title><content type='html'>Fellow Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said in the past that I will not delve into the world of politics, however, today I shall. I can not believe the stupidity of some politicians. Our lovely PM (if you can call him that) has decided to introduce some work place reforms into parliament. He claims, that it will be fairer for the Australian people, yet to my understanding the majority of people pushing for this legislation are big wigs who own or run companies. This legislation will enable people who own companies of less that 100 staff to write new contracts for staff and leave out many of the rights we have today. There will only be 4 basic rights left. You won’t even be able to take the company to court if you are fired for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard claims that the Australian public will take home more pay. Yet when he was asked if he would make a law to guarantee that no Australian would be worse off under this act, he dodged and weaved and came up with a meagre response "My Guarantee is my record". I mean what kind of response is that. If we went by his record I would be worried too. He has blatantly lied and then squirmed his way out of it. He when treasurer got the country into more debt than Labor ever did. He deports Australians (its his government). The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one hope this thing doesn’t get through. For all of you out there who think it should, when you lose half of your basic rights because your boss decided to change your contract, don’t say I didn’t warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112896202052033916?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112896202052033916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112896202052033916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112896202052033916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112896202052033916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-fair-and-equitable-system.html' title='Its a Fair and Equitable System'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112783350174881469</id><published>2005-09-28T00:16:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:35:01.763+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MEH</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to talk about what sam suggested i talk about, see the postings in 'what to write about'.  Sam your first topic i can't even write about, i have actually met a political refugee.  This person spent a while in baxter, and was forced to come here on one of those rickety old boats you mention.  It has scared them deeply, and every time they go into detail about it tears begin to stream down their face.  So whilst this part  was meant to be in light hearted spirit i can not in good conciounce joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the serious part over.  My favourite childhood memory was being hit in the head by a cricket bat.  NO, seriously i think my favourite childhood memories were pretty much all of year 7, that was one of the best years.  Our sporting teams won almost every game, and we were the big guys of the school.  Where everyone in the year knew each other and we began to see what life was really all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the importance of being earnest.  I wouldn't know lets ask john.  John 1,000 words on this topic please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOwever i can explain emil somehow managing not to injure himself when out on the town.  FOr starters he is drunk, and you don't feel anything when you are drunk.  Secondly, THe amount of alcohol in his system automatically sterilises any wounds he should recieve meaning the worst he will ever get will be a graze.  Finally and most importantly i think emil is just one lucky mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112783350174881469?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112783350174881469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112783350174881469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112783350174881469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112783350174881469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/meh.html' title='MEH'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112731970125063614</id><published>2005-09-22T01:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:51:41.266+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/windmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Bloggers.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would appear that Mr. Thearle here would like me to talk about some things distinctly Dutch. So i shall tend to his every waking need of learining about Dutch stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up are Clogs.&lt;br /&gt;Clogs are a traditional Dutch shoe. They have been worn since the 13th century and are made entierly out of wood. They originally were used by workers in mines, factories and farms as they protected the feet. In fact today some clogs are even certified as safety equipment. This is ironic considering that if you trip in them you can quite easaily break your ankle. Apparently they are good for correcting posture, and allow your feet to breathe and stay dry even if you are working in the wet. Today however many clogs are made out of synthetic material and are worn by people all over the world, infact many chefs wear them in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/old%20clog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/old%20clog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/old%20clog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/old%20clog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/old%20clog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/old%20clog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second of all Windmills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just in-case any of you don't know what this is, i will describe it for you. Its a big thing with some blades on it and they turn when the wind blows. They are used to generate electricty these days, but if you go back far enough they were used to crush stuff into powders, pump water or do something where they needed a lot of force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/windmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/windmill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasty John tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a flower, i mean seriously what moron does not know that. John are you an idiot or something. I mean its a flower and they grow a shit load over there. They even use them for festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/tulip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/tulip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sam your ideas will follow in the next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time cya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112731970125063614?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112731970125063614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112731970125063614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112731970125063614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112731970125063614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/fellow-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112722654739229276</id><published>2005-09-20T23:55:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:59:07.400+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What to write about</title><content type='html'>bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am running low on ideas for me to write on.  If you got a good one let me know.  Also from now on each blog i write, i will give out a virtual prize to the author of the post which i deem the best.  THis one does not count&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112722654739229276?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112722654739229276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112722654739229276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112722654739229276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112722654739229276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-to-write-about_20.html' title='What to write about'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112703459684816431</id><published>2005-09-18T18:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:20:54.250+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent a good amount of time writing on this and then the I lost the whole lot. That Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAtham and his diaries. I used to have respect for this man. But not anymore. Much of what he has written about happens in real life not just in politics. Go into any workplace and you will notice there are nick names (an example at work is 'where's Wally'). Back stabbing happens too. In my view latham should have just sucked it up and dealt with it. Sure write the diaries but don't go publishing the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pistachios are addictive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricane Katrina. Horrible stuff to happen any where. But to tell you the truth I just don't care (by this I mean I am no longer shocked at these disasters). Ever since sept 11 2001. That shock value isn't there anymore. The London bombings I was shocked for maybe 5 mins and then got sick of watchin the same footage over and over again because the media didn't have a clue what was happening. Whilst George W did screw the pooch on this one and whilst many people got hurt and lost lives or even worse, I just don't really care. I feel sorry for the victims but its happened so why should we have keep hearing the same stories on 7 times a day. What slightly angers me is that all these documentaries, Oprah shows and so forth are coming out about how horrible it is, but I don't think I saw one when the tsunami hit. (sure there were plenty of how it happened segments, but non that went in and actually looked around.) Did Oprah or other big celebrities send a convoy of food and water to Indonesia etc. And do a show on it? (That really was a question because I don't have a clue). I think that one of the reasons why I don't care that much anymore is because the media have leeched these disasters for all they are worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shave or Not to Shave? That is the Question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next rambling is about sport. Can you read this Billy? Not too dark? Should I only put spin into this? Nah, you still probably couldn't see it then either could you? Hey maybe you should pull out the light meter.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I don't get. People treating sport like a religion. I mean when they become depressed when their team loses or something. Or when their team is playing they won't go out. Ok finals games I can kind of understand. But watching sport religiously I just don't get. I am an absolute cricket fan and I don't watch every second of a match. That's just nuts. Lets take tennis for example. I do not see how someone can watch a whole game where a little green ball is hit from end to another until it goes out and then some spoilt rich little wanker yells out 'C'MON' and does a stupid little hand movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's my spew.&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112703459684816431?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112703459684816431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112703459684816431' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112703459684816431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112703459684816431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112598202269744341</id><published>2005-09-06T14:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:17:02.706+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy</title><content type='html'>Family Guy is GOOD.  Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112598202269744341?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112598202269744341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112598202269744341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112598202269744341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112598202269744341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-guy.html' title='Family Guy'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112589453105076518</id><published>2005-09-05T13:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:58:51.060+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112589453105076518?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112589453105076518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112589453105076518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112589453105076518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112589453105076518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112557825845481689</id><published>2005-09-01T22:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:07:38.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much really</title><content type='html'>THis is just a post to get my blog to work again (hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112557825845481689?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112557825845481689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112557825845481689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112557825845481689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112557825845481689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-much-really.html' title='Nothing much really'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112522076345946718</id><published>2005-08-28T17:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:49:23.520+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a Farmers Union Iced Coffee or it Nothin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/farmers_union_iced_coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/farmers_union_iced_coffee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel i should inform you that i have an addiction to Iced Coffee. But not any ordinary Iced Coffee. It has to be a Farmers Union. I can't stand that other crap or even those mediocre ones in cafe's. No my friends Farmers Union is the only way to go. In SA you pretty much have to adhere to the rule 'It's a Farmers Union Iced Coffee or it's Nothing' In fact any of you who disagree just look at the facts. The devoted fans and those who drink it on the whim consume 22,000,000 liters of the stuff. I personally consume roughly 1.2 to 1.8 L each day which works out to be 438 - 657 L per year that equates to about .002 % for the years total. IM DOIN MY BIT WHERE ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUIC as i shall call it from here on in has become so popular it has been heritage listed in south australia. Only now have the other states come round to drinking it in thier states as well. This is good because last time i went interstate i had withdrawals. I would wake up with the craving and would not be able to quench it for the day making me extremly irratable. In fact i do believe that i have a chemical dependancy on the stuff. People often wonder how i can drink so much and so quickly. I call it training. I can now down 600 ml and not need to poo. some people i have met can't even handle 375ml of the stuff. soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My european tour next year will be a struggle with out the blessed drink. I wonder if they have tought about developing patches, that certainly would help those who are trying to quit. i know someone who is trying to get off the stuff, it is going to be a long long road for him over the next few weeks. considering he has to watch several of his team members down the stuff every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently 3 of us at work decided to purchase a create of the stuff cos it was on special saved $2.10 each thats almost another iced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO THE FARMERS UNION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112522076345946718?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112522076345946718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112522076345946718' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112522076345946718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112522076345946718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-farmers-union-iced-coffee-or-it.html' title='It&apos;s a Farmers Union Iced Coffee or it Nothin.'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112506830523218029</id><published>2005-08-27T00:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:28:25.236+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>Bloggers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short one.  my computer died a while back, preventing myself from ranting on an on about random things.  HOwever, i am now back in service having my hard drive replaced.  so when i find something of suitable ranting quality i shall write a rather large blog for to replace my abscence.  Oh and thanks for the concern Bek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112506830523218029?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112506830523218029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112506830523218029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112506830523218029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112506830523218029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaack'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112262868500377397</id><published>2005-07-29T18:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:55:47.770+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang, They Shot Me Down, Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/749/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in pain. Today i went paintballing. After a some what rocky start which i have decided to blame on emil we started playing. It was an awesome day until someone decided to play all on all. When all on all was initiaded i was shot in the back at least six times and all within the space of two seconds. The pain was incredible it was like nothing i had ever felt before. just take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112262868500377397?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112262868500377397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112262868500377397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112262868500377397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112262868500377397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/bang-bang-they-shot-me-down-bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang, They Shot Me Down, Bang Bang'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112251682592365049</id><published>2005-07-28T11:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:43:48.220+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Whinge Whinge Whinge</title><content type='html'>Bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it.  I really can't stand it when people complain and want things changed to thier way which are completley unrealistic.  Sure i will admit i am no saint in this department i am often the first to pipe up about something however, much of the time i am just stuffing around.  For instance all these people on today tonight and local newspapers who want the government to do this or do that.  I mean really think about it ladies and lads.  We can complain about what the government and councils are not doing but then when they do fix you compain about something else or how high the rates are because they had to fix that problem.  Its called Maslows hierachy of need.  i know that sound technical but look it up and you will understand.  Everyone has something they want or want to achieve once we have achieved or got it we go onto the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, somethings are just unrealistic.  the government and councils have something called a budget.  If they use that budget up they can't do anything for the rest of the financial year.  Lets use a bad example.  Say somone comaplains about the state of a road and rallys people to get it fixed.  The council bows to the nagging and whinging of these do-gooders and they fix the road but blow the budget, there is no more money left just enough to pay bill and pay the staff.  then six months later a big storm hits and several trees fall onto the road and need to be cleaned up.  But oh no theres no money for petrol so the council guys cant get to the site.  Walk i hear you say.  ok fair enough they walk down there with their chainsaws and mulchers but oh no mulchers and chainsaws work off petrol too can't use them either.  use a saw you then say, ok they use a saw but how the hell do they get the giant chunks of gum tree back to the counicil depot they can't carry them they are too big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see people the council and government can't win on monetary issues.  i could go into politics about howard and all his little shit heads but that would cause people to get angry.  don't worry the fact that we soon won't have any rights as a worker will get you angry enough any way.  Oh sorry you'll get four basic rights then everything else we will lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112251682592365049?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112251682592365049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112251682592365049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112251682592365049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112251682592365049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/whinge-whinge-whinge.html' title='Whinge Whinge Whinge'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112229230264165378</id><published>2005-07-25T21:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:21:42.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Police</title><content type='html'>Bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that i should become an officer of the Fashion Police.  I am begining to become somewhat annoyed at what some people define as 'fashionable' or 'socially acceptable' clothing.  Now i admit i have commited many offences under these laws in my time.  In fact i still wear my sneakers just about everywhere i go, i have refused to conform to the 'white' shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some poeople need to be taken out and whipped or something.  My last post was on Ugh boots and how inappropriate they are in public.  I now am getting annoyed at the latest fashion some women have picked up which is 'cowboy boots'.  Now don't get me wrong, the actual design of the boot is fine but some women are murdering the whole idea of them.  Ladies if you are going to wear them make sure you dont tuck you jeans into them.  If you must make sure that the jeans are the skin type ones and not the lose legged ones.  It ruins the whole out fit and it detracts from your figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112229230264165378?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112229230264165378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112229230264165378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112229230264165378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112229230264165378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/fashion-police.html' title='Fashion Police'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112156829435198499</id><published>2005-07-17T11:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:14:54.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties and Ugh Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, Gentlemen and fellow bloggers... firstly my previous post entitled lalala was made for the pure and simple reason that my blog stuffed up. For some reason periodically the demons within these blogs attack my fantabulous site, they cause small problems to occur. However, I have discovered a way to rid these nasty demons from my place of blog, and that is to simply post another one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second point today is Ugh Boots. If that is indeed how you spell ugh boots (that bits for you john). I am sick to death of these things being in fashion. I ask you since when was it ever hip and trendy to be wearing you slippers to town? Ok, I my self used to have a pair of these ugh boots, but I used them like slippers should be used. Ugh boots are designed to be worn inside the house to keep your feet warm from that cold tiled floor. You may even be able to go to the extreme and wear them to you letter box but that’s about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these people thinking hrmmm what shall I wear to town today? I know my best top my best set of jeans and accessories and …. No I don’t think ill wear my best set of shoes I know I’ll wear my ugh boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it people ugh boots don’t look good on the streets. They were designed to be worn around the house, not on the streets like the newest fashion item. Lets take a quick overall look at ugh boots and why they aren’t suitable for out of the home use. For starters they are made out of sheep skin, when they get wet they will smell. Face it rundle mall in the middle of winter is not exactly suffering from a drought. You take your ughies down there and they are bound to get wet and those little stains that creep up the side like when you wear a hat and you sweat heaps. Second, the grip on those things … hang on what grip? There is just no grip on the underside, meaning that if you gotta move somewhere quick your going to end up on your arse, don’t forget its winter and it rains making things slippery. Third of all and the last one cos I cant think of any more at this point in time, is that they just don’t look good even if they are pink. They were never meant to be a fashion item, they make the wearer look like they belong in a trailer park or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the mothers who go through a mid life crisis, where they try to be like their daughters? Well they are now copying this trend of ugh boots. I feel like saying to them ‘lady they don’t look good on your daughter, so they most certainly won’t look good on you.’ So for crying out loud all you so called trendy women out there don’t wear ugh boots outside your own premises, I have talked to so many people lately who just hate the things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Welcome back john.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112156829435198499?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112156829435198499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112156829435198499' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112156829435198499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112156829435198499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/technical-difficulties-and-ugh-boots.html' title='Technical Difficulties and Ugh Boots'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112132090619164149</id><published>2005-07-14T15:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:31:46.196+09:30</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112132090619164149?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112132090619164149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112132090619164149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112132090619164149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112132090619164149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112123606333939890</id><published>2005-07-13T15:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:57:43.346+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly our johnny boy is soon to be on his way home to the land of oz. Where he will no longer have any stray cats chasing after him, unfortunately stray dogs is a bit of a problem. The moment he takes his metro-sexual self to rundle mall during school holidays, well everyone knows what will happen its happened to the best if us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday soon too. so those of you who I have asked to go paintballing fucking respond. it'll be a fun day of shooting each other and running around in the mud. I really need to shave its starting to get itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Found a couple of great websites the other day. the first one is &lt;a href="http://www.customerssuck.com/"&gt;www.customerssuck.com&lt;/a&gt; its all stories of really shit customers there are some real great stories in there. The other site is &lt;a href="http://www.earth.google.com/"&gt;www.earth.google.com&lt;/a&gt; this ones really cool. you download this program its about 10mb (so rob should download it in around half a second.) once you install it on your computer you can look at the earth from a series of satellite photos. you can zoom in so close that you can actually see your house and shit. the photos are no more than 5 years old so its pretty recent too. everyone should download this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112123606333939890?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112123606333939890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112123606333939890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112123606333939890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112123606333939890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/bloggers-firstly-our-johnny-boy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-112053397827157934</id><published>2005-07-05T12:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:56:19.176+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wanted:  Becasue I'm a Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is an interesting place. It was one of my co-workers birthday shindigs the other day. Whilst I regret that I did not attend (unfortunately I had two massive assignments to do) I was told by some other people who were there that I am a wanted man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted how? I hear you ask. Well, simply she wants to fuck me brains out! Two of my work mates are 'courting' at the moment and the guys was introduced to one of her friends. My female work friend promptly tells my mate that she wants to fuck me. my mate asks why and he is told that it is because I am a manager. (And I thought this job didn't have its perks.). I have never met this woman, and she has never seen me before and because I become a duty manager at work she wants me to tickle the little man in the boat for her. well I suppose its what ever float your boat isn't it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I have heard of women going for money, whips and chains, or geeks and freaks but managers?! That is something new for me.  However, i do believe that i shall decline the offer, should you want to know my reasons why, well you'll just have to ask me face to face won't you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untill next time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  Hows the grammar John?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-112053397827157934?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/112053397827157934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=112053397827157934' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112053397827157934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/112053397827157934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/07/wanted-becasue-im-manager.html' title='Wanted:  Becasue I&apos;m a Manager'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111977277622277813</id><published>2005-06-26T17:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:29:36.226+09:30</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Bloggggggggggggerrs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured i had better update this thing cos it has been a while.  Why must computers be so difficult, i just get broad band and it is stuffing up already.  There is no major difference between the dial up i used to have and the broadband i have today as you can imagine this has annoyed me somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no real idea what to talk about so im just going to rabbit on till my mind runs dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in a few weeks im gonna start organising a paintball shindig.  So those of you who know me let me know your interest, and don't be picky!  i hate it when people say 'yeah ill come but only if its on a tuesday'.  cos someone else has already said to me 'oh only if its on a friday'.  AND DON"T SAY MAYBE EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i love paintball.  I don't trust Emil in the game though, he never listens to the ref, or anyone for that matter.  the first time we went a whole bunch of us were sitting in the 'safety zone' where we can take our helmets off (we leave the guns outside) and emil walks straight in gun and all and starts talking a way swinging the gun, sending everyone for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is a bad singer.  right now she is singing about her subject no real tune just singing away its shitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stocktake the other night.  7.5 hours no break.  hope i get paid for it. was there till 12:45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new digital camera.  its cool.  10x optical zoom, 4 mega pixel.  i dont need anything bigger than that cos im not gonna blow the pictures up that big anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 assignments to go then im finished.  i will be happy but sad at the same time.  the guys are good company but some of the work is horrid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i c you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111977277622277813?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111977277622277813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111977277622277813' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111977277622277813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111977277622277813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111863334743882881</id><published>2005-06-13T12:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:59:07.443+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Quote(s) For The Day</title><content type='html'>If your eyes hurt after you drink coffee, you have to take the                spoon out of the cup.&lt;br /&gt;               - - -Norm Crosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is useless to hold a person to anything he says while he's in                love, drunk, or running for office.&lt;br /&gt;               - - -Shirley MacLaine&lt;br /&gt;Thats for you Mr. Howard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111863334743882881?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111863334743882881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111863334743882881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111863334743882881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111863334743882881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-quotes-for-day.html' title='Random Quote(s) For The Day'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111807414057745908</id><published>2005-06-07T01:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:39:00.580+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tiresome</title><content type='html'>Bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say .... whilst i find my current occupation satisfactory why do i need to be there till 1am.  This is insane for going on into its second week i have been there till the early hours of the morning.  1:45 here 1:20 there 12:30 back there.  its becoming a strain.  well thats my bitch done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto some sickening stuff.  the current lacky at work walked into the storeroom today after cleaning the carpark, and proceded to tell me about what he had seen.  Get this.  Some bitch let her young son take a dump in the carpark.  when my friend the lacky walked around the corner and the mother saw him she just pulled up the kids pants and walked off.  Now i ask you.  WHAT kind of SICK FUCK does that.  there is a toilet in the store and this isn't the 17th century.  i told the lacky to tell to buzz off next time and that they are not welcome in the store anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and john.  i may be in aisle 2 but you my friend would be on register 1.  there isn't a huge gap there son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill next time bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111807414057745908?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111807414057745908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111807414057745908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111807414057745908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111807414057745908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/06/tiresome.html' title='Tiresome'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111786282099232047</id><published>2005-06-04T14:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:57:00.996+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Boradband</title><content type='html'>i finally got broadband WooooooooooHoooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111786282099232047?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111786282099232047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111786282099232047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111786282099232047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111786282099232047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/06/boradband.html' title='Boradband'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111751925067474220</id><published>2005-05-31T15:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:30:50.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i currently have a cold and i hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111751925067474220?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111751925067474220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111751925067474220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111751925067474220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111751925067474220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/being-sick.html' title='Being Sick'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111694116621363733</id><published>2005-05-24T22:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:56:06.236+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My Bus Ticket</title><content type='html'>bloggers.  its amazing what one thinks when walking home late at night.  i was walking home tonight after work and thought about how recenlty someone was mugged or robbed by a bunch of stupid fuckers with knives.  so i thought to myself ill show them ill take all my cards out my wallet and dump em in my pocket.  nothing happened of course it was a safe trip home infact the only thing that happened was a tiny dog verbally abused me (barked at me a lot) whilst its owener verbally abused it to get back inside.  anyway as i pull all the cards out my pocket i notice that i am one bus ticket short.  i think to myself damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like starbursts, they taste yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Splinter cell movie is coming out yay.  i love the game i hope the movie is good to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111694116621363733?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111694116621363733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111694116621363733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111694116621363733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111694116621363733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-lost-my-bus-ticket.html' title='I Lost My Bus Ticket'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111660364874809724</id><published>2005-05-21T00:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:10:48.753+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream lollipops</title><content type='html'>I don't like ice cream lollipops, they taste funny.  i like the other flavours like cola and orange though.  Why is it that a 1am you think of the most random stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see  kylie has contracted breast cancer.  my heart goes out too her, having seen the effects it can have i hope she beats this thing. Although i did hear on the news that she was going to have surgery first thing this morning by that i mean yeterday.  i certainly hope they didn't shunt anyone in the qeue, i h ope she waited her turn.  i think it would be disgusting if regular mrs schmo had to wait for a same procedure becasue a celebrity was deemed to be more important.  eihter way i hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like spiced cookies.  you should all try them.  but only if your not allergic to any of the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when you think about it lifes too short.  80 odd years isn't that long.  we should all get out there  and do the things we love, and if its doing your lover then go for it, just make sure i'm not around.  seriously take up a sport, eat a pie, ask the girl out you have always wanted to but have been to afraid to ask, (in fact bugger it i'm goin to try that next time i see her).  just enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats green and smells like bacon?  Kermits finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111660364874809724?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111660364874809724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111660364874809724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111660364874809724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111660364874809724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/ice-cream-lollipops.html' title='Ice cream lollipops'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111582396159414967</id><published>2005-05-12T00:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:36:01.650+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Healthy Debate Continues.</title><content type='html'>Bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis seems to be a continuing feature, i had no idea how long this debate would string out for.  It would seem that some bloggers may have misinterpreted what i was trying to argue or i'm just not clear enough.  i write these at a late time so.  Anyways i have mentioned before that i have studied a course about communication and as a result i have read books and articles on the matter, i have also been using personal opinon in this debate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have been trying to debate is that commuinicaton (whilst important) is in my opinion not at the top of the list.  Up unitll this point by communication i have meant verbal communication there is also non-verbal communication which in my view is much more important.  Non-verbal communication is ranks in my opinion much higher than verbal.  see the thing is that no matter what you are doing you are always communicating.  prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN this aspect yes combine both forms of communication and you have the most important aspect of realtionships.  the look a couple give each other across the room even if they aren't dating yet gives away everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am tired and not really in the mood for debating this any further.  i sign off by saying that i believe that many of you may have mistaken my arguments and maybe at some point in the furture i will try to re write them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111582396159414967?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111582396159414967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111582396159414967' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111582396159414967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111582396159414967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/healthy-debate-continues.html' title='The Healthy Debate Continues.'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111573296846729884</id><published>2005-05-10T23:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:19:28.563+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I AM GODS GIFT TO WOMEN!!! (acctually no no i'm not)</title><content type='html'>Bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Week.  This week started out pretty glum.  It seemed like i was going to be working friday, saturday, sunday, and then monday thru friday again.  As one can imagine it seemed a little bad. However, i seem to be mistaken.  Within 2 days i have had 2 things or comments happen that have put me ontop of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't like bragging (too much).  However, i'm on a rather big high at the moment so what the hell.  firstly one of my workmates was picked up by his sister on saturday or something, (we constantly joke among ourselves about this guys sister, to try and stir this guy up {apparently shes hot} ).  any how he comes in monday and tells me in conversation that his sister thought i was 'a bit of a cutie'  so that made me feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, i am serving in the deli and this stunner of a woman comes up to me, cleavage showing (tactfully of course i dont go for the slutty type).  and hits one me, tell you what i had a smile from ear to ear for about an hour.  she comes up to the deli i turn around and say 'hi what would you like', she then replies 'umm, yeah can i get 3 of those chicken breasts please' all the while my brain is going don't look at her breasts don't look at her breasts.  any how whilst im getting the stuff she wants she asks me how my day was after i answered that she asked me a few other questoins, (now i am a man so i confuse any sign a woman gives me).  by this stage alarm bells begin to trigger cos im havin a conversation with a chick i normally wouldn't be able to talk to in public cos id be too nervous.  any way after she goes i ask one of the girls i work with and she confirmed it, the chick was hitting on me.  YEEEEEHAAAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe that if she comes in again and she strikes up another conversation i shall ask for her number.  Phatty if she rocked up on my arm somewhere i reckon you'd cry with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm goin to go and pop my overly huge head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111573296846729884?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111573296846729884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111573296846729884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111573296846729884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111573296846729884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-gods-gift-to-women-acctually-no.html' title='I AM GODS GIFT TO WOMEN!!! (acctually no no i&apos;m not)'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111539228008258802</id><published>2005-05-07T00:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:41:20.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Response</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry originally started out as a post replying to Ariel. However, I began to write a fair bit and figured I’d make it an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel. Please, calm your language, imagine what other expressions you could use instead of that filth to fill your quota of words for the day. Any how I digress. I do believe I read the word quota in one of those men are from mars and women are from Venus books. They really are quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comment about women being given the right to talk more than men I completely agree with, we just shouldn’t need to respond, you see there is a difference between talking and communication. As for your comments about women clinging to men if they don’t ring etc, if a man buys a woman flowers tells her he loves her and does romantic things for her why should they need to talk all the time. Yes, indeed some of the time conversation is needed, but then again so is making love. Besides why should women be insecure in their relationships, yes we look at other women SO WHAT its called HUMAN NATURE. Yes there are those few men who go out and cheat on their girlfriends, however I feel that for the most part men do not. I would put money on it that women do the same amount of perving on men as men do on women the only difference is that you do it quicker than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the animals, mammals and other living things on this earth. Tell me how many stick together through out their lives? That’s right, hardly any. So why should the Human being be any different? Now don’t get me wrong one day I would like to settle down get married and have kids, but women need to understand that most men will always look at other women, whilst in 99% of the time we love the woman we are with and are attracted to her it is an animal instinct of us males to look. Its like women going crazy once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get back on topic, Ariel you may say that communication is important, yes? Well then please explain to me this, your whole argument is based on why it is so important to communicate to keep a relation ship going, correct? Then why (and I have noticed this with every girlfriend I have had) do women always clam up on sensitive subjects? Huh? Every woman I have dated when we have gone through rough patches get this look every man who has had a girlfriend will know what I mean. You stare into nothing into a table out to the horizon doesn’t matter where you are you just get the look. Then the roles seem to reverse. The conversation then goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: honey what’s up?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: hm? Oh, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;M: there is something wrong I can tell, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;W: Hm, nothing really don’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;M: we have been going out for months now you can trust me, I might even be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;W: honestly, there is nothing wrong. Don’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl I went out with did this and after trying for 2 hours finally pulled out what was wrong, whilst I saw it coming a mile off it still shocked me (she broke off with me for those of you who don’t know). And you know what, she would have said nothing at all if I had not kept on prying. In fact this happens all the time and it is like trying to draw blood from a stone so it does work both ways. How about the silent treatment women serve up? Why not communicate what we did wrong? Another example of a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Honey?!&lt;br /&gt;Woman:&lt;br /&gt;Man: Honey?&lt;br /&gt;Woman:&lt;br /&gt;Man: Did I do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Woman:&lt;br /&gt;Man: what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Woman:&lt;br /&gt;Man: please just talk to me and tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it&lt;br /&gt;Woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about when women don’t tell significant other what they really think, that’s another problem isn’t it? Honesty and all. To get back to some of your other points. You say that you being to cling when we don’t call you or when we don’t pay attention or start pushing you away. Generally we start pushing you away because you get clingy. Imagine for us how it is when you say one thing and two minuets do another because you have changed your mind? (this has very little relevance to the argument but I felt I had to add it in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111539228008258802?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111539228008258802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111539228008258802' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111539228008258802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111539228008258802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/response.html' title='Response'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111521793476897402</id><published>2005-05-04T23:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:15:34.860+09:30</updated><title type='text'>3 minutes left</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today whilst at work i heard a funny thing.  You see we close at 9pm, and at 8:45, 8:50, 8:55 and 9:00 we do calls to inform the customers that we are closing.  for example it would go something like.  'attention customers, the time is now 8:45 and our store will be closing in just 15 minutes.  could you please assist us by finalising you purchases and making your way to the check out area.  on behalf of the staff and management we'd like to thank you for shopping here this evening.'.  however today one of the check out staff who is a little rebelious i spose you say called over the P.A. 'customers youv'e got 3 minuets left so hurry up and finish your shopping.'.  for a few seconds there was silence and shock coming from all the staff and then an erruption of laughter from all those who heard it.  this is one of the funniest things i have seen at work of late and figured i should share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeniffer Hawkings is hot.  OOOEEEE very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point in calling someone if you don't specifically need to talk about someone?  For instance why do some women call their significant other and have a conversation like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend:  'hello?'&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  'Hi honey how are you?'&lt;br /&gt;BF:  'fine and you?'&lt;br /&gt;W:  'good'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pause for a few seconds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF:  'So what did you want?'&lt;br /&gt;W:  'just to talk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pause for another few seconds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF:  'talk about what?'&lt;br /&gt;W:  'i dunno, what do you want to talk about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point one of a few things could happen.  first the guy could say well you called me and the conversation either go bad with the woman thinking he is being rude or it could continue on with its large uncomfortable silences for far too long in my opinion.  or alternitavely the bloke could hang up.  and finally the bloke could say nothing if  i had somehting to talk about id call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see i just don't see the point in long phone calls with extended moments of silence in them, its just  a wast of time.  why no actually talk to each other face to face that  way the silences will not be akward they will be intemate or romantic or something but not akward. i must point out that some men i have noticed and occasionally my self spen quite some time on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a pack of LE wagon wheels today.  i havent had em in quite some time and i am glad to see that they haven't changed flavour in anyway since they were taken over.  although there are now a few more flavours on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading a tom clancy book at the moment called a guided tour of a nuclear submarine, its quite interesting.  did you know to preserve food on long tours the submarine corps put a layer of wax of the eggs to give them a longer shelf life.  and that disel fuel is a good at absorbing gamma rays from the nuclear power plant.  (of course it wont stop them you still need a couple of inches of lead to stop the little bastards from killing you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my personal opinion the good old liberals have fucked up good and propper this time.  how the hell can you detain an Australian citizen and deport them to another counrty and then lose them?  Morons the whole lot of em.  i heard a good saying today.  Mr costello wants all of Australia to work longer (past the current retierment age).  All of Australia except for Mr Howard that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im off little stuffed&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111521793476897402?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111521793476897402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111521793476897402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111521793476897402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111521793476897402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-minutes-left.html' title='3 minutes left'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111491904641522315</id><published>2005-05-01T13:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:14:06.416+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny stuff</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;i found was put onto this cool website and found an interesting story its 9 pages long but its worht reading.  its at &lt;a href="http://customerssuck.com/cs/?m=show&amp;id=1020"&gt;http://customerssuck.com/cs/?m=show&amp;amp;id=1020&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111491904641522315?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111491904641522315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111491904641522315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111491904641522315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111491904641522315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny stuff'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111478606429155029</id><published>2005-04-29T23:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:17:44.293+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be reading another bloggers site the other day (&lt;a href="http://blandcanyon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blandcanyon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Now Petstarr happened to be writing about what photos men should not place on on-line dating sites, fair enough some of it is quite entertaining. The first group she notes about are those who use a photo of them and their beloved cars (idiots! are they compensating for something?). However, as some of you may well know I do not drive, its a combination of the government not allowing me and a personal choice. you see those of you who do not know me I am epileptic. I discovered that I was epileptic about four years ago, when one day whilst at work I felt somewhat funny and ended up having a seizure right in front of a bunch of customers, got taken to hospital and had another two there and that was it for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within those 2 years I went for my L's and got them first time, and was two or three steps away from gaining my P's when BANG! I had another one (at work again funnily enough). My licence was revoked due to medical conditions and haven’t seen it again, I can go for my L's again but I figure what if I have a seizure behind the wheel of a car? (Best case scenario: I hit a tree or have the handbrake on and only injure or kill my-self. Worst case: during the seizure my foot slams down onto the accelerator and I steer the car to the right hitting a family wagon with the parents and 3 kids in the back and kill all of them whilst I survive.). As you can see whilst I have a desire to drive I don't like the idea of having a seizure behind the wheel. Luckily I have a great bunch of mates who are willing to pick me up or drop me off and understand or listen to what pain I may go through. I do catch busses and stuff I am sill independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. I have thought whilst reading blandcanyon and at other times in the future will I meet a woman who will accept this or will it be as easy for me to meet women? I want to know! Petstarr has given her opinion, whilst I may not like the answer at least she was honest so for that I thank you. So I put the question to the rest of you ladies: does a man not being able to drive change your feelings for a guy (ie. take a few points off) or do they stay the same? and please answer honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111478606429155029?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111478606429155029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111478606429155029' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111478606429155029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111478606429155029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111461425864417696</id><published>2005-04-28T00:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:34:18.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>blogsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont know why but its late and im knackered so.  i just thought about it and women (well most anyway) are like cars.  why cos :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you constantly have to care for them (other wise they break down or cause problems)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fork out loads of money for things that seem to disapear just a quickly as you bought them (like petrol for the car or flowers for the lady)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were a few more but i forget cos om tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;however men are more like lamps:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ladies you turn us on (well some maybe not all of you cos all men got different tastes but  well yeah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111461425864417696?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111461425864417696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111461425864417696' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111461425864417696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111461425864417696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111461355285110110</id><published>2005-04-27T23:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:22:32.853+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>Bloggers..........................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed my u-boat. I am sad. you see I had only just began to master the torpedoes I had sunk a few merchant ships of her majesties fleet, and made the stupid mistake of trying to take on a one of her destroyers and they aint called destroyers for nothing there is a reason for it. any way I tried to sink this thing torpedoes 1 missed only just that caused them to notice so I dived as deep as I could but unfortunately hit the bottom in the process making a rather large bang. so whilst sitting on the bottom of the channel fixing up what damage I had caused to myself I happen to receive reports from my sonar operator that the destroyer is coming towards me, a few moments later I hear baawaaa......baawaa.......baawaa....baawaa..baawaa.baawaa then splosh.splosh.splosh......boom.boom.boom the little bastard found me and began to depth charge me, luckily he missed and I silently moved off at a mere 3 knots which is roughly 5 of 6 km/h if that wither way it was slow. so when I though it was safe I popped up to periscope depth and had a look around with my periscope as there was a storm above I didn’t notice that the destroyer was still up there and that a frigate had joined for some fun too so I surfaced, first bad move her majesties royal navy began shooting at my boat. as you can imagine I quickly did a u turn hit the throttle to the fastest I could got shot off a few torpedos off in the process trying to keep them away and maybe even hit one (all 5 missed) and dived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to evade the two hunters and sneak away, now this game has a time feature by where I can accelerate time up to 1024 time normal which is good cos travelling at a max 16 knots isn’t very quick and at normal speed would take me several days to complete just one mission. anyway after I have been under water for some time I checked the surface a little more thoroughly this time nothing there. I surfaced and plotted a course for home hit the *1024 button and watched my little submarine on the map moved quickly home, as I closed in on my home port the sonar man reported a friendly ship nearby now this map can misconceiving on one scale it looks like we aren't close on another we are, no I had the map zoomed in between so I’m thinking ah boats still quite a ways off and that the boat will take action to get out of my way well he didn’t and I crashed and sunk my u-boat into a friendly boat loosing everything I had done. not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111461355285110110?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111461355285110110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111461355285110110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111461355285110110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111461355285110110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111418130261290255</id><published>2005-04-22T23:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:18:22.613+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am writting this to you with some i suppose sadness.  no not sadness sorrow would be the right word.  today, one of my well whom i consider to be a good friends and workmates relatives died.  i wont say who this is, he may not want people to know, so i apologise if i have offended you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, what my purpose for witting this is what does one say when you know someone and a relative of theirs dies.  For me im sorry or my condolences just doesn't seem to cut the cake so to speak.  you kind of know what they are going through, cos most of us at this point in our lives have had a someone close to us die, but you cant just go out and say 'yeah i know how it feels' in fact its plain wrong.  i do feel quite sorry for my poor friend.  mainly due to the pain he is going to have to go through in the next few weeks. the trouble is i want to express my sympathy but no words seem to cut it in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so mate you know who you are should you read this and need a shoulder to lean on or someone to talk to i will listen and not give any advice unless you ask it you know where i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111418130261290255?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111418130261290255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111418130261290255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111418130261290255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111418130261290255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111410076329550348</id><published>2005-04-22T01:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:56:03.296+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Blogggggggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are we this morning? firstly to all those I happened to call the other night during my drunken escapades with Sam I’m sorry. actually I’m not but any way. that was one of the first times I have been slaughtered like that in about well over a year. and it probably wont happen for another while either, as I don't like checking myself into hospitals. (those of you who are wondering what I am talking about I am epileptic and must take medication to control my seizures.). anywho, if I get drunk again be sure you will receive another call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly id like to comment about a few bloggs I have read recently. there are so many I figured id respond here instead of each one. Pete congratulations and good on you for standing up to those stupid bastards I figure those c. u. next. Tuesdays. could do with a good old whipping. oh and I do drugs but I need em does that mean you don't like me? MIC my heart goes out to you should you ever need someone to talk to or just need a shoulder you know where I am. john seriously what are you not going to do over there? Modelling ha I almost had to change my shorts when I read that. in fact I’m still crying now (from a mix of laughter and visualisations [ie fear] of you on the cat walk). finally to the second to last anon poster, thank you I try feel free to keep commenting but next time add your name or a nick name so we know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be talking to someone at work today about the simpsons and why people are so obsessed with it. I mean do we sit down and watch it because it is a comfort for us, we come home and find that well at least there is another household out there more delusional than us, or is it for other reasons. I know its funny except for those original ones which just shit me to tears but why is it so popular, I mean for comedy relief I am more likely to watch family guy than the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really complain about customers lately cos none of em have pissed me off. I did put out a fire a t work the other day I thought that was pretty cool considering I have never used a decent sized fire extinguisher in my life. some putz had thrown their cigarette butt into the bin which in due corse put it into flames so I had to put it out. bit of advice: don't ever stand down wind when using an A.B:E fire extinguisher (that’s the red ones with a white stripe). its a relatively fine powder and you'll end up with a mouthful of the stuff if you aint careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submarines are cool. I just bought this submarine game I like it except I can't work out how to use the DAMNED torpedoes, I mean its WWII you should be able to just point them and shoot but oh no every time I aim these babies at a ship they just bounce off of their hulls its like I’m throwing a tennis ball at the side of a Mack truck it don’t do diddly. ill work it out though.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of subs id love to get a WWII u-boat and sail it along the Murray. id submerse it (that’s what they do, go under water) in a deep spot and every time a house boat sails past id sail behind em and surface right behind em. can you imagine the shock they’d get. he he.&lt;br /&gt;anyway I’m off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before I go a good prank to play. if you have ceiling fan place a few handful’s of flour along each blade. and then with till the next person turns it on. whooosh you have covered the place in flour they’ll be cleaning it up for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111410076329550348?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111410076329550348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111410076329550348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111410076329550348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111410076329550348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111260038160940483</id><published>2005-04-04T17:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:09:41.610+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Shity Music</title><content type='html'>Bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete posted a posting on my blog the other day asking if anyone had heard of his 'shitty' music.  well pete i haven't i don't believe that ross has either, nor has daniel, amy, andrew, pat or michale.  pete you get which group of people im talking about here.  however, i am sure that someone must have heard of your 'shitty ' music cos they got onto a cd didn't they?  and besides not all of it is shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and all people who decide to comment on my site, please don't just leave a comment like 'Jesus Christ!'.  i dislike that and its absoulutley no use to the current conversation that is underway.  so anon don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pete its not all that bad........... really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111260038160940483?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111260038160940483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111260038160940483' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111260038160940483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111260038160940483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/04/petes-shity-music.html' title='Pete&apos;s Shity Music'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111211085499008388</id><published>2005-03-30T00:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:10:54.993+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OMG &amp; WTF.  It can't be true!  Can it?</title><content type='html'>Hello blogger world!!! Isn’t life grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a bit of a shindig recently and I got talking to a lovely lady. We eventually got onto the topic of SEX. Yes that’s right folks sex. A rather big topic in today’s society. Now as this conversation progressed we got onto the topic of why men always want sex this is according to women cos we also want food, a beverage with some form of an alcohol content and sleep (the last one generally comes right after sex). Anyway I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic had gotten to the stage where we (at this point several other got into the conversation) were discussing why men seem to want women to want sex too. Or in other words enjoy it with men, and that there isn’t much point if women don’t want it. Now another man and myself said that it is something to do with the male ego and pride and that it just didn’t feel right to take advantage of a woman like that. Yet the women of this group were saying to my disbelief that they wouldn’t or don’t mind letting their significant other or previous partners ‘climb aboard’ and have a quick ‘poke around’ even if they are not in the mood. Why? I was always led to believe that this was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;Lady is this true? Or am I just hearing from the few who do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my next topic of interest for the day&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Vanstone. Dunno why I thought of her just did watchin the news or somethin and she was there. Either way I don’t like her and she is fat. I shall sign off now as I realised that if I go on too much about senator fatty I will start ranting and raving about politics and I try to avoid this. So until next time fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. keep the comments on the previous blog coming it certainly is interesting to see what others think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111211085499008388?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111211085499008388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111211085499008388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111211085499008388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111211085499008388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/03/omg-wtf-it-cant-be-true-can-it.html' title='OMG &amp; WTF.  It can&apos;t be true!  Can it?'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111136840690248077</id><published>2005-03-21T11:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:56:46.903+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Violence</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. MIC asked me for my opinion of violence against women. One Guess people? I don’t care for it. The only time a man should ever and I mean ever lash out at a woman is if he is being attacked by her first. And even then it should only be to the extent of personal defence. Any man who is violent towards a woman deserves to be sent to the Gulag (a prison in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Russia). If you ask me I just don’t see how woman can stay with men like that, they get hit and abused but they still stay, WHY?!? Anyway a man hitting a woman is just not acceptable in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111136840690248077?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111136840690248077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111136840690248077' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111136840690248077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111136840690248077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/03/violence.html' title='Violence'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-111077612490062099</id><published>2005-03-14T15:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:25:24.903+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Here</title><content type='html'>hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.  you see i am supposed to be doing homework.  well i have been doing it for the past 3 or 4 hours.  i figured id stop for a bit or completly today.  not much has happened recently.  there were a rather few unfortunate incidents which shall not be mentioned.  apart from that not a lot happened.  lets see oh yes i bought an ipod mini, recieved a injury frim a fussball table and slammed my thumb into the fruit and veg fridge door at work.  (that one was painful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.  im looking for somethin to write about so someone give me suggestion.  AND GUYS DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.  THAT MEANS YOU SHAUN, JOHN, EMIL, ROB, SAM, BUCKY AND ANY OTHERS WHO ARE THINKING ABOUT MENTIONING THAT WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-111077612490062099?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/111077612490062099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=111077612490062099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111077612490062099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/111077612490062099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/03/sitting-here.html' title='Sitting Here'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110967976053216373</id><published>2005-03-01T22:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:52:40.536+10:30</updated><title type='text'>F*#K YOU, YOU F*#KING RUDE SONS OF BITCHES</title><content type='html'>Boy am I pissed fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because it happened to me, but merely because of the lack of respect some people have toward others. What could have pissed me off this much you ask?? Here is a hint. The go to supermarkets and get angry and upset over small things. That’s right those fucking customers who have nothing better to do than be-little those who go out of their way to help them.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to open checkout today, (ok no big deal), so away I go open up am my friendly self. Just ask MIC about this she will vouch for it, she has seen me open check out before. Anyway a young lady (or should I say fucking useless bitch who has nothing better to do with her time than be-little and embarrass those around her). Anyway she comes up, I greet her. She then says that she had left a packet of tim-tams at the store. I checked with the other check out staff if they knew anything of it. They did not. I checked the front end, nothing. I then asked if I could get her details, she gave them to me and I explained that should anything turn up we would contact her. Man did she pop a gasket. Whilst I was mid sentence she interrupts and says ‘how about I just go and grab another packet, you’ve been a grate help’. Obviously she was being sarcastic. Whilst she was getting the packet I served another person who said ‘you go out of your way for someone and that’s what you get’. After she had come back I tried explaining top her that I did not believe she was a thief but for security reasons we have to go through procedures. She interrupted me again and said ‘you’ve been a great help. You know foodland never treat their customers this way!’ I said ‘I do apologise’ from memory she cut me off again. She paid and left. The next person I served said I should take a deep breath and let it all wash over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that had been it I would have just been annoyed at her. But oh no, when she got home, no more than 5 minuets later, she rang the store and complained to the manager. I happened to walk into the office whilst he was taking the call. Once he had hung up he mentioned that the bitch said that I was rude. And that she had wasted enough of her afternoon on the issue. And that she was interested too see what happened out of her complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pissed me right off. Those of you who don’t know me to well probably don’t know that I happen to hold onto a grudge for a long time. I’m a bit like an elephant I DON’T FORGET!! This means fellow bloggers should you shit me off I wont forget about it for quite some time and you will find that next time you need my help be it tomorrow of 5 years down the track I won’t even acknowledge your existence on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you, you stupid bitch of a customer. Should you ever come into my store, I will go out of my way to help make your visit as uncomfortable as possible and I will do it in a way that you will not be able to complain about it. I have been with the company and I know most of the loopholes in the regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, the experience you had was your fault. For staters if you claim you left a packet of tim tams, it was YOUR fault form not checking that you had taken them with you. And what happened to them the person after you probably thought that they were theirs. You said I was rude, I was nothing but polite, in fact after you had left I was told that I happened to have gone further out of my way than she would have. You had customers comment on how rude you were, that’s right bitch even the customers sided with me. YOU ARE THE MINORITY how does it make you feel? You said that you had already wasted enough time on the issue when you were on the phone. Then WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RING UP IN THE FIRST PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, you are one of those poor people I am angry at, yet feel sorry for. As you have nothing better to do in your sorry pathetic little life than to get angry at someone over a pack of biscuts. I’m not angry over the biscuts I am angry over the disrespect I got. Did you know some of the check out staff are a lot younger than I am and in all likely hood would have broken down when confronted by you. So you lost $2. I lost $5 that very same day, and you know what, I thought no, that company can keep it sure they make a shit load of money but that lady helped me with and was kind so they can keep it. I hope what you did today you get back ten fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shop assistants have to put up with a lot of crap; we don’t need you adding too it. So tell you what from now on GO SHOP ELSEWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everyone else, shop assistants are people too you know, treat us with respect and you will get it back. If your annoyed at a situation keep calm, were doing our best to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110967976053216373?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110967976053216373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110967976053216373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110967976053216373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110967976053216373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/03/fk-you-you-fking-rude-sons-of-bitches.html' title='F*#K YOU, YOU F*#KING RUDE SONS OF BITCHES'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110913650829321959</id><published>2005-02-23T15:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:44:48.006+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Remeber to floss</title><content type='html'>Fellow Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently started a management course, whilst being like any other uni, tafe or small course this one seems to have a relatively good up side. The 'scenery'! now if you have read the title and know what 'scenery' is im sure you can get some understanding of what im about to go on about, if not well you will soon learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into class a little early one morning (it was stinking hot too) meaning that i got to choose where to sit, so like most people i sat in the back row. as the minutes past people began to pile in, another guy im friendly with saw me and sat next to me, and a minute or two later this gorgeous fine looking lady / girl what ever you wish to call her cam walking in. she had a tiny little skirt on and a tight white tank top on. she sat down right infront of me and my mate. we thought nothing of it at first and proceeded to go on with our academic studies. then all of a sudden about three quaters of the way through class i notice that her under ware is poking slightly above her skirt line. again i think nothing of it happens to most girls that dont wear belts on thier short skirts. as time passes it keeps on riding up and eventually reaveals itself to be a red G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thinkg to myself hrmmmm. nice. and then continue on with what i am doing. 5 minuets later the guys sitting next to me nudges me i look at him and he points with his eyes at this birds G. we both have a good laugh and have a look form time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so girls the moral is if your going to wear a g wear one that ain't going to ride half way up your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in hind sight. ha ha ha get it hind being bum and it was a sight ha ha ha hind sight ha ha. oh geez i kill me. any way in hind sight i should have done the nice thing, and lent forward grabbed it and given her the biggest wedgie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110913650829321959?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110913650829321959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110913650829321959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110913650829321959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110913650829321959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/remeber-to-floss.html' title='Remeber to floss'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110853599088651442</id><published>2005-02-16T17:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:09:50.886+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Self image</title><content type='html'>Well firstly can I say its a good thing I did some sociology last year. This a big topic Ariel, (this isn’t an essay question by any chance??) where do you want me to start. What or who is the most influential factor in moulding our self-image? Self-image is how you see your self as a person. This therefore must be intertwined with self-esteem self-respect etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self image in my opinion (and I must stress my opinion I have no qualification this area.) is influenced by many many factors all of which are as important as each other. I think that self image is shaped by different major factors at different ages of life. For example between the ages of 0 and 6 children are in my view probably more shaped by their parents and TV (after all by the age of 12 we have watched on average 13,200 hours of TV in Australia), and in the later of this stage their friends or peers. From 6 to probably 21 TV and peers begin to affect you more. And from 22 till death its friends, society as a whole, TV starts to decline. If you have a partner he or she may begin to start but if you are going out with some one generally you have the same views as each other and therefore your self image will not be largely influenced (again my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture and class have an effect too. I do not wish to place everyone into the same basket. However, a person from the middle suburbs may have a self image that later in life he / she will become an office worker, wear a suit, have a family etc etc. Where as a working class person may have an image of himself becoming a mechanic, and finding a partner but not marrying.&lt;br /&gt;Ariel everything plays a major part in you own self image, but I feel the biggest one is you. That’s right yourself, it’s how you perceive your self. Again like I said its my opinion, don’t go doing anything rash cos of what I have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for inner happiness, I find that the things I get most joy out of are those that are simplest. Take the rush out of life. Go for a walk and find somewhere peaceful you can sit by yourself, have a drink with a few mates, find a hobby, I love making model planes and boats, and everything flies out the window when I work on them. If I want to think or just relax I try to find a place with a view where I can think. For me simplicity is where happiness is. Rain on a tin roof, being in the middle of nowhere. If you live in the great sown under I highly suggest lawn hill National Park in QLD. If you ever come down here, it’s a bit out of the way but go for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110853599088651442?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110853599088651442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110853599088651442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110853599088651442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110853599088651442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/self-image.html' title='Self image'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110853230381799359</id><published>2005-02-16T15:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:08:23.820+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sammadoochi</title><content type='html'>well sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering i havent played cricket at the sporting or club level for several years now (never any good mind you) im not sure how much help i can be.  in my carreer as a 1 day bowler (4 overs a game) i tended to throw a bit of everything at them.  a bit of spin, a bit of pace etc etc.  that way the batter never knew what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternatively whilst a risk, change you field set up. keep 2 slips in your formation all the time.  consider them as set posiotions. you never know what may happen.  the batsman will never see the change in you attack coming, however the risk is that you sacrifice two fielding positions for the slips, meaning that runs may be easily accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for your rythm, well you need practice my friend.  go down to the oval or the nearest nest etc. and work out how many paces you must take to do the perfect bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how much help this may have been but there you go, i hope it helps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110853230381799359?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110853230381799359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110853230381799359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110853230381799359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110853230381799359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/sammadoochi.html' title='Sammadoochi'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110821656844241621</id><published>2005-02-13T00:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:26:08.443+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Can't see the forest for the trees!</title><content type='html'>Peoples what is it with management and time? I mean, the other day at work, we were given a list of jobs to do, fair enough you might say. But we were given no way near enough time to do it in. Each task had a certain amount of time next to it, which was how long the management expected us to do it in. An hour for this two for that. Most of the tasks however had a time limit that was way to short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example they expected us to have the whole store not just an aisle but all of the grocery section, faced in seven hours. A few nights before one of the managers had come in to help us face, it took much longer than seven hours, yet we were only given that amount of time. What didn’t help was the fact that the managers kept calling us from their homes every fifteen minuets, causing the nightfill manager to be on the phone for over an hour wasting the time which we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn’t bad enough, from the moment I had gotten to work everything had gone wrong. With in the first three hours of the shift I had pent at least a quarter of it on check out (this does not include the time it took for me to actually get to the check out), causing me to get even more behind. I spent at least another 20 minuets doing price checks and helping customers, again putting me even further behind. By the end of the night I was getting really close to murdering someone (not literally).  i mean i would have thought that by now the management would have been able to realise that time constraints just dont work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways enough of my complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget. Give me a question guys (I mean a proper one too) and ill try to answer the ting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110821656844241621?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110821656844241621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110821656844241621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110821656844241621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110821656844241621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/cant-see-forest-for-trees.html' title='Can&apos;t see the forest for the trees!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110821537461927963</id><published>2005-02-13T00:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:06:13.550+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Defence</title><content type='html'>I recently read one of my friend’s blogs along with all the postings, and I just and had to come to the defence of a few things, as I believe that people should hear both sides of the story. Firstly this Cornilia showed signs of being mentally ill, which must have been (in my view) ignored. The people who were in the detention centre with Cornilia have stated that they found her from time to time naked and eating dirt. If that does not show some form of serious mental illness what does? She should have been in a hospital not behind bars and razor wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand (I may be wrong not sure), conilias family had sent out missing person pictures to the detention centres stating the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there is also one man who has been in Baxter for over 7 years, still waiting for his application to be 'processed'. I was 14 or 15 when he was put in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really all you gotta do is put yourself in one of their shoes to realise shit maybe there is a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Howard was treasurer, he got the country into more debt and financial trouble than Labor ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor also made it law so that companies had to pay super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor made uni cheaper, at one point it was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure guys Labor has fucked up a couple of times, but so have the liberals. Who was always in favour of conscription? Liberals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ended conscription? Labor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without medicare people like me who rely on medication to lead a normal life thank god medicare is around. Do you have any idea how much it costs to see a neurologist? Or how much it costs to have an EEG, or MRI, or CT scan? Hell even just to pay for the medication I have to take? Thanks to medicare I don’t have to work 2 full time jobs just to pay for ONE FUCKING TABLET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s enough politics out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110821537461927963?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110821537461927963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110821537461927963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110821537461927963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110821537461927963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/defence.html' title='Defence'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110734705729291395</id><published>2005-02-02T22:52:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:54:17.293+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Shaun i apologise your not the bastard John you are the bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110734705729291395?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110734705729291395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110734705729291395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110734705729291395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110734705729291395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110706317018641581</id><published>2005-01-30T15:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:02:50.186+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>well, uh today unfortunatly i have nothing much to have a spew at.  i mean i could delve into the dimension of politics but that could cause major problems.  just see what i mean by visiting my friends website at &lt;a href="http://www.zonks.blogspot.com"&gt;www.zonks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  but after seeing that i do believe i shall steer clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can happily say that i am on holidays from work for 2 weeks and that i got a new computer, so my life has been looking good lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently read too that there is a food that reduces a womans sex drive by up to 90%.  its called wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unitl next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps shaun your a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110706317018641581?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110706317018641581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110706317018641581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706317018641581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706317018641581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110706151144484348</id><published>2005-01-30T15:33:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:35:11.446+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Only Child Syndrome</title><content type='html'>O.C.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I have found a new disorder or ‘syndrome’ if you will. I have called it Only Child Syndrome (O.C.S.). O.C.S. occurs predominately in only children, there are those who do have brothers and sister that develop this debilitating disorder as well, however, these people generally have been born into a house where their brothers and or sisters have already moved out of home, meaning that they live in an environment where they are the only child living at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is O.C.S. I hear you ask? Well the disorder is formed if they are spoilt too much at birth and in the first few years of their life. They have never had to share anything either, so the subjects form an opinion that everything revolves around them and that they are the only ones that matter. Whilst they may care for other people, their underlying beliefs of themselves being most, causes them to neglect those around them. For example, if one of their friends were to ask them to go somewhere, the O.C.S. subject would either say yes or give a maybe or nondescript answer giving their friend the impression that they were going to do something. Then an hour, day, week later the O.C.S. subject is asked to go somewhere else by someone else which they consider to be the better offer. They go to this ‘better offer’ with out even telling their other friend what they are doing. There are of course many other types of issues with O.C.S. like the scenario just explained, its just a self involvement issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to summarize a child with O.C.S. generally cares only for themselves, can be self involved but this is only in extreme cases, has no concept of how to keep or make commitments to other people. The way to cure this syndrome is to place the sufferer into a situation where they can’t get any attention, become themselves neglected and receive much of the same problems they have dealt out. To prevent the onset of O.C.S. the parents or care givers must teach only children to share and that other people matter too. Of course not all only children get this disorder, if the parents or care giver bring the child up well there is less likely hood of the disorder to appear. The child will also have less likely hood of developing O.C.S. if they are given certain amounts of responsibility at an early age. Of course the easiest way to prevent O.C.S. is to have more than one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110706151144484348?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110706151144484348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110706151144484348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706151144484348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706151144484348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-child-syndrome_30.html' title='Only Child Syndrome'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110706150874804503</id><published>2005-01-30T15:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:35:08.746+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Only Child Syndrome</title><content type='html'>O.C.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I have found a new disorder or ‘syndrome’ if you will. I have called it Only Child Syndrome (O.C.S.). O.C.S. occurs predominately in only children, there are those who do have brothers and sister that develop this debilitating disorder as well, however, these people generally have been born into a house where their brothers and or sisters have already moved out of home, meaning that they live in an environment where they are the only child living at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is O.C.S. I hear you ask? Well the disorder is formed if they are spoilt too much at birth and in the first few years of their life. They have never had to share anything either, so the subjects form an opinion that everything revolves around them and that they are the only ones that matter. Whilst they may care for other people, their underlying beliefs of themselves being most, causes them to neglect those around them. For example, if one of their friends were to ask them to go somewhere, the O.C.S. subject would either say yes or give a maybe or nondescript answer giving their friend the impression that they were going to do something. Then an hour, day, week later the O.C.S. subject is asked to go somewhere else by someone else which they consider to be the better offer. They go to this ‘better offer’ with out even telling their other friend what they are doing. There are of course many other types of issues with O.C.S. like the scenario just explained, its just a self involvement issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to summarize a child with O.C.S. generally cares only for themselves, can be self involved but this is only in extreme cases, has no concept of how to keep or make commitments to other people. The way to cure this syndrome is to place the sufferer into a situation where they can’t get any attention, become themselves neglected and receive much of the same problems they have dealt out. To prevent the onset of O.C.S. the parents or care givers must teach only children to share and that other people matter too. Of course not all only children get this disorder, if the parents or care giver bring the child up well there is less likely hood of the disorder to appear. The child will also have less likely hood of developing O.C.S. if they are given certain amounts of responsibility at an early age. Of course the easiest way to prevent O.C.S. is to have more than one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110706150874804503?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110706150874804503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110706150874804503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706150874804503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110706150874804503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-child-syndrome.html' title='Only Child Syndrome'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110631212805982901</id><published>2005-01-21T23:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:25:28.060+10:30</updated><title type='text'>SU-ssspended!</title><content type='html'>Guess what ladies and gentelmen?  i nick, the man who has not stepped foot into the drivers seat of a car for over three months have had my licence suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW? i hear you ask, well my good old friend Mr. Epilepsy, decided to pop its head up a dew months ago, thus preventing my doctors from signing the forms that state that i am able to drive.  in three months it would have been fine, but no.  i have been officially suspended!  meaning that if i dont hand in my id, i get a criminal record too.  YEEE HAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peoples whislt driving may seem like something you get when your 16.  it aint!!!  its a privelage,  treat it with respect.  i did nothing wrong and i had it suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&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/9966057-110631212805982901?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110631212805982901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110631212805982901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110631212805982901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110631212805982901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/su-ssspended.html' title='SU-ssspended!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110614313747993917</id><published>2005-01-20T01:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:28:57.480+10:30</updated><title type='text'>THE QUESTION</title><content type='html'>Right.  the question to answer is.  do you enjoy, or have been  tempted to try anal with a woman (for blokes) or wiht a man (for chicks)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANSWER HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110614313747993917?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110614313747993917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110614313747993917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110614313747993917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110614313747993917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/question_20.html' title='THE QUESTION'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110614171551860624</id><published>2005-01-20T01:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:05:15.516+10:30</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Look guys, you all know i am not gay.  and considering you happen to know my first name id say i know you.  an no i am not changing my name from hoogster.&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/9966057-110614171551860624?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110614171551860624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110614171551860624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110614171551860624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110614171551860624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey.html' title='HEY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110605312726797907</id><published>2005-01-18T23:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:28:47.266+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Anal retentive</title><content type='html'>I was reading MICs website the other day and ended up having a major debate about men wanting to try anal or if they thought the idea was disgusting.  now i placed a small wager with MIC.  the bet was that at least 80% of all male responses to the question: do you enjoy or would you like to have anal sex with a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i bet her that less than 80% of the male population would say yes where MIC thought that at least 80% of the male population enjoyed it or would want to try it.  so lads whilst staying anon. please place your opinion.&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/9966057-110605312726797907?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110605312726797907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110605312726797907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110605312726797907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110605312726797907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/anal-retentive.html' title='Anal retentive'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110605097854902914</id><published>2005-01-18T22:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:52:58.550+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>i apologise.  i do admit i have an odd style of texting on phones.  however, it is far quciker samadochi to text bbq my house 7pm byo booze, than ring 15 people up and say hey, how ya been, you want to come to a bbq at my house etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, form now on i shall, try to call when possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110605097854902914?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110605097854902914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110605097854902914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110605097854902914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110605097854902914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110586858261380437</id><published>2005-01-16T19:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:13:02.613+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Are manners dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone post a question for me to answer the other day. the question was are manners dead today? firstly I must apologise for the length it has taken for me to reply.&lt;br /&gt;manners are not dead today. manners are instead a dying breed. I look at people all over the place, where they do not say hello, or good bye. in fact my first girl friend hardly ever said hello or goodbye to my sister or parents. I see it in stores and school where children swear or yell at teachers or their parents. even the older generation, are beginning not to say please and thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't take a lot of effort to say thanks, but it sure makes the other person feel wanted or needed. even responding to people, like I have just done despite the time factor. it really makes me angry when people just don't respond. I always try to respond. how much does it take to make a phone call? oh, you run out of credit? PICK UP THE HOME PHONE OR PAY PHONE!! or even send a bloody e-mail. If you no longer wish to associate with someone, don't ignore them, just find a way to let them down gently. the posting on this website paying out miss Italian cutie was just plain wrong. don't swear at people, ok if they annoy you go for it but not in public or where others may hear it. if they have sworn at you are paid you out first that’s a different ball game of ethics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me parents need to give their kids a little more of a sterner punishment, when they do wrong. teachers should be able to punish children to an extent. an I emphasis to an extent, kids these days can be rowdy in class and get away with it and end up giving the other children a less of an education, because the teacher cant drag the little SOB out the class room to the teachers office. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, there are those with manners, and to those people I salute you. bring your kids up the same. to all those rude people out there who never say please of thank you, or let the other person into the front of the line first when they have 1 item and you have 50. change your attitudes. start getting up out of your seat for the old lady on the bus etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110586858261380437?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110586858261380437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110586858261380437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110586858261380437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110586858261380437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/are-manners-dead.html' title='Are manners dead?'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110583880289189106</id><published>2005-01-16T11:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:57:12.433+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some of my posts this morning when I came across one. this person who has remained anon, decided to pay out one of the other people who posted a comment, this person is also a good friend of mine. if you wish to read this post it is the 3rd posting down under arrogance. it is pointless trying to explain things to some people. I mean, what I write I hope changes some peoples perspective of the world. instead this 'tool' has decided to publicly pay out my friend. and a warning to you all if that happens to me or a friend on my site it will come back at you. to this anon person firstly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  generally the breakages I have seen in the store I work at are caused by you the customer.&lt;br /&gt;guaranteed you have complained about something at your work, we are entitled to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  The fact that you like Dolmio over the home made crap or are just too lazy shows that you have no taste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  people are not higher on the scale of humanity just because of their job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  in fact if checkout assistants were not around, you'd probably be the first person to put a complaint in when the self serve machine isn’t working, because you have placed your credit card into the slot wrongly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  the customer is not always right. the customer is the customer end of story. we know if several cartons of coke will or will not fit into the back of your car or a trolley for that matter, because we have seen and done it a thousand times before. we know where an item is, and when a customer says 'no its not I looked down there' I am generally able to walk straight down that very aisle and pull the item right off the shelf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  you generally have better paying jobs! my arse! most of the people that work in supermarkets are teenagers and early 20s (well the one I work at anyway), we are there just saving up money to get by or through uni or TAFE. where once they complete their degree or what ever will become much better paid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  in fact many of the people in the area of my store are unemployed, on welfare, receiving a pension etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  and lastly in my view no one is above anyone else in this world. yes they may be paid more, but that don't stop us from having fun, or doing things the rich people do. the only place a person holds any degree of superiority is in the work place ie. managers. outside they are equal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110583880289189106?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110583880289189106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110583880289189106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110583880289189106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110583880289189106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110583821701469073</id><published>2005-01-16T11:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:46:57.013+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Myth</title><content type='html'>i was recently asked to wirte about why chickens are bad for women.  as  a response MIC (see postings) responded that she was worried about the hormones in chickens.  well MIC, that is just a common myth it is actually illegal in Australia for chicken farmers to feed hormones to their stock and has been for over 30 years.  im not sure but i do believe that it is the same case with certain other growth drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antoher point is the misconception that chickens are often kept in these tiny little cages where they barely have enough room to move.  if this were the case there would be more cages than people on this earth.  in fact, the chickens as bad as it is are actually kept in giant open sheds.&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/9966057-110583821701469073?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110583821701469073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110583821701469073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110583821701469073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110583821701469073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/myth.html' title='Myth'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110561764735690263</id><published>2005-01-13T22:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:30:47.356+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Think!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just read something, and  it has enraged me somewhat.  im not going to go into detail about it.  But people, before you make any decisions about anything, put yourself in the other persons shoes and think how it would be for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110561764735690263?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110561764735690263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110561764735690263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110561764735690263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110561764735690263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/think.html' title='Think!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110561634480306749</id><published>2005-01-13T21:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:09:04.803+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Chickens and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received a post asking me to write about 'why chicken is bad for women.' well MIC I did a little research and could only come up with one real answer. Keep in mind that there are many other factors that cause osteoporosis too. But believe it or not if you eat too much chicken ladies you can develop osteoporosis. Actually it’s the animal protein within the chicken its self that causes it, so too much beef, lamb etc will do it too. However, chicken is very good for you too. What’s the one thing usually given too people who have a cold or flu, after drugs that is? That’s right chicken soup. So MIC chicken is good in small portions for women. This was a difficult question so unfortunately I can not go any further with this. Sorry guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110561634480306749?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110561634480306749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110561634480306749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110561634480306749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110561634480306749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/chickens-and-women.html' title='Chickens and Women'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110545108198715135</id><published>2005-01-12T01:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:14:41.986+10:30</updated><title type='text'>name dropping</title><content type='html'>before i forget one of my good friends would like his name dropped in my blog.  otherwise he will get sad.  and &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; getting sad would mean that i have a sad &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning that &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; is sad.  anyway i said i wan't going to name anyone, so i shall call sam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;fat head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.   .......shit! i just said  his  name didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110545108198715135?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110545108198715135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110545108198715135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110545108198715135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110545108198715135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/name-dropping.html' title='name dropping'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110545012709899112</id><published>2005-01-11T12:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:58:47.100+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheers, Pauses and Filth</title><content type='html'>Firstly today I must thank those people who have decided to post comments on this website thing of mine. it allows me to see what you the reader thinks of what I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change the subject completely, just before continuing on to read this I ask you to take a moment of your time and pause to remember those who have died not only in the tsunami of recent, but also in today’s unfortunate bushfire on the Eyre peninsula, where at least 8 people have died trying to escape the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again today’s topic is a complaint. sorry people. one day something so joyous will occur that I shall write about it for days. anyway, the other day I happened to be working in the F+V section at work, as I was filling the capsicums I heard a small click form a little ways down the cabinet. I looked down and noticed a cherry pip landing just below the shelving, shocked I turned around to see this old woman the only other person in the vicinity walking away. I tell you some people!!! people buy this stuff!!! I gave the old lady the worst possible look I could muster at the time only to realise that her back was turned, so it was kind of wasted. anyhow, I ask you people what goes though a persons head when they spit out a cherry pip into and amongst other fresh produce? that’s like me coming up to your meal in a cafe or somewhere else and hocking up the biggest foulest smelling greenie into your food. ITS JUST NOT RIGHT, FIND A BIN PEOPLE, THERE ARE PLENTY AROUND IN A SUPERMARKET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing that disgusts me. (in fact its one of my per hates). its people that scour through big bins looking for stuff when they already have money. if they are poor or homeless understandable, but when you see them rock up in a car (BMWs in some cases ) get out and start picking through a bin, my blood begins to boil. I have told this one fellow 4 times to not go through the bin, each time he'd ask are you new here, say he was only looking for bread for his chickens etc etc. finally one day I warned him that id call the police next time I caught him. and what would you know the other day, on my way home there he was. I flipped open my mobile pretended to call the police and asked if they could send a car around to arrest him. I got great delight in watching this man try to beg himself out of the hole he just thought he had dug for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not just one person though. there are a group of these people. and they know its wrong. the moment the loading bay door opens... BANG! they run like the coyote after the road runner. this one particular man will wait in his van until the door is completely shut then start going through it. if we open the door he runs off before the reaches eyesight thinking that we haven’t seen him. we close it again an back he comes. with this particular man I tried something one day I moved the bin down right in front of the back door.... these people do not realise there is a small hole in which I can watch through from inside. again he came down and started picking through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last example is a woman, who thinks that if she runs away around the corner she wont get caught. the first time she hid in one of the neighbouring properties for about a minute or two before walking off in the other direction. and the mot recent time she ran out of the loading dock and waited about twenty seconds and tried to make it look like she was taking a walk, only problem was that while she was still in our visible range she kept on looking back to see if we had gone away. People please don't take stuff out of peoples bins. I know it is criminal how much a supermarket throws out, a lot of it could be given to the homeless. however, without consent from the owner of the bin or goods, its theft. and we the workers of the company can get into trouble if we let you take it. and besides bread and bleach??? not a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way. I just thought of something, give me a question and ill give you an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&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/9966057-110545012709899112?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110545012709899112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110545012709899112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110545012709899112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110545012709899112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/cheers-pauses-and-filth.html' title='Cheers, Pauses and Filth'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110525956143216562</id><published>2005-01-09T19:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:02:41.433+10:30</updated><title type='text'>arrogance</title><content type='html'>I currently have a casual job in a supermarket, where I constantly have to deal with rude, arrogant customers. and believe me nothing shits me more than a self obsessed customer, who thinks they are always right because ‘they are the customer’. I happened to be reading the paper today and was skimming through the letters to the editor. Now I hadn’t read the letters leading up to this comment however, one particular person called in and said and I quote ‘…, you are paid to scan items not pass judgement on those who may or may not have donated to the tsunami appeal elsewhere ’. Now like I said I didn’t read the letters up to this point, but the sheer arrogance this person had towards the checkout assistant is atrocious. The checkout assistant could have been judging people far too quickly and wrongly from all I know, but to publicly humiliate someone over their occupation is just downright wrong. Notice how I have despite all temptations not mentioned this persons name. Checkout assistants and other staff that work in supermarkets have to deal with enough crap at work, WE DON’T WANT IT WHEN WE GET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if the world didn’t have check out or grocery assistants, you’d be f*^ked. Think about it. No check out staff you’d have to try and work out how to use the registers, and that aint exactly easy. You’d then have to try and take price checks if something didn’t scan, and to all of you out there who don’t work in a supermarket you try and find a category number on the shelf labels. Lastly with out people working in supermarkets you’d have to fend for yourselves, without us there would be no one to place the orders for stock so sooner or later you’d have to be growing your own food, and buying your own cows for milk etc. welcome back to the 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of crap shop assistants have to take is appalling, so next time you get angry, upset to annoyed about having to wait in line to be served, firstly CALM DOWN, secondly think about how the check out staff feel. They not only have to serve hundreds upon hundred of customers, several whom they can’t understand, others with questions that hold the lines up and those people who think they are the only person who is upset about waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who make those complain out loud, intending for us to hear your snide comments like ‘geeez this is taking a while’ or ‘hopefully they will open another register up soon like they should do.’ Well I got news for you people, we have heard them a hundred times before and that is exactly what makes us treat you in a rude fashion, and secondly it isn’t our fault, we just get rostered on to work, we don’t determine how much money can be spent in wages, and we don’t determine how many people we can get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, think about those who have to work on the other side of the counter, most of the time we are just as upset about the situation as you are. And in general most of the customers get annoyed at you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. hows the spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110525956143216562?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110525956143216562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110525956143216562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110525956143216562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110525956143216562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/arrogance.html' title='arrogance'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110518975441369654</id><published>2005-01-08T23:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:39:14.413+10:30</updated><title type='text'>cautious</title><content type='html'>well i just have to add this one in.  i happened to be surfing the web and found one of my good friends blogs too.  i happened to be reading some of his comments, and noticed that one of our mutual friends had a go at ym pselling (spelling).  well this person shall remain name-less however, in my defence i do not bother to read over what i have just written, i write and publish, no spell check, nothing.  so i dooooo apologise for any spelling errors sir.  i most certainly hope i dont fail my english class!  my advice is always and i mean always if you are going to pay someone out do it so they dont know who you are.  (of course i have not taken offence to this, i have always been a bad speller and when ever i type at speed i generally goof up a few words anyway ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110518975441369654?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110518975441369654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110518975441369654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110518975441369654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110518975441369654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/cautious.html' title='cautious'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110518821350623102</id><published>2005-01-08T22:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:13:33.506+10:30</updated><title type='text'>the shits cont. + relationships</title><content type='html'>i must apologize for my rantign and ravings earlier.  when i get really worked up about something, i generally tend to come out all guns blazing.  so i apologize to any body who may have been offended by my writings.  however, i still do maintian the thoughts that you are still responsible for everything you chose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next topic is relationships.  this is on topic that has really got my blood boiling.  it does not just concern me though, i have seen people i know suffer from the consequences of relationships too.  i mean when you first ask someone out, or realise that it could turn into something more than a friendship, you should state your intentions.  not say one thing whilst meaning the other (i.e. a headfuck) even looking before you leap.  you dont show a real interest giving the poor bloke or woman on the other end thoughts that hey this could turn into a real good relationship.  whilst really all you wanted was a bit of fun.  i mean how rude is it to give out your number or say 'lets catch up' and then when they call you, you keep on coming up with excuses not to see them cos you changed your mind (even worse not calling back at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER PEOPLE DO HAVE FEELINGS TOO.   IT IS NOT JUST ABOUT YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not perfect either and i will always be the first to admit it.  but if someone said to me 'hey do you want to maybe go out sometime?' and i didn't see any possibility of a relationship or whatever i would straight up say 'sorry thanks but not thanks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hoogsters tip of the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies, we blokes can't tell if your hitting or giving us a signal.  if your in a pub and you like a guy be up front, it will probably be a lot simpler.&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/9966057-110518821350623102?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110518821350623102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110518821350623102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110518821350623102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110518821350623102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/shits-cont-relationships.html' title='the shits cont. + relationships'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110517077878673908</id><published>2005-01-08T18:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:22:58.786+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Shits</title><content type='html'>You know whats shit me off today??  HEADFUCKS.  thats right those people who say they will do one thing and don't or they play mind games where they keep you hanging, it has really shit me off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunatley most of the ones i have encountered are women.  (your not All like this.)  but my goodness gracious me.  those women who flirt with you and keep you interested just to get a free drink (or ride in other peoples cases cos i cant drive) or anyting else for that matter really SHIT me off.  Actually while i happen to be on the toopic of women why don't i keep on going, again this does not apply to all women just a select few.  Ladies if you are going to wear a top that shows a lot of skin, or one with writing on it, dont get all huffy about it if a bloke looks at your chest!  YOU CHOSE to wear that top, YOU MADE THE DECISION to wear it, and honestly half the time we dont think your attractive we just want to read what the damn top says, so dont flatter your self love.  (again i remind you this does not apply to all women just those within the catagorey im talking about).  it the same with skirts, YOU CHOSE and YOU MADE THE DECISION to wear a skirt that shows too much leg you gotta live with the consequences of your actions and NOT blame it on the poor bastard who just entered pueberty or wanting to read the slogan on your top.  ladies it is YOUR fault as much as it is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have that out of my system, i must again remind you that this only really applies to the girls that fall within the catagorey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&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/9966057-110517077878673908?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110517077878673908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110517077878673908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110517077878673908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110517077878673908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/shits.html' title='The Shits'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110508576322735743</id><published>2005-01-08T13:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:46:03.226+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Body</title><content type='html'>I look around today and see so many people taking thier body for granted.  this includes me unfortunatley.  my self for instance, just last night i pulled a s*^t load of muscles in my back, this was due to me ignoring the warning signs and trying to do too much.  im not just talking about muscle strains though, what about substance abuse or even food abuse.  i most certainly can take claim to the last one.  an other wise healthy 21 year old with a cholestorol level of 7.3, when it should be well below 5.  however i just keep on going eating the cream buns and fatty foods including occasionally at work the pre packed cookie dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of me though i look at others and i see people popping pills, smoking or whatever, just taking their bodies for granted.  well i tell you this one day your body is going to come back and bite its self in the arse causing you great amounts of pain.  sure enjoy yourself, have the occasional smoke, drugs well i have no objection to weed but the others id just avoid.  but thats me, and its all your choice.  but since this back strain i have thought about for a second or two that maybe just maybe we should start to listen to what are bodies are saying to us.  for those of you who know me when i had my latest seizure i ignored my body.  it was saying go to sleep lie down etc etc.  but oh no!  good old hoogster he deicded to keep on workin!  what happened?  i fell to the ground, norrowly missing sharp metal corners on my journey to the floor.  giving me a ride in an ambulance to a hospital (face mask and all) for an overnight stay.  for those of you who havent ever spent time in hospital you have no idea how much those beds begin to hurt your arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my advice is to listen to your body.  you most probably end up spending time in hospital when you begin to age so try and spend as much time out of it as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hoogster advice for the day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies your going to love this one, guys you'll be thanking me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headaches along with a range of other problems (including menstural problems), can be cured by sex.  yes thats right sex.  a womans headache can be cured through an orgasam hers guys not his, so make her orgasam, her headache should go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ladies now there is no excuse, if your husband, partner, f*%k buddy or whatever asks for a bit, coming up with 'oh not now i have a headache' or 'its that time of the month' just aint going to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time cya&lt;br /&gt;&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/9966057-110508576322735743?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110508576322735743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110508576322735743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110508576322735743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110508576322735743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/body.html' title='The Body'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110497508003516630</id><published>2005-01-07T06:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T12:01:20.036+10:30</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>hello every one.  Whats up with people today?  i mean there are the usual people like myself who when going about thier daily lives try to consider other people.  however the other group the ones that only care about themselves is growing.  They push in front of you in a supermarket as a checkout is openeing, or they look at you see that you only have one item but instead of asking if youd  like to go infront they just keep on unloading their trolley as if youj werent even there.  Society is just far to rushed, self centred and out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to blow my own trumpet but when i manage the guys at work i always try to think of them before i hand out the tasks.  and i ask them i dont tell them it make them fell a little better and they dont end up having a problem with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of problems at work.  i think it is time i introduce a person into this apart from myself, i shall label her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brownnose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brownnose&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;as you can guess, appears to suck up to the boss but she also seems to be on a power trip as well as contradict every thing she says.  for instance i hadn't even started work yet yesterday and was talking to one of my friends who happens to work with me who  i shall call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;koolcar.  koolcar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happened to be serving at the time and i had gone up to her fro a quick chat, as i hardly see her anymore, and i most certainly wasn't stopping her from her work, when all of a sudden &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brownnose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yells from across the store '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoogster (me), Koolcar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   is serving at the moment!'  Not tocause any more fricton between the struggling work relationship i have with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brownnose  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i stopped talking and went off to put my stuff away in my locker.  now as you can imagine this shitted me off she didnt come up and tell us to stop talking it was yelled from across the whole store, infront of everyone, be litteling myself and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;koolcar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  A minute or two past and i suddenly realised that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brownnose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contradicted herself again, i have walked down the front and seen her talking to other staff members whilst they were serving customers.  again it comes down to a few things common decency, and not having double standards for you and your staff.  i could go on for hours and hours about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brownnose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; infact i could  write a thiesis.  however i shall not bore you with that, should she annoy me annymore you shall hear about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other people that have shat me off recently have been Amanda Vanstone and John Howard, for those of ou who dont know these people they are Australias PM and immigration minister. (before going on i do realise that i am in the minority of people who do have a heart for refugees) Ok apart from being re-elected which is bad enough for me.  over &lt;u&gt;christmas&lt;/u&gt; they decided to deport the bactiari (i think that is how its spelt) family.   the bactiari family arrived 'illegally' and were placed in the Woomera detention center for several years, for those of you who so not live in Australia, Woomera is in the desert it used to be a town where they test fired rockets but since then the town has died out.  Any way the people in this detention center llive in transportable buildings with very little recreation area and generally it is quite hot as in summer always up in mid 30C.  ANyway eventually the two eldest Bactiari childeren were released from the detantion center and housed with people who were willing to look after them, they were given a private school education by these people (not finished either), the mother was released to and placed in a hotel under guard.  any how i am getting off of the track.  this familly which was seeking assylum and kept in limbo for years has finally learnt their fate over &lt;u&gt;christmas  &lt;/u&gt;they  are going back or are now back in pakistan.  what makes this worse is the fact that they were sent out by charted plane in the middle of the night.  and now Howard has tried to get the general public back on his side by stating the amount of money it cost the australian government to look after them.  One question Mr. Howard.  How much does it cost us to keep the prison system running?  you dont seem to publish that report do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way if any people have a problem with what i have just written, fine everyone has a right to an opinion, should you leave a posting i will answer it back when i get the time, just dont be one of them people who says i should grow up or get a life etc.  every one has issues that fire them up and this is it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110497508003516630?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/feeds/110497508003516630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9966057&amp;postID=110497508003516630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110497508003516630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110497508003516630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9966057.post-110493479970114953</id><published>2005-01-06T19:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:49:59.700+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Crap</title><content type='html'>figured id start this thing off with a quick intro.  Im calling my self Hoogster, figured that way you guys will never really know who i am but kinda will.  Any ways im 21 year old who works for a rather large company.  i just finished work and through a lack of sleep and seeing one of my work mates things decided to set one up.  so any ways cos im acctually suffering from a lack of sleep i shall post this and go to bed.  i will try to up date this thing and keep those of you who are interested informed so unitill tomorrow cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9966057-110493479970114953?l=hoogster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110493479970114953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9966057/posts/default/110493479970114953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoogster.blogspot.com/2005/01/usual-crap.html' title='The Usual Crap'/><author><name>Hoogster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006113378925908256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
