<?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-8610890</id><updated>2011-05-17T17:31:26.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incoherent Scrawlings of a Rambling Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's a bitch, deal with it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-1110442241120322660</id><published>2011-05-17T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:29:30.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog.  I'm sorry to have neglected you.  It's been quite a couple of years but rest assured that I have popped in now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to be more regular in future though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-1110442241120322660?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1110442241120322660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=1110442241120322660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1110442241120322660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1110442241120322660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-7060300200714390684</id><published>2009-03-23T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:20:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soba Ni Iru Ne (I'm By Your Side) by Aoyama Thelma feat Soulja</title><content type='html'>I was playing my Wii last night and came across this tune.  It is absolutely fantastic.  This is the Youtube link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rticiprxLA8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rticiprxLA8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics and translation can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.kiwi-musume.com/lyrics/aoyamathelma/sobaniirune.html"&gt;http://www.kiwi-musume.com/lyrics/aoyamathelma/sobaniirune.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-7060300200714390684?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7060300200714390684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=7060300200714390684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/7060300200714390684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/7060300200714390684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/03/soba-ni-iru-ne-im-by-your-side-by.html' title='Soba Ni Iru Ne (I&apos;m By Your Side) by Aoyama Thelma feat Soulja'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-1617425893576199393</id><published>2009-03-19T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:05:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Natasha Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-YoANBI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0JuzQYKhik/s1600-h/natasha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-YoANBI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0JuzQYKhik/s320/natasha03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314868756617376786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-etAPjI/AAAAAAAAABo/F0BDW0hmxAk/s1600-h/natasha02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-etAPjI/AAAAAAAAABo/F0BDW0hmxAk/s320/natasha02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314868758248963634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-SfGA3I/AAAAAAAAABg/3iTWgRu7xU8/s1600-h/natasha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-SfGA3I/AAAAAAAAABg/3iTWgRu7xU8/s320/natasha01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314868754969396082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-Cudm6I/AAAAAAAAABY/S25MTKT_G2k/s1600-h/natasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-Cudm6I/AAAAAAAAABY/S25MTKT_G2k/s320/natasha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314868750738889634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-NPIOfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yg9p8Tx51Qg/s1600-h/natasharichardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-NPIOfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yg9p8Tx51Qg/s320/natasharichardson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314868753560254962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Natasha Richardson died today at the age of 45 after suffering serious head trauma as a result of a skiing accident in Canada.  She is survived by husband Liam Neeson, 56; her two sons Michael, 13, and Daniel, 12; mother Vanessa Redgrave, 72; sister Joely Richardson; and half-sister Katharine Grimond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Natasha.  You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-1617425893576199393?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1617425893576199393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=1617425893576199393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1617425893576199393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1617425893576199393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-natasha-richardson.html' title='R.I.P. Natasha Richardson'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/ScI0-YoANBI/AAAAAAAAABw/U0JuzQYKhik/s72-c/natasha03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-446624501585839079</id><published>2009-03-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:07:46.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong artists get arrested in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong artists Kelvin Kwan (關楚耀) and Jill Vidal (衛詩) were arrested in Tokyo, over alleged possesion of marijuana.  Kelvin Kwan is a Canadian citizen while Jill Vidal is holding UK passport.  It is reported that they were shopping around Shibuya area and had argument with one of the shop owners.  Police was called later.  Marijuana was found in Kelvin Kwan’s bag by police.  Kelvin Kwan said the marijuana was brought from Hong Kong while Jill Vidal said she did not know anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-446624501585839079?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jialat.com/2009/03/03/2-hong-kong-artists-arrested-in-japan-over-alleged-possession-of-marijuana/' title='Hong Kong artists get arrested in Tokyo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/446624501585839079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=446624501585839079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/446624501585839079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/446624501585839079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/03/hong-kong-artists-get-arrested-in-tokyo.html' title='Hong Kong artists get arrested in Tokyo'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-1224725738381401142</id><published>2009-03-03T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:51:51.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between men and women</title><content type='html'>This was published on Craigslist in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much.  And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing.  I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her.  We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store.  I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits.  She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all.  She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit.  We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings.  Let me tell you...she was so excited.  She must have thought I was&lt;br /&gt;one wave short of a shipwreck.  I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis.  I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.  Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said "Honey, I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while.  You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."  And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-1224725738381401142?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/60286784.html' title='The difference between men and women'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1224725738381401142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=1224725738381401142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1224725738381401142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1224725738381401142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/03/difference-between-men-and-women.html' title='The difference between men and women'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-3070384470404634877</id><published>2009-03-03T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:59:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the news shouldn't snag Google images</title><content type='html'>Look closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/Sa1Er_gJFCI/AAAAAAAAABA/EcA841k-mZU/s1600-h/whyyou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/Sa1Er_gJFCI/AAAAAAAAABA/EcA841k-mZU/s320/whyyou1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308975058310992930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-3070384470404634877?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/curiosities/whyyoushouldntsnag.htm' title='Why the news shouldn&apos;t snag Google images'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3070384470404634877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=3070384470404634877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3070384470404634877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3070384470404634877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-news-shouldnt-snag-google-images.html' title='Why the news shouldn&apos;t snag Google images'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/Sa1Er_gJFCI/AAAAAAAAABA/EcA841k-mZU/s72-c/whyyou1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-5881107292005737310</id><published>2009-02-22T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:16:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to turn her on</title><content type='html'>Interesting guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.menshealth.com/mhlists/sex_tips_to_turn_her_on/index.php"&gt;http://www.menshealth.com/mhlists/sex_tips_to_turn_her_on/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of www.menshealth.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-5881107292005737310?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5881107292005737310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=5881107292005737310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5881107292005737310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5881107292005737310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-turn-her-on.html' title='How to turn her on'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-9081595839750833230</id><published>2009-02-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:49:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man 2</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with Iron Man 2? The problems just keep mounting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Terence Howard's replaced by Don Cheadle because the original actor was "insufferable" during the shooting of the first movie and the studios asked him to take a paycut of 50-80%.  He claims never to have received the notice to be considered before being uncermoniously dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Samuel L. Jackson has hinted that he may not be brought back to reprise the role of Nick Fury, despite the character being core to The Avengers movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Apparently Mickey Rourke has turned down a part to play one of the villians in the movie because the studios offered him a paltry $250,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Jon Favreau has complained about being lowballed by the studios in their initial offer to sign him on for the sequel despite his earlier success in the first movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-9081595839750833230?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/9081595839750833230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=9081595839750833230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/9081595839750833230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/9081595839750833230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/iron-man-2.html' title='Iron Man 2'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-5253564568264425195</id><published>2009-02-04T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:52:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy part deux</title><content type='html'>As a general rule, I don't like politics and I don't discuss politics.  When I do discuss politics, it's because there's something there that really irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, the current shennanigans in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the margin of victory in Perak is extremely small and that every seat counts.  So it is no surprise that Pakatan Rakyat (PR) is trying its hardest to hold onto every seat that it has.  That's not what irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What irks me is the amount of calls for foul that has been going through the blogosphere.  So it was alright for PR to try to induce people over to PR but it's not alright for Barisan to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of crap bullshit logic is this? How does this make PR any different to Barisan? Are you people not saying that it's alright to have different rules so long as they suit you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these chants for democracy and such is crap.  Until you realise that there can only be one set of rules for all, the country's politics will never mature.  So don't give me this bullshit about how PR is good for the country blah blah blah - you're just trying to justify Barisan Alternatif in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people ask me why I don't exercise my constitutional rights to vote........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-5253564568264425195?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5253564568264425195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=5253564568264425195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5253564568264425195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5253564568264425195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/hypocrisy-part-deux.html' title='Hypocrisy part deux'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-8464321001502361230</id><published>2009-02-03T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:39:08.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy?</title><content type='html'>Picture 1997/98, it is the height of the Asian Financial Crisis.  The IMF tells us how we should run our economy and allow bad banks to fail to avoid a capital outflow.  Dr Mahathir gives them the middle finger, listens to Daim and institutes capital controls.  He then proceeds to set up Danamodal and Danaharta amidst catcalls of cronyism and nepotism.  The entire financial community in the Western world shake their heads, click their tongues and warn how Dr Mahathir will destroy the Malaysian economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter 2008/09, it is the height of Global Financial Crisis.  The U.S. bails out Merrill Lynch, Citigroup, AIG, and several other banks to "prevent a meltdown of the financial system".  They now plan to set up a "bad bank" to take care of toxic assets and provide guarantees on mortgages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? It should.  It's called hypocrisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-8464321001502361230?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8464321001502361230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=8464321001502361230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/8464321001502361230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/8464321001502361230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy?'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-2950481806631366950</id><published>2009-02-02T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:01:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story about a couple and their love for coffee</title><content type='html'>Michael Idov and his wife loves coffee.  Like countless other Americans, they dreamed of opening their little neighbourhood coffee shop.  Then it destroyed his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2132576/?dupe=with_honor"&gt;http://www.slate.com/id/2132576/?dupe=with_honor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-2950481806631366950?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.slate.com/id/2132576/?dupe=with_honor' title='A story about a couple and their love for coffee'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2950481806631366950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=2950481806631366950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2950481806631366950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2950481806631366950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-about-couple-and-their-love-for.html' title='A story about a couple and their love for coffee'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-5495355609329544677</id><published>2009-02-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:34:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey steals the peach</title><content type='html'>Monkey steals the peach aka 猴子偷桃 is a martial art (supposedly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinapig.com/2008/10/05/monkey-steals-the-peach/"&gt;http://cinapig.com/2008/10/05/monkey-steals-the-peach/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-5495355609329544677?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5495355609329544677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=5495355609329544677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5495355609329544677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5495355609329544677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/monkey-steals-peach.html' title='Monkey steals the peach'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-4119142392839075948</id><published>2009-02-02T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:22:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why guys shouldn't spend so much time playing MMORPG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SYcBiCrE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/64y0KUavehE/s1600-h/mmorpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SYcBiCrE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/64y0KUavehE/s320/mmorpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205170969402770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-4119142392839075948?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/4119142392839075948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=4119142392839075948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/4119142392839075948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/4119142392839075948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-guys-shouldnt-spend-so-much-time.html' title='Why guys shouldn&apos;t spend so much time playing MMORPG'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SYcBiCrE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/64y0KUavehE/s72-c/mmorpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-5987136214784294684</id><published>2009-02-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:40:45.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coward's Guide To Picking Up Girls</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://coedmagazine.com/sex/54625/"&gt;http://coedmagazine.com/sex/54625/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE COWARD'S GUIDE TO PICKING UP GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the thought of asking a girl out on a date make you sweat in a non-sexual related way? If so, you are likely a coward. Don’t take it personally; the sad fact is that most of us guys are incredibly awkward when it comes to approaching girls (unless your name is Rico).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, with a little practice, know-how and confidence, even a gargoyle like Larry King can pick up a girl way out of our league (tip #1: money helps). Here are some more tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 1: Get Over the Fear of Rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us talk ourselves out of approaching a girl because we keep thinking, “what if she says no?” Sure, the fear of rejection can be unbearable, but so is the idea of you and your hand spending another night alone. Instead, a better question to ask yourself is, “what’s the worst that could happen?” The answer, of course, is that she says no, but is that really such a bad thing? It may sting the ego a bit, but unless this is a close friend you’re trying to bone, you’re likely never going to see this girl again. So, who cares? Besides, she probably has herpes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 2: Build Your Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this clearly – confidence is the MOST IMPORTANT thing when it comes to picking up girls. You don’t need a chiseled jaw. You don’t need an Ed Hardy t-shirt. You don’t even need Axe Body Spray. Girls find confidence (note: not arrogance) extremely sexy. Unfortunately, if you’re a coward, then confidence is something you likely lack. If so, then perhaps I can suggest a tactic that worked for me: hit on ugly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, if you hit on a girl that you are 100 percent not attracted to, then it takes all the anxiety and stress out of the situation. Of course, this doesn’t mean you have to have sex with an ugly girl. Your goal should be getting her phone number for the sheer purpose of boosting your confidence and practicing your technique. Once acquired, immediately throw the number away and go hit on her more attractive friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 3: Don’t Go to Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bars have a few things going for them. For one, the girls are drunk. For two, the low lighting hinders the girl’s ability to see your face, which may work in your favor. However, this is where the professionals go to pick up girls. You don’t want to compete with them. Instead, choose a place where you feel comfortable hanging out. This goes along with the confidence business. A coffee shop or bookstore may be a good option. An elementary school, however, is not suggested as a good option for picking up girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 4: Initiate a Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting a conversation with a girl is often the hardest part. A good way to do this is to find a genuine, non-creepy way to compliment the girl. This generally means steering clear of physical appearance. Sure, you may love her boobs, but it’s generally a better idea to compliment the shirt that’s covering them. As such, clothing is a great thing to compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you can start a conversation by asking a question. If you’re at a bookstore you can ask the girl about a particular book she’s reading. Other situation-relevant examples include, “Have you ever had the muffins here,” “Where did you find that [item in her hand]” and “Is that powdered sugar on your chin” (see Step 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 5: Keep Her Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you’ve got the conversation started, it’s easy to keep it going. The key is to keep asking question about the girl’s interests. This works because girls LOVE talking about themselves. If the girl isn’t completely repulsed by you, she’ll likely go on and on about shopping, hair and romantic comedies for hours. If she asks questions about yourself, go ahead and answer them. However, keep the details to a minimum. You don’t want her knowing the real you until after you’ve seen her naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 6: Seal the Deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the girl has been talking to you for a few minutes and she has seemed relatively interested (she’s smiling a lot, leaning in to listen, etc.), then it’s time to reel in the fish. You can straight up ask her for her number or ask if she’d like to have sex go out some time. Or, a better way may be to tie the proposition into your previous conversation. Examples: “You like Judd Apatow movies too? Want to go see one with me sometime?” “Thai food is awesome. There’s a great place right around the corner. If you’d like, I could take you there sometime.” “No way! I like vaginas too. Can I see yours sometime?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re lucky, she’ll say yes and you’ve succeeded in picking up a girl. If she says no, go home and cry in your room for a while. Then go back out and try again. Don’t get discouraged, the more you try, the better you’ll get and the better your odds will improve. Keep at it, and eventually those nights spent at home alone with your hand will be a thing of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-5987136214784294684?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coedmagazine.com/sex/54625/' title='The Coward&apos;s Guide To Picking Up Girls'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/5987136214784294684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=5987136214784294684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5987136214784294684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/5987136214784294684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/cowards-guide-to-picking-up-girls.html' title='The Coward&apos;s Guide To Picking Up Girls'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-2338242077254471953</id><published>2009-02-01T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:44:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder suspect</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccff75bdf02ef632" 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href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2338242077254471953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=2338242077254471953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2338242077254471953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2338242077254471953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/02/murder-suspect.html' title='Murder suspect'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-2774069172670839910</id><published>2009-02-01T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:54:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe they should pay me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100018973&amp;ft=1&amp;f=1001"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100018973&amp;ft=1&amp;f=1001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... maybe they should pay me to solve Washington's economic woes seeing as I said that interest rate cuts were useless (about a year back) and that they should spend their way out of trouble.  A chink in the White House.  Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-2774069172670839910?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/2774069172670839910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=2774069172670839910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2774069172670839910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/2774069172670839910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-they-should-pay-me.html' title='Maybe they should pay me.....'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-3123943431399399735</id><published>2009-01-13T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:43:17.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??????!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>What the fuck? How can they still justify that it is acceptable to continue the war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=351_1231430391"&gt;www.liveleak.com/view?i=351_1231430391&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using children as human shields! How does that make you any different than the monsters you claim are pillaging and invading your land?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-3123943431399399735?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3123943431399399735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=3123943431399399735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3123943431399399735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3123943431399399735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf.html' title='WTF??????!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-517369347464367799</id><published>2009-01-11T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:30:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this love that I'm feeling?</title><content type='html'>I'm in love...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SWoBQ3FWqOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfpmR33nZZs/s1600-h/2008.bmw.x6.20225792-300x189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SWoBQ3FWqOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfpmR33nZZs/s320/2008.bmw.x6.20225792-300x189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290042101476010210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Auto Bavaria open house and saw the real thing.  Blew me away and this is some statement, considering that I'm a Mercedes guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-517369347464367799?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/517369347464367799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=517369347464367799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/517369347464367799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/517369347464367799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-love-that-im-feeling.html' title='Is this love that I&apos;m feeling?'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SWoBQ3FWqOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfpmR33nZZs/s72-c/2008.bmw.x6.20225792-300x189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-8281923537655023257</id><published>2009-01-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:29:04.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we even bother?</title><content type='html'>Badminton, once our national sport, has definitely seen better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched our womens and mens doubles crash out at Stadium Putra tonight.  The women pair put up a brave fight but lost out in the end.  Their loss was at least justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mens pair were woeful.  To pay RM35 for the inept performance just rankles.  If it wasn't for the mistakes of the Korean pair in the second set, I think the Malaysian pair would've lost in 2 sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the support in the stadium, they barely looked interested and they want to win the All England championships next month? Fuckin' idiots....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-8281923537655023257?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/8281923537655023257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=8281923537655023257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/8281923537655023257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/8281923537655023257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-we-even-bother.html' title='Why do we even bother?'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-3134113182968430439</id><published>2009-01-07T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:08:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel and Hamas</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with these people? You'd think that for a people who have been oppressed through the ages that they'd have learnt the value of tolerance.  I'm not against them trying to defend themselves, but limit this conflict to the combatants.  Why do children and innocents have to be targetted? And this goes for both sides who are equally guilty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-3134113182968430439?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/3134113182968430439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=3134113182968430439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3134113182968430439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/3134113182968430439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/israel.html' title='Israel and Hamas'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-7298633989263992921</id><published>2009-01-04T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:14:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am samurai</title><content type='html'>I went for a foot massage tonight.  I must be really unhealthy because the pain..... oh the pain.... went up from my toes and made a beeline for my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the samurai spirit in me refused to be cowed and I kept the pain off my face.  Serenity rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I will be starting kendo again after a hiatus of one year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-7298633989263992921?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/7298633989263992921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=7298633989263992921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/7298633989263992921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/7298633989263992921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-samurai.html' title='I am samurai'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-115347266766903105</id><published>2008-11-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:01:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought about Maria today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I did - it's been years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the parting being particularly acrimonious, but our common friend later told me that she felt that I had shut her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way, I had.   That's the problem with long-distance relationships.   Both parties have to want it badly enough to make it work.   Obviously I had wanted it a lot more than she had, and when it didn't meet my expectations, I was disappointed and ultimately shut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember placing a letter into a CD as a present to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking her out for dinner on Valentine's Day without actually mentioning Valentine's Day because I knew she'd refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day she agreed to become my girlfriend.   It was at the riverside cafés at The Yarra Southbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting her so badly.   For her, I would have given up anything and everything - and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember our first kiss - and it felt like I was coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember proposing to her at Cheong Chau island.   An engagement ring hidden in the champagne cup.   I remember her being oblivious to the fact that there was a ring in the cup, and I remember the giggle she made when she finally saw the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to marry her so bad that it didn't matter that I went against the wishes of my parents - she epitomised the perfect wife for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her mother and aunties talking in Hokkien about how un-Chinese I was - her auntie replied that at least I wasn't a "gwai lo" - THAT would have been a tragedy  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember holding her tight and smelling her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming back to Malaysia because she said that this would be where we would build our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting only the best for her and I worked like a dog so that I would do her proud when she came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember not having enough money to call her and waiting in anticipation for her calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the annual trips to Hong Kong and how each meeting would be sweeter than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember calling less and less because I felt distanced from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I got the cold shoulder on my last trip there because I made her look bad by not spending enough money on her relatives and her.   This was eventually resolved but after much grief on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the relief I felt when she finally agreed to a parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from a common friend that she had gotten married after a year or so.   She had envied the life that her youngest auntie had forged with her uncle - her uncle and auntie had lived and scraped for every penny until the day her uncle finally made it.    She was romantic in that way and she eventually chose a husband who resembled her uncle (since she identified herself with her auntie).   Her youngest daughter should be 2 now, by my reckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, Maria.  In a way, you contributed some part to who I am and I guess you'll always be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-115347266766903105?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/115347266766903105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=115347266766903105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/115347266766903105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/115347266766903105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2006/07/maria.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610890.post-1139546379320045996</id><published>2008-01-09T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:55:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABK 111</title><content type='html'>Setting for the event: Damansara Utama&lt;br /&gt;Time: Sunday night, 9:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished dinner at a vegetarian restaurant in Damansara Utama and left the restaurant. My car was parked outside the restaurant and as I go into my car, I saw a Nissan X-Trail (number plate ABK 111) parked illegally by the side of the road blocking cars that were parked legally. Now this was a Sunday night with plenty of parking spots and yet the fucker decided that it was his right to park illegally and block the cars of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I motioned to the guy in the passenger seat that I wanted to leave and if he could move the car. The guy motioned that I had to wait. Now, I'm not the most patient guy in the world, but I have a right to move my car if I so wish, so I pressed the horn on the car. After about 5 minutes, the fucker decided to appear from the pet shop that he was in. No apology, nothing. In fact he looked pissed that I had to leave, never mind that his X-Trail was blocking my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed and gave the "What the hell?" sign - no, I did not show my middle finger (but in retrospect, I should've). He proceeded to block my car for a few minutes and was obviously dissatisfied that I had asked him to move his car that was illegally parked in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeds to slam me for being impatient and giving him "the hand". I then ask him why he finds the need to park illegally on a Sunday night, given that there are so many car parking spots around. He obviously has no answer and keeps on asking me why I'm so impatient, etc.. There's no point to argue any further as he obviously is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurang ajar&lt;/span&gt;.  I turn away and the last thing I hear before he speeds off is, "Go back to China lah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent! Not only is he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurang ajar&lt;/span&gt;, the fucker is a racist. All this on Merdeka day when we are supposed to put aside our differences and celebrate as Malaysians. I was born and bred in Malaysia and he tells me to go back to China???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me again why it's a bad idea to migrate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8610890-1139546379320045996?l=incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/feeds/1139546379320045996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8610890&amp;postID=1139546379320045996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1139546379320045996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8610890/posts/default/1139546379320045996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incoherentscrawlings.blogspot.com/2008/01/abk-111.html' title='ABK 111'/><author><name>Rambling Mind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068682189507910696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXIi8UDvQsU/SW9WKdUE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/am74qb1r7Ik/S220/bushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
